Her Kilted Wolf

From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Tabitha Conall, a steamy werewolf romance short story in the exciting new Colliding Worlds series.

Two werewolves, a Scottish castle and the power of fate.

Highly ranked in her werewolf pack in spite of being female, American Mattie Sloane travels to Scotland with her Alpha, never suspecting the trip will turn her life upside down.

A rogue by nature, werewolf Colin MacPherson has to shape up fast when he finds his mate in Mattie.

Just one problem—they both love their countries and don’t want to move. How can they be mates an ocean apart?

This 6,000+ word short story is the first in the Colliding Worlds series. HEA included.

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Excerpt:

Mattie followed the scent out of the room and into the hallway. The scent trail seemed fresh, and yet her mate wasn’t there. Maybe he had already left before she got there?

She continued to follow the scent. When she got to the second turn, she knew she’d never find her way back without help, so she pulled out her cell phone and took video of each of the twists and turns. Hopefully, she’d find her mate at the end of this journey and he could lead her back to the Great Hall, but if not, she’d need the footage.

Darius would wonder where she’d gone, but he’d understand once she explained. Finding your mate was everything.

Who would he be? A wolf, hopefully. But if he was a wolf, why hadn’t he scented her?

Mattie jogged up some stone stairs, still following the delicious smell. With just the scent in her nose, she already felt like melting. She wanted to find her mate and drag him to the nearest bed where they could wallow in each other until their scents were so mixed no one could tell them apart.

What if he wasn’t a wolf? Other species didn’t necessarily know when they’d found their mates. Sometimes they had to be convinced, and it wasn’t always a fun experience.

The scent trail suddenly dead-ended at a tall wooden door, the fifth such door on that hall. Worse, the door was closed. What should she do? Should she knock? She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to decide what to do.

The door in front of her jerked open and a tall, half-naked male stood in front of her, a towel tied around his waist and his wet hair sticking up. “You came.” He grinned, his blue eyes lighting up.

Before she could say anything, he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her against him, covering her mouth with his.

Oh, mama.