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~Roman~

For the first time in his illustrious, scandalous, and absolutely magnificent life, Roman Draven, Ladies’ Man Extraordinaire, had more hands on him than he could count or happily oblige.

Sure, Roman liked a good touch—a well-placed, loving touch. But this? It was a battlefield.

He was squashed, cradled, smothered, and fondled within an inch of his life. And it wasn’t just the women—oh God, no — there were guys too, though they were very few —thank God — and lacked the same feverish enthusiasm as the females.

Still, the rough pats, ruffles, and one particularly aggressive back scratch from a beefy-looking dude left Roman feeling utterly offended. Violet was so going to pay for this!

But even that was not the end. No, it was the beginning of Kitten Roman’s horrors.

Roman, in his infinite foolishness, had forgotten one critical thing when agreeing to Violet’s money-making scheme. His numerous aggrieved exes were in attendance.

Barbara, the wicked she-devil, had pinched him so hard that her claws dug into his fur like she was trying to rip his soul out through his ribs. It had been so excruciating such that actual tears welled up in his gorgeous, mesmerizing green cat eyes.

Yet not one of these buffoons noticed his silent suffering. Roman had to endure it alone, his silent pain swallowed in the chaos of overly excited students cooing over him. The betrayal. The injustice. The absolute audacity. He bore it alone.

At least on the bright side, his other exes had been merciful, charmed by his beauty to think about revenge.

And still, that was not the end of it. There were the perverts.

For a school filled with intelligent and top performing students, Lunaris Academy sure had a lot of them. Some of the girls had taken great pleasure in spanking his tiny, dignified backside like some demented sport.

Sure, Roman liked the spanking part during foreplay but he didn’t so much like it now he was at the receiving end of it and in animal form.

Thankfully, Violet had put a firm stop to that before it got out of control.

Except it did get out of control.

One particularly brazen, depraved, and shameless degenerate secretly fondled him down to the forbidden area.

Roman had never felt so violated in his life.

His entire soul left his body for a second. At that moment, his dignity, his status, his legacy, all crumbled into ruin with that single, unauthorized touch.

His first instincts had been to maul her, to leave scars so deep her ancestors would feel them. But he recalled the deal with Violet and restrained himself.

Hence Kitten Roman had settled for a deep, guttural hiss, baring his fangs at the girl.

The girl jumped away from him and couldn’t even defend herself which was enough admission of guilt if Roman had ever seen one.

But this was not over. No. He had memorized her face.

When this charade was over, he’d track her and they were going to have a long conversation about boundaries, consent, and basic animal rights. He meant, manners! Yes. Manners. He would teach her one.

And perhaps the next time Violet manages — ’manage’ being the word — to convince him into doing this again, he would be needing a chaperone — preferably Asher — to keep these shameless degenerates in order.

That being said, not everything about the experience was awful.

The attention was intoxicating. His fur was covered in actual lipstick stains as a result of the kisses , and he had more admirers fawning over him than any royal dignitary. Even in animal form, he was simply irresistible.

But most importantly, he had felt them all, if you know what he meant.

Roman had been squashed, nestled, and pressed against more heaving bosoms than he could count. And oh, did he count.

While being mercilessly smothered in adoration, he had carefully selected his future dates, making a mental list of which assets were worthy of his divine attention.

It was truly a learning experience.

To think he had wasted his time cycling through the same old she-wolves, hybrids and human elites when the common students had so much to offer.

It would affect the hierarchy they kept going on but who cares, he was a cardinal alphas and did whatever he wanted.

And it was time to expand his domain. To spread his goodness beyond societal expectations.

Moreover, most of those girls would thank God in church, if he as much as looked their way, not to mention showing them attention. So yes, the gods would be so proud of him. He was bringing their worship to new heights.

But even as his future conquests took shape in his brilliant mind, his gaze couldn’t help but drift—again and again—to Violet.

There she was. The purple storm.

With her devil-may-care aura, her sharp golden eyes, and that calculating, business-like intensity, she was supervising the madness like a queen commanding her empire.

And for the first time, Roman found himself impressed.

She was ruthless. Witty. Shrewd. A born schemer. Like him.

The last time he had been chosen to spend time with Elsie in this form, she had cared for him, showered him with comfort and affection, but even she never thought of something like this.

But his mind, ever loyal to his queen, snapped at him.

"Idiot. She’s just using you. Elsie took care of you without expecting anything in return. Violet is squeezing every cent out of you."

Roman gritted his tiny cat teeth, yet he couldn’t stop watching her.

There was something magnetic about Violet. The way she moved through the crowd, the way people parted for her, the way she owned the entire operation like she was born for it.

Roman frowned, shaking the thought away. Elsie was his queen. Violet was just a passing storm. A fleeting distraction.

Even at that Roman couldn’t help but remember the warmth of being tucked against her side earlier. The way her heartbeat had beat against him and to Roman’s absolute horror, he purred.

The girl currently holding him gasped in astonishment, thinking she was the cause of it. But Roman ignored her, his attention fixed elsewhere.

His gaze returned to Violet, appraising her again.

Roman proudly had a thing for breasts and while Violet’s was sizable, she wasn’t as ample as the women he usually went for. And yet... he kind of liked it.

Except this was dangerous thinking.

If only she wasn’t Alaric’s girlfriend.

But then, being Alaric’s girlfriend had not stopped Julia from pursuing after him.

Alaric still hated him for Julia, thinking he had seduced her. If only Alaric knew the truth that Julia had been the one who pursued him first. He would never go after a cardinal brother’s woman, not unless they shared.

But Roman had never bothered explaining. Why would he? People love it when they have a strong reason to hate others. Explaining now would change nothing between them. Not to mention... he was really tempted to steal Violet this time around. Truly tempted.

"Hey, Kitten Roman!"

Roman’s ears twitched in absolute offense.

The camera girl snapped her fingers to get his attention.

"Look at the camera!" she chirped.

His entire body bristled.

How. Dare. She.

"Kitten Roman" sounded good only when Violet said it. But from anyone else? It was an insult.

Roman let out a deadly snarl, and the girl paled, swallowing nervously.

Good. Fear was the correct response.

Before he could scare her further, a familiar voice called his name.

"Roman?"

The snarl died in his throat.

Violet appeared with her arms crossed, golden eyes narrowed and looking every bit the disapproving handler of a misbehaving child.

He could already hear the lecture coming.

Roman’s ears flattened.

So scary.

Violet effortlessly plucked him from the girl’s hands, holding him firmly so he could not escape even if he wanted to, and sat down, tucking him onto her warm lap.

"We had a deal, remember?" she reminded him.

Yes, yes, a favor owed. One that he planned on cashing in tonight.

"I’d like to believe that we are all good. So

be a good boy, okay?"

Then she scratched him and Roman’s entire being short-circuited.

Oh.

Oh yes.

That was divine.

Then she scratched further.

No.

No, no, no, no.

She found the right spot. He was doomed.

His tiny cat body squirmed, but it only encouraged her.

Stop. No—keep going. No, stop it!

She kept scratching, her fingers expertly working along his sensitive fur-lined nerve endings.

Roman’s tiny body jerked in delight, betraying him entirely.

This was indecent. Unfair. And Illegal — And it wasn’t what you’re thinking.

And yes, that evil Purple haired witch with magical hands knew exactly what she was doing with that smirk plastered on her face.

When she finally stopped, Roman was left a panting mess in her lap.

Violet Purple smiled down at him victoriously.

"Now," she said sweetly, "Let’s get back to work. Shall we?"

Roman let out a pathetic meow.

She had him real good.