Hey little Darcy's! Normally I don't much care for OC stories but the people's votes

came in and I could never disappoint my beautiful followers! And so here it is, the VOLA spin off. Largely cute, tons of fluff and who knows in later chapters as time goes on ;) Rated M cause it's Victor and updated more often once the other story is completed. Depending on how well it's received I may go past ten chapters but we'll see how things go. Disclaimer, I only own Lola. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Jailbait

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"I'll put my scent on your pillow again."

That made him pause. On the one hand, his little mate's scent on his bed was right where it should be. On the other.. he glanced at his crotch. His water bill was getting high as it was, he'd have to start swimming laps in the lake to shake off his lust.

"Still No."

Lola sighed heavily and flopped down onto the blanket they had put down in the grass.

"It's just hide and seek Victor. You said yourself I need to start honing my senses."

"Victor Creed does not play hide and seek with little girls."

"Victor Creed is this little girl's best friend."

She gave him her very best "I adore and idolize you so cave like the whipped pansy you are and do what I say" smile and wiggled.

"Please? Please play with me Victor, it'll be fun I promise!"

"I have no doubt it would be."

He smirked and her cheeks reddened.

"You're making another dirty joke aren't you?"
"You catch on quick Cat."

She huffed at him again.

"I have to have strong senses. I'm not a proper feral without them."

"Why are you pushing this so hard? I said no."

She looked crestfallen and curled up.

"I just.. I just wanna be a good mate to you when I'm older."

It was his turn to sigh. He knew for a fact there wasn't a scheming bone in her little body

and that always made it ten times harder to turn her down. Everything she said to him was completely sincere, no ulterior motives and always with his best interests in mind. One of the many reasons he'd had both the large honor and great misfortune of falling for the young feral. For example, today when she'd said she'd never been on a picnic. Two hours later and here they were, a basket, blanket and a frisbee (she'd never admit it but his Cat adored fetch. Must have been the feral in her.)

"Just for a little while. Then we have to get you back, you still have to study for that biology quiz tomorrow." He finally agreed, bracing himself as she hugged the living daylights out of him.

"Okay, go hide."

"Come again?"

"You have to hide while I count."

"I'm alpha. I don't hide."

"If you don't hide, I can't find you. Then what's the point?"

He considered the predicament and then nodded to himself.

"New Game."

She leaned forward, always eager to learn whatever he wanted to teach her. On occasion this had caused trouble, (they had agreed never to talk about the flaming arrow incident again) but for the most part she was learning a whole stock of useful things and the Alpha in him couldn't be more pleased.

"Like hide and seek. You'll hide while I count. Instead of staying in the same spot, I want you to use your senses to avoid getting found. Does that make sense?"

She nodded and stood up, stretching and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"If I don't find you in ten minutes, you win that round."

"And if you do?"

"Evade capture."

She grinned widely.

"Yes sir."

He stared hard at her but he could smell no mischief in her scent. Every so often a "sir" slipped out from her lips and then he would spend the evening with different "sir" scenarios playing out in his head. They went from softcore to downright filthy but of course she never seemed to notice what it did to him. For now he ignored the twitching in his pants and sat down to count.

"I'll count to 60, you have one minute."

She took off into the woods while he began to count silently. If she really wanted to sharpen her senses she was going to have to know how to time her movements. After that fiasco six months back he never again wanted his baby girl fighting head on again. Sure, he would teach her. Train her as best he could to defend herself, in every way he knew how. But if it came down to it, he needed to know she could tuck herself away and stay hidden until he could come find her.

At sixty he rose from the ground and inhaled deeply. He caught her scent on the air and followed it to his left,pushing down bushes and branches while scenting her every so often until he came to a stream.

"Clever girl." He mumbled, smiling to himself. She'd taken to the stream to cover up her tracks. A good move on her part but since the water ran down to the lake, he knew he would have head upstream to find her.

He walked a while, sniffing and listening for any clues she might have left. He eventually picked up her scent again and headed for a cluster of trees, stopping when he heard a giggle.

"Cat? I can hear you baby girl. I know you're nearby."

Another giggle, followed by silence.

"Come on out, I know you're there."

He heard footsteps running, and out of the corner of his eye a bush shook ever so slightly. Crouching down he stalked his prey, picking up his little mate's scent and grinned wickedly.

"Here… I.. COME!"

He pounced,expecting Lola to be in his arms and squirming to escape. Instead, he got a mouthful

of dirt and no sign of her. He scrambled up, already looking ahead and checking his peripherals when she dropped down from the tree directly above and landed on his back like a crazed Koala.

"Gotcha!"

"Not so fast."

He shimmied, then bucked wildly trying to shake her off but the tiny feral only wrapped her arms tighter about his neck. He finally gave up when they were both laughing too hard to struggle anymore and gave her a piggyback ride back to their picnic spot.

"Not bad for your first try."

She preened under his praise and slid off to hug him.

"Didn't expect it did you?"
"I looked in those trees three times!"

Lola only grinned,refusing to spill her secret of evasion.

"I won, so what do I get?"

"Respect."

She blew a raspberry at him and he chuckled.

"Fine. Here." He kissed her forehead and tried to look gruff, not quite managing it. "Brat. I spoil you too much." "Can stop anytime you want." She offered but they both knew he would spoil her senseless till the day she died.

"Come on, let's get you home." He gathered their things up, Cat taking his free hand and walked them back to his SUV. On the way back she fell asleep and only then did he allow himself to be tender with her, stroking her lush mane and cuddling her into his side to keep her from aching later on.

"Love you Brat."