The Bear’s Reluctant Mate

The health inspection went perfectly. The inspector found nothing wrong, put everything in writing, and even complimented Briar on the […]

The drive down the mountain the next morning was tense. Magnus’s hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw set

Briar woke slowly, awareness returning in layers. Warmth. Safety. The crackling of a fire. Magnus’s heartbeat steady beneath her ear.

The storm rolled in three days after they’d claimed each other, announced by a sudden drop in temperature and a

Briar woke to morning light streaming through unfamiliar windows and Magnus’s arm draped across her waist, his body warm and

Briar woke at two in the morning to the sound of an axe hitting wood. She lay in bed for

The shift was subtle but undeniable. After the town visit, after being seen together and claimed publicly by the pack,

On the fourth day, the roads finally cleared enough for travel. Briar should have been relieved—she could check on the

Briar woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of Magnus chopping wood outside. She stretched on the couch,

Briar was halfway through telling Calla about the kiss when her phone buzzed with a weather alert. “Hold that thought,”