Page 3 of Coveted By The Bear

I’d been a Soldier for the Clan since I was sixteen. Tiegs had no problem using my brawn for his own purposes. I wondered now why I was so surprised when he decided he owned my dick, too.

Zara was a good Sow. She deserved better,

But I could not mate a woman I didn’t care for, and I did not love her. She was not my mate.

It sounded cruel, but it wasn’t some whim. My Grizzly Bear was a fucking bastard at the best of times.

The idea of a forced mating had the animal inside me pushing to challenge Tiegs for Alpha. But I sure as shit didn’t want that fucking job.

I just wanted to live my life. I didn’t mind serving. Hell, Tiegs and his mate had helped raise me after my folks died and I’d owed them fealty.

“This is how you repay me? You worthless whelp!” Tiegs raged when I told him I refused the betrothal contract.

“I can’t mate her. My Bear won’t allow it,” I explained.

“Then get out. I have no use for Bears who don’t know their place.”

And just like that, I was tossed away.

Like garbage.

Maybe that’s what I am?

Grrrrrr.

Fuck.

I shook my head, tightened the chains I had on my animal as I lifted the motorcycle and started to wheel it down the road. I’d seen an auto shop a little bit earlier.

Lance’s Auto Repair, I seemed to recall.

“At least it’s not raining,” I muttered a moment too soon.

The first drop fell before I took my next step.

Fuck my life.

Chapter Two-Hope

Ichecked my phone for the hundredth time. Still three AM.

Ugh.

Really, it didn’t matter what time it was. I was the only one working tonight. My shift ended at six now that Lance’s Auto Repair started offering twenty-four-hour service.

I was the newest edition here, so I drew the short stick when it came to scheduling. It was fine.

I was a poor sleeper, and working was better than binge watching romcoms on Netflix.

I mean, at least this way I was earning a paycheck and not adding to the size of my already substantial ass by snacking in front of the TV.

Sigh.

Snacks sounded like a good idea. I dropped the magazine I’d been reading after I changed the oil on a pickup that had been left in bay one.

We weren’t offering full service around the clock. The idea was to be present for emergencies and for clients who needed to pick up or drop off during odd hours.

But since I was there, I did it.

---