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How my bear killed people.
The blood. The bodies. The fear. The gnashing of teeth. The smells. Everything. I laid it all out and when I was done, I hoped it wasn’t him who was running from me.
I wouldn’t blame him. Not one bit.
“What a good bear,” Rob praised once I was done and nodded, letting him know the end of my story had come.
“What?” I asked, pulling away from him.
“I said, what a good omega bear you have. He moved you to the back of his mind and took over, taking care of you and defending himself against those who would put you back in a cage or kill you.”
“But he murdered people.”
“He stopped humans, not good humans, I should say, from killing and capturing my mate. That’s not murder, it’s self-defense. I’m proud of him. Next time my bear sees your bear, they want to mark each other. I’m damned honored to have such a fierce beast as my mate.”
“Huh,” I said because I had no words for what he’d just explained. Sure, it made sense and I’d considered the self-defense angle but not like he explained it. Rob made it seem like I was a warrior when I’d made my bear out to be a criminal.
“I need you to make me a promise.”
“What? I’m still amazed you want me around, and you want me to make a promise?”
He chuckled and lifted my body easily, sitting me between his legs. The sun began to come out and its rays fingered through the tree branches above, bathing us in light. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. “I will always want you around. Always. Now, this promise.”
I sighed. “Name it.” I would do anything for this male. Anything.
“Next time there is something wrong, don’t run from me or it. Come find me, and we will work it out together. You’re not alone anymore. We are a team. You have to trust me with your darkness and your light.”
“Okay. But what about your sleuth? What will they think?”
Rob pulled me in tighter and kissed the sweet spot between my shoulder and neck. “I have no doubt they will think the same way I did. We have all suffered at the hands of those monsters. Our animals were given to us for a reason. And a lot of that reason was to keep us safe. Fate has a plan for all of us.” He pressed his nose to the curve of my neck. “She gave me the most incredible, brave omega.”
I leaned back and let myself breathe. “What do we do now?”
“We shift and go back home. But first, my bear wants to see his mate. You up for another run?”
When I didn’t immediately answer, he chuckled. “If I promise to make you the best breakfast ever?”
“You don’t have to bribe me, alpha. I want to go home.”
Chapter Fifteen
Rob
My omega was the bright star in my life. I might never understand what he saw in me or why Fate had been so kind, but I vowed I would never forget how lucky I was to have him. When he’d run away, so sure he was a danger to the sleuth, I could have lost him forever. Not to mention the fact that he’d been a prisoner in the labs to start with.
Something I preferred not to dwell on because it still made my bear homicidal. And while Sage had done damage to those who harmed him, there were still plenty of them there who still deserved to be wiped from the face of the earth.
One day, we’d find a way to shut that place down, but it would have to be done with a clear plan and not by one rogue bear. For now, I planned to enjoy our time getting to know one another. We had plenty to keep busy with at the sanctuary during the day and the nights. Bunnies had nothing on fated bear mates.
One night after a sleuth run, we headed back to the cabin, which Sage had fixed up to be far nicer than the utilitarian setup I’d had. Curtains at the windows, flowers in a vase on the table, new bed linens. It was amazing how a few touches like that made the cabin a home. We were currently braiding a rag rug together out of strips of old clothing.
“Want something to drink?” I asked, heading for the kitchenette. We never cooked in there, or almost never, since I did that job for the sleuth in general, but we kept some drinks and snacks handy. “I’m parched.”
“Sure. Some water maybe?” He grimaced and wrinkled his nose. “I ate too much at dinner again.”
“Water coming up.” I filled two glasses before what he said sank in. “Again? Have you been feeling sick lately and didn’t tell me?”
“Not really sick. Just off. Overly full, maybe a little nauseated. Can I help it if my mate is the best cook anywhere?”
