Page 31 of Marked By the Possessive Polar Bear
For Victoria. For our future. For everything.
I charge Mace like a goddamn freight train.
He meets me head-on, snarling through massive white fangs, his pack surrounding him. I slam into two of them, sending them both flying before I connect with Mace. He collides into me with his full weight, but I don’t give an inch.
My bear snarls as the large wolf bounces back. He’s quick on his paws though, and comes leaping at me from the side.
One of his boys tries to distract me, but I don’t take the bait even when he sinks his teeth into my hind leg. I never take my eyes off Mace.
Victoria’s grizzly takes care of the wolf on my leg and I leap onto Mace in a brutal showdown. He comes at me just as hard—claws tearing and teeth slashing, as bodies crash into the pavement all around us with bone-shattering force.
He’s strong. I’ll give him that. But I’m stronger. And I’m not just fighting for pride—I’m fighting forher. Forus.
For an incredible future I know is waiting for us on the other side of this brawl.
I just have one last loose end to take care of before we can ride off into the sunset.
Mace’s wolf lunges, trying to sink his teeth into my throat. I twist and slam him down with my paw, cracking the pavement beneath him. His claws rake across my side, but I don’t even feel it. I rear back and drive my heavy paw across his skull—once, twice—until blood pours from a gash above his eye.
He rolls away and staggers back, shaking his head, and then?—
He phases.
Into his human form.
Bloody wolves surround him, even less of them now, as he stands there heaving out breaths, already looking defeated.
“You’re not worth the claws,” he spits, stumbling backward toward his bike. “Should have taken care of you when you were a pathetic cub. You and your mate bitch.”
I lunge at him, shifting in the air. My bare feet hit the pavement and I crash into him as a man, rage pulsing through every inch of me. My fists hit like sledgehammers, each blow a release of everything I’ve been holding in.
“For Victoria.”Crack.
“For my burned home and traumatized parents.”Crack.
“For every life you’ve ruined.”Crack.
Mace stumbles. Bleeding. Broken.
He hits a motorcycle and it falls over.
“Fuck you,” he rasps, blood in his teeth. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“Wrong, Mace,” I say as I squeeze my hand into a fist. “I’ve seen enough.”
I drive my fist into his chest, feeling his ribcage crack beneath my knuckles. I hit him over and over in the chest, crushing his cruel heart until he slumps down, dead eyed and breathless. His body hits the pavement with a final, lifeless thud.
Silence falls.
The remaining wolves take in the scene with stunned eyes and ears pulled back.
Their eyes flick to Magnus, who’s still in his grizzly form, jaws soaked in Knox’s blood.
Then to Victoria, who roars like a goddess of war, determination and defiance in her eyes.
Then to me—panting, bloodied, towering over the broken body of the alpha they followed for far too long.
“Go,” I say, giving them one last chance to keep their lives.
