The BEARy Possessive Grizzly (Bear Clan, 5)


I devoted my life to working, building a career and business, making sure I was secure and stable in my life for the sole purpose that I’d find her, that everything would be ready and perfect for her.

My mate.

The one woman who would complete me.

The one woman who was born to be mine alone.

Watching my brothers find their other halves hadn’t been easy, but I knew I would never give up. I couldn’t. My mate would make all the bullshit disappear. She’d make my life have purpose. And that’s the only thing that mattered to a bear shifter. To me.

If there was one thing I knew without a doubt, it was that once I found her, I wouldn’t go easy. I would make her see that, once she was mine, that was it. There was no going back.


Half bear, half human. That’s what I was.

My human side dominant. No shifting, no primal urge to be in my animal form. But I was okay with that.

I’d grown up with parents who wanted only the best for me, and that meant not being with a shifter, because of the politics that went along with it, because my father was an outcast for loving my mother—a human who wasn’t his fated mate.
Love who you want. That’s what they said. That’s what they lived by.

But I needed to find myself, needed to find what I wanted out of life. And so I took an impromptu camping trip. I wanted to get away, to reconnect with my bear side, even if she was buried deep down within my human genetics.

But I wasn’t alone. He found me, this alpha grizzly bear shifter who looked at me like I was the sun he’d been searching for his entire life.

His mate.

Mine, he growled out like the feral animal he was.

And in that moment, I knew there was no going back.