Page 25 of Saved By the Grizzly Bear

I glare at him, but his eyes are locked on Morgan. I can see the lustful look in his gaze, and I let my bear slip out a little bit.

At least rip him to shreds, my bear growls, and I’m on board with that idea.

“Actually, I can,” I say and they all look doubtful. “I’ve saved almost all of my money since I started working when I was fifteen. I learned how to invest and could retire today if I wanted to and be set for life. Now that we’re married, all of that is Morgan’s too.”

“What?” Morgan asks, looking shocked.

“Even if he wasn’t rich. We all would have chipped in and helped to take care of Susan,” Niko says and I see my friends all nod.

That seems to have shocked her parents and Randolph into silence and I turn back to my mate.

“Please finish,” Morgan whispers to the officiant.

He glances at me, and I nod.

“Then, with the power invested in me by the state of Alaska, I know pronounce you husband and wife.”

“No!” Her parents and Randolph scream.

They try to step forward, but my friends stop them.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant ends, and I step forward, cradling Morgan’s head in my hands as my lips lower to hers.

I kiss her, just briefly, because I’m nervous about what her parents and would-be fiancé are doing.

We’ll kiss her properly when we’re safe at home, I tell my bear, and he nods.

“If you’ll just sign the paperwork,” the officiant says and we hurry to both scribble our signatures on the lines that he points to.

Good, now get out of here, my bear says once we’re done.

“Get me out of here,” Morgan whispers, like she can read my thoughts, and I give her a grim smile, gripping her hand as we take off for the door.

NINE

Morgan

I’m married.

It feels surreal as I follow Alec up the porch steps.

“Oh, hold on,” he says as he unlocks the front door. I frown, wondering what’s going on when all of a sudden, he bends down and scoops me up into his arms.

I gasp, and he grins as he carries me over the threshold and into the house.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Warren.”

Home. That’s exactly what this place has always felt like.

My mind races as he carries me upstairs and into the bedroom. I suppose that now it’s our bedroom.

He sets me down on my feet next to the bed frame, and I take a moment to look around. The space is sparsely furnished with just a bed, dresser, and two end tables. A door to the left leads to the ensuite and a door on the right leads to a closet with just a few coats and sweaters hanging up.

“You can decorate it any way that you want to,” Alec says, and I smile.

“Are you sure?” I ask with a wicked smirk, and he grins.

“Yep. Go crazy. Do the whole house. I want you to love it here.”

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