Page 11 of Coveted By The Bear

I didn’t want to be a weapon anymore. I wanted something else. Something soft and permanent.

Mate. Family. Home.

My Grizzly chuffed, and I rubbed my hand roughly over my face.

I didn’t know if I deserved any of those things, but that didn’t stop me from yearning.

One thing I realized was I couldn’t simply sit around and pine away for her. I had to show her I would make a good mate,er, boyfriend.

Fuck. The fact she was a human was problematic.

I couldn’t just tell Hope she was mine. How would that conversation even go?

Hi Hope, so funny story, I actually turn into a Bear. Yeah, monsters are real and mine says you belong to me. Cool, right? Let’s fuck.

Something told me that might not go over so well. But it didn’t stop my dick from getting hard just thinking about her soft curves and pretty face.

Hell. I am in actual Hell right now.

No. I needed a better plan than just dumping that on her, otherwise she’d think I was fucking nuts.

If I was even going to try to be worthy of Hope, I had to find a job. Maybe that might prove I was useful to the Barvale Clan as something other than a Soldier.

Making lunch for her, providing nourishment, seemed like a good place to start.

“Oh my goodness, are we feeding an army?” she giggled as I emptied the contents of the bags.

Fucking giggled.

My heart started pounding.

“I eat a lot,” I replied.

“Me too,” she said, and her velvet eyes were twinkling with amusement. “Can I help with anything?” she asked.

“Yeah, actually,” I murmured. “Cutting board?”

“Here,” she said, handing it to me.

Our fingers brushed, and I growled at the jolt that speared through me, like a fifty-thousand volts of electricity just passed through my body.

My Bear stood up inside my mind’s eye. The Beast was always growling, but when she was around, he got quiet.

Oh, I had no doubts he was watching her. It was what he did. What the universe had designed him for.

Hunter. Predator. Monster.

But like my human side, I knew my Bear would never harm her. He couldn’t.

Hope was ours to cherish and protect.

Ours to covet.

Mine.

Chapter Six-Hope

“That was just delicious,” I said, patting my stomach and standing to clear the table.

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