Page 28 of My Unbearable Mate

“Wow.” I couldn’t believe my own grandmother could not only have stolen a sacred talisman but might also be immortal. And more than that, my entire life could be one big, ugly lie.

Bellamy put his hand on my shoulder. His touch comforted me way more than it should have. “We still need to find that locket. But I think your magic just became the bigger mystery.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Surveillance is Sexy

Bellamy

“Now that we know what we’re looking for, we need a plan.” I paced the living room. My bear could make an appearance at any time. There was no imminent danger that I knew of, but he was on point.

More like, his clan had betrayed him by lying to his mate and he was fucking pissed.

“We’re looking for the locket, the motorcycle, and Clover’s magic.” It was surreal—and exciting—to acknowledge it existed. “Where do we start?”

Clover sighed. Her hair was still wild even though she’d attempted to pull it up on top of her head. “I’m not going home any time soon, am I?”

I shook my head. “I’d like to see what happens when you’re away from the clan for an extended period of time. If your powers come back.”

“That would be a lot easier if we had any idea what they were.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “They’re not one size fits all. I could have completely different powers than Nana.”

“Is there anyone we can talk to, outside of your clan that might be able to help you develop them?” Beau suggested.

“Great idea.” I might not regret making him my temporary second-in-command after all. I turned to Clover. “You should go see Chandra Lowe. She’s one of the Sawtooth wolves, and a doctor that has a foothold in traditional and shifter medicine.”

Clover narrowed her eyes at the suggestion. “Those bears didn’t hurt me.”

“It took you a while to remember what happened to you. As a precaution, we should make sure you didn’t ingest anything that caused you to forget what happened. And she’s Xavier’s mate, one of the owners of Choppers by Lowe. If these cases have any tie to each other, she might see the link before we do.”

“Looking for my magic seems more surreal than finding these bears.” Clover shook her head.

“We need to look them up,” Beau said. “If they gave you the right names.”

“Let’s start there. We can do that now.” One thing we could get out of the way.

I motioned for Beau and Clover to follow me into my office.

“Whoa,” Clover said. “This is quite the setup.”

I had multiple screens, several tower builds, speakers, and special lighting in case I needed to see things that others didn’t want me to.

Beau let out a low whistle. “I thought you were just working off that laptop when you went remote.”

“When I’m doing surveillance, sometimes it means pulling the night shift,” I explained as I sat at the desk and powered everything on. “I won’t bore you with an explanation of what everything does, but it all comes in handy.”

“It’s kinda sexy,” Clover said.

My bear liked that. A lot.

I typed Lynwood Clan into the search bar. Beau leaned over my shoulder, and Clover took the seat next to me. Our gazes met as she settled. There was no hiding she was nervous. Hell, I was too. No matter what these results revealed, there was no way this case would be straightforward.

The family tree finished generating and appeared on the screen. “Shifter genealogy isn’t as accurate as humans, since we typically weren’t born in hospitals, and our ancestors weren’t always concerned with keeping meticulous records.” I prepped the team for what we might not find. “And like human genealogy sites, participation is voluntary. So this might give us some answers and even more questions.”

Clover leaned forward. Her scent was still heightened, so soon after her orgasm, and it was enough to make my bear rumble with satisfaction.

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t bring my reading glasses.”

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