Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Mary!” I hiss, snapping her out of it. “Go inside and sit with my brothers. I’ll take care of those guys. That’s what mates are for, understand me? I’m protecting you now. This is what I was born to do.”
“I’ll go get your brothers and ask them to help you,” she says as she grabs her purse.
“No,” I say in a low firm voice. I grit my teeth as I watch the pair start to walk over. “They’re mine. Nobody messes with my mate. I’m not sharing this.”
I watch her as she hurries inside and my nerves turn to excitement as I stand up and chug the rest of my beer.
This is going to be fun.
I’ve been waiting for this my whole life…
A chance to protect my mate.
An opportunity to fight for my girl.
Those two dead men are about to find out what happens when someone tries to come between a Kodiak bear shifter and his mate.
A girl gasps as I leap over the railing of the balcony and land with a thud on the concrete.
I hate these Lone Wolf cocksuckers. There always seems to be a never-ending stream of them. It doesn’t seem to matter how many necks we break, there’s always a lot more to take their place.
We thought that after we massacred half of them and snuffed out their leader Burton, it would be over, but these furry cockroaches never seem to go away.
I can hear them talking about her. The one with the scarred head has a picture of her.
When I hear the name Mary on their lips, I’m ready to kill.
“Hey,” I snarl as I storm over with my hands squeezed into fists.
The two of them look over and then step back when they see the fury in my eyes. It’s on now.
They should have sent more than two. They should have sent a whole army.
It still wouldn’t have been enough.
I’d fight to the death and then some to protect my mate.
“Who the fuck are you?” the long-haired one asks in a menacing tone.
My bear is livid as he tries to violently claw his way out, but I hold him back easily. I’m pissed too.
And these guys are all mine.
“You looking for Mary McCray?” I ask as I approach them.
They glance at each other nervously.
“You know her?”
I let out a low growl. “She’s my mate.”
“Oh fuck,” the big one whispers under his breath.
“Oh fuck is right.”
I lunge forward and start to make them pay.
Having the time of my life as I do it.
Chapter Five
Mary
I’ve always been very inquisitive by nature and I’ve never been the type to back down.
It’s what drew me into being a journalist.
It’s also the reason why I’ve gotten into a ton of trouble over the years.
My mom always liked to tell me that curiosity killed the cat. I would tell her right back that boredom broke the dog.
“That’s not even a saying,” she’d say.
“It is now,” I’d tell her.
My nature didn’t change when I broke my arm at age six while I checked to see if there really was a leprechaun who lived on the roof like my cousin told me (spoiler alert: there wasn’t), it didn’t change when I was twelve and wanted to find out what the grunting coming from my parent’s room was (spoiler alert: it was horrifying. Do not recommend), and it didn’t change when I was eighteen and wanted to find out what Two Girls and One Cup was all about (spoiler alert: definitely do not recommend!).
So, my nature is certainly not going to change now that I have a gorgeous bear shifter mate with a flawless body about to fight two wolf shifter mercenaries who are here to kill me.
Does he really expect me to sit quietly inside while all that goes down? He picked the wrong mate if he truly thinks that’s going to happen.
I slip back outside and watch with my heart hammering in my chest.
“Oh fuck is right,” Cameron hisses in a growly voice before lunging at the two bikers.
They try to leap out of the way, but Cameron’s meaty fist slams into the big one’s chin. His legs wobble as the wiry one with the dreadful scars on his bald head leap onto Cameron.
He wraps his arm around Cameron’s neck, trying to choke him out, but my protector is much stronger. He pries his arm off and uppercuts him, dropping him to the ground.
It’s all happening so fast. The bikers keep getting up but every time they do, Cameron lands a hard punch that drops them again. He grabs the big one by the long hair and throws him into a truck with a crunch. He falls down and I gasp when I see the huge metal dent in the door and the broken window.
He really is a shifter…
No man is that strong. Or that fast. Or that protective.