Her Reluctant Bear: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 5)

Her Reluctant Bear: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 5) by Vella Day Read Free Book Online

Book: Her Reluctant Bear: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves, and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 5) by Vella Day Read Free Book Online
Authors: Vella Day
Tags: Paranormal Werewolf Romance, Paranormal Erotica
middle of the living room.
    Elana was seated on the sofa next to Kalan, and her gaze too was on a man in uniform who was tall and good-looking. In front of him stood a woman with long, red hair. Her eyes were open, but they seemed to be unfocused. Her pretty face suddenly relaxed.
    “What do you see?” the man asked her.
    She smiled. “A forest full of beautifully colored birds.” She reached out as if to touch one.
    He snapped his fingers, and when her eyes widened, she clasped a hand on her chest as she glanced around. Everyone clapped. Jillian had no idea what kind of parlor trick he’d pulled, but she had to assume this was Sam, the guest of honor.
    “Jillian!” Elana called to her and waved.
    Smiling, she headed toward her friend. Even though the two had met only a few days ago, the baby seemed to have grown. “Don’t get up,” Jillian said.
    Elana laughed. “Without Kalan’s help, I’m not sure I could if I wanted to.”
    Jillian took the empty seat next to Elana. “Thanks for inviting me.” She leaned closer. “Is everyone here one of us?” Jillian had grown up cautious, rarely even saying the word shifter in public.
    “Everyone except my brother Brian are shifters or Wendayans.” Elana nodded toward the kitchen, but Jillian didn’t know which one he was. It didn’t matter. She’d figure it out sooner or later.
    “He knows about our kind though, right?”
    Elana’s eyes widened. “No. He has no idea, though in a few years when Aiden learns to shift, he’ll figure it out.”
    “Aiden?”
    She patted her stomach. “Kalan and I decided to name our child after his grandfather.”
    Kalan looked over at her. “Loved that man. I’m sorry he’s gone. He would have enjoyed having a great grandson.”
    “I’m sure he would have.” She turned to Elana. “I know you said your brother had a trouble past. Is that why you’re waiting before you break the news?”
    “Yes. I don’t want to be responsible for sending him back into therapy. I figure I’ll break the news to him slowly.”
    “That makes semse.”
    Kalan nodded toward the kitchen then stood. “Can I get you something to drink?”
    She didn’t need to take up more of their time. Besides, her mission was to speak with as many people as possible since she didn’t know how long she’d be staying in Tennessee. From experience, she’d learned that friends grounded her. “I’ll grab something. May I ask if the woman in the middle of the room was Izzy?”
    Elana smiled. “That was actually her sister, Missy.” She nodded to the taller redhead with the handsome man. “That’s Izzy with her mate, Rye. He’s our Alpha.”
    So that was Rye. If she needed to stay for a prolonged period, she should ask about the Clan and their politics and whether they would consider letting her join them.
    Ask him , her tiger urged.
    For years, she’d promised her animal that she’d find a place to call home, where shifters were welcome, but somehow she’d never been willing to give up the glamorous life in LA.
    Later , she responded.
    Not wanting to think about the future, Jillian walked past several people who were engrossed in conversation. She headed toward the two coolers sitting on top of the kitchen island. Just as she reached in to grab a beer, an intriguing scent—musky and fresh—invaded her senses. Seconds later, her body was on fire from the rapid release of hormones. Holy hell. She glanced around. Some shifters were emitting waves of sexual vibes, and apparently, she’d been caught in the middle.
    One man, who looked to be close to forty, was watching the group congregating around Sam, but from the way he was scraping the label off his beer bottle with his nail, he wasn’t having a very good time. He was a shifter that much she could tell, though for some reason, his signature had dampened. Perhaps he hadn’t shifted in a long time—kind of like her. A few feet away were two other men, but they weren’t shifters. So where the hell

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