Two Bears are Better Than One (Alpha Werebear Romance) (Broken Pine Bears Book 1) by Lynn Red Read Free Book Online Page B

impossible.
    And then he stood on his hind legs, towering over her, almost double her height.
    In that split second, her life flashed before her eyes. Something she did had set the beast off, she’d made some gesture that aroused some territorial anger in the bear and he was about to...
    “Shrink?”
    Right before her eyes, the bear’s arms and legs shortened, but not terribly much. The fur on his arms and legs and belly slowly receded, shrinking back into his pores. Hard, long, muscles appeared next, and his eyes – oh God his eyes – one of them amber, the other blue flecked with gold.
    Jill felt her consciousness waiver slightly, and she reached out for him. He caught her arm.
    “I found you,” he said.
    Shocked, Jill’s hands slid off his shoulder and his forearm and brushed against his...
    “Sorry,” she said with a gulp.
    “For what?” his voice boomed.
    “I touched your, uh,” she fell silent, swallowing hard again. “You know.”
    “What’s there to be sorry for? You’re the mate I was hunting. I’ve found you, everything’s right.”
    She nodded, slowly, taking it all in. “I’m your,” she switched to shaking her head from side to side.
    “Mate,” he repeated. The man’s voice is basically what she always figured a bear would sound like if he could speak English. “I’m using the right word, aren’t I?”
    She looked down at her feet, and caught a glimpse of what she accidently brushed earlier. It was fitting, to say the least. Then, looking back up into his face, she had to think for a second before she could summon the right words. “You... turned into a bear?” she asked. “Holy shit. I mean, Bigfoot, yeah, everyone knows that’s a load of crap but werebears ? That’s...”
    “Rogue,” he said. “I’m one of the two clan alphas for this area. You’re,” he paused, half a grin crossing his beautiful face. “Not one of us?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “But you have the mark.”
    He touched the birthmark on Jill’s chest that started tingling again, like before. “I’ve been dreaming, uh, I think. About you. And...”
    The bear – Rogue – grabbed Jill’s hand and put it to his chest. “This is mine,” he whispered.
    Even whispering, his voice was just big , like the rest of him. Jill’s insides wiggled a little, shaking slightly as she curled her fingertips along the shape. Without even looking at it, she knew it was the same as hers.
    “How?” she asked. “Is this... how?”
    He chuckled softly. “This is new.”
    “Okay,” Jill said, collecting herself a little, and doing the thing where she gets some emotional distance and thinks in objective scientific terms. “So, you’re a man who can turn into Ursus arctos appalachia ?”
    Rogue grunted a laugh. “Is that what you call us? Shapeshifters? Then those wolves were Ursus arctos appalachia too.” He looked very pleased with himself for using the phrase.
    Jill looked, to his eyes, paler than she had a few moments before. Her knees were weak, he felt her tremble, and then she fell against his naked body. He held her, out of surprise more than anything, but once she was against him, her heat crept into him, and Rogue clutched her tighter against his muscled chest.
    “That’s not...”
    She looked up at him, blinked twice, and then went limp.
    “Well,” he said to himself, “I guess this just got a lot more complicated.”

-5-
“At some point, I’m going to stop saying ‘this can’t be real.’”
-Jill
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    “H oly shit!” Jill swore and pushed herself backward against the wall of her field cabin, gripping the sheets in her fists and looking around the room like a terrified cat who suspected a trap.
    The entire room was empty, the door was locked, and there wasn’t a trace of anything out of the ordinary. Had she somehow gotten here earlier in the day than she thought, and then just dreamed that entire ridiculous hoodoo about the werebears and the werewolves and the