Mated to the Wilde Bear

Xavier bent to retrieve the shirt he’d discarded earlier and handed it up to Laurel. She smiled and pulled it on while he yanked on his jeans. Although he definitely preferred her bared to him, he saw the gratitude in her eyes as she mumbled her thanks. What the hell was it about this dominant woman’s submissive side that made him putty in her hands?

He’d gone to her in that clearing without conscious thought. His bear had wanted only to protect and comfort. But somewhere along the way, it had become more. She had become more important than he could have imagined. And now, he was in too deep. There was no turning from her, not even if he wanted to.

That scared the ever-loving shit out of him.

He’d known for a while now that his bear craved a mate. But he denied it. Just like Laurel denied her fox. He couldn’t have that responsibility on his shoulders again. Not when he’d handled it so badly the first time. Putting a mate first meant possibly putting his other loved ones in danger. He couldn’t—no, he wouldn’t—do that ever again.

“Xavier?”

him uncertainly and knew he’d

guiding her along the tree line with his hand

all that alpha-woman bravado, she was so sensitive. He’d seen it when she’d told him

didn’t do

“Then what—?”

them just inside the tree line. From here, he could see the station. His truck was parked near the wall, and thankfully, Jake’s truck was gone. At least one thing was going right. “There are things

had to resist the urge to smooth those

you’d change your mind about me.