Bear Clan - La série

That first time I saw her—my mate—I’d been ready to kick some guy’s ass for even looking at her. I made no apologies for my possessive, territorial side. I was a grizzly bear shifter, after all. It was my nature to be over the top. Bethany hadn’t known what to do at first—being mated to a shifter—one who was grouchy and burly and made no apologies for how rugged he really was. But she wanted me, my sweet little human mate, who could have brought a beast like me to my knees with just a look. I’d wanted nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my lair like a caveman. But I let her take the lead, even if my bear wasn’t happy, even if the alpha in me wanted to have my way with her right then and there. And I would have my way with her. All the ways that counted, in fact. I’d claim her, mark her, and before it was all said and done, there’d be no doubt in anyone’s mind that Bethany was owned by a grizzly.

I’d once been a great dancer. A ballerina. But an injury ended my career, had me longing to go back in time, had me loathing the city and the very profession I’d once loved.
 So, I decided to get away from it all, go out in the middle of nowhere to clear my head, and focus on what was important. Things were going great until a bear was at my back door, trying to get in. And it ended with me wielding a knife for protection and realizing it wasn’t just any bear, but a shifter who claimed to be my mate. 
Maddix.
Strong and powerful, his very presence had me questioning my entire existence. The mating was fast and furious, potent and real. It was everything I ever wanted, and everything I never thought I’d have. 
It was all wrapped in one whirlwind, insta-lust experience.
 But could I give myself over fully to Maddix? Could I truly leave the city and the life I’d always known behind?
 Could I do it all for the promise of love from one possessive, the territorial bear shifter who would do anything to make me happy?
 Because if there was one thing Maddix made very clear, it was now that he had found me, he wasn’t letting me go.

Oli I didn’t know her, what she looked like, where she was, but I knew my mate was out there. And it was that truth that had me saving myself for her. Only her. If I couldn’t fully give myself over to my fated mate, what kind of worthy male was I? 
But staying in town, hidden deep within the forest, wouldn’t bring my mate to me. I had to go and find her.
I had to make her mine. India
 As a former foster child, I never had real family, no roots. I’d always felt like something was missing, so I worked hard on helping others. My mobile medical van was where my passion lay. It’s how I made sure no one else felt helpless.
 But when my van was broken into, and my safety compromised, it was a big bear-shifting male who came to the rescue.
 Oli said I was his. He claimed I was his mate. He seemed certain of it just by looking at me. It was insanity, but I couldn’t deny the pull I felt for him, the way my body craved his.
 Pushing him away wasn’t an option, not when he was always there, watching me, making sure I was protected. And it was that need inside of me, the one that grew and consumed me, that finally had me giving in.
I soon realized being mated to a bear shifter meant he was grumpy, protective, possessive, and wanted only one thing. Me.

Uprooting my life, buying a cabin that was all but falling apart, and moving to the middle of the woods might not have sounded like the best idea, but to me, it was almost perfection.
 I guess that’s the perks of being an author … packing up and moving to anywhere in the world because as long as I had a laptop, I was good to go.
 What I didn’t expect during this new start was the man I’d hired to renovate my place—Asher, the bear-shifting carpenter. He had me feeling things I’d never experienced before; things that excited, but scared me.
 Lust, desire, and all kinds of filth a girl like me probably shouldn’t be thinking about a man I didn’t even know, played on repeat in my head.
 But there was more than just arousal where Asher was concerned. I knew it in my heart. 
Here I was, in my twenties, never been with a man in any way, and all I could think about were these obscene things that made a certified virgin like me blush.
And when Asher showed up on my doorstep during a storm, soaking wet, looking feral, telling me he’d tried to stay away but couldn’t, I knew one thing for certain. These weren’t just idle feelings I was having.
 This was what it felt like to be mated.

Cason 
I devoted my life to working, building a career and business, making sure I was secure and stable in my life for the sole purpose that I’d find her, that everything would be ready and perfect for her.
 My mate.
 The one woman who would complete me.
 The one woman who was born to be mine alone.
 Watching my brothers find their other halves hadn’t been easy, but I knew I would never give up. I couldn’t. My mate would make all the bullshit disappear. She’d make my life have a purpose. And that’s the only thing that mattered to a bear shifter. To me. 
If there was one thing I knew without a doubt, it was that once I found her, I wouldn’t go easy. I would make her see that, once she was mine, that was it. There was no going back.
 Mena 
Half bear, half-human. That’s what I was.
 My human side dominant. No shifting, no primal urge to be in my animal form. But I was okay with that.
 I’d grown up with parents who wanted only the best for me, and that meant not being with a shifter, because of the politics that went along with it, because my father was an outcast for loving my mother—a human who wasn’t his fated mate.
Love who you want. That’s what they said. That’s what they lived by.
 But I needed to find myself, needed to find what I wanted out of life. And so I took an impromptu camping trip. I wanted to get away, to reconnect with my bear side, even if she was buried deep down within my human genetics.
 But I wasn’t alone. He found me, this alpha grizzly bear shifter who looked at me like I was the sun he’d been searching for his entire life.
 His mate.
 Mine, he growled out like the feral animal he was.
 And in that moment, I knew there was no going back.


DAMON An alpha, bear-shifting virgin who was saving himself for his mate.
That’s what I was. And I was fine with that because saving myself for the one female who was meant to be mine was the only thing I ever wanted. 
A lone bear without a mate was a depressing thing. And even though I knew she was out there—the other half to my soul—I was beginning to think there was no happily ever after for me.
 Until I saw another male lusting after her. There was no way I could control myself. She was mine, and if that meant kicking the ass of the man who wanted her… then so be it. Rue would be mine.

 RUE 
It started with a swim in the lake, and then suddenly there was a possessive bear shifter tackling my friend to the ground for touching my hair. It ended with me being pressed up against a tree, staring into the dark eyes of a feral man who claimed I was his mate… that he wouldn’t stop until I was his until I was marked as his.
 And as much as I knew being mated to Damon meant my life would be forever changed, knowing he would never let me go, would scare off any male who even looked in my direction, all I wanted was to be with him.
 All I wanted was to wear his mark.