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by memories of the one shifter he couldn’t save. But when Anika Desai turns up alive and well in a viral video, Axel’s old feelings reignite.
Anika hadn’t counted on Axel tracking her down and as sparks begin to fly, she wrestles with her attraction to him. But will Anika’s determination to find a killer stop their love from ever getting a second chance?
Bear’s Forever Love
Bear shifter Even Michaels has always been devoted to the Shifter Protection Agency. But there’s one witch Even wants by his side for reasons other than her protection: his dream girl and mate, Stella Greenwood.
For her part, Stella has found Even’s hard-muscular body and passionate personality impossible to ignore. But after a disastrous first date, will past demons rear their ugly heads and destroy Even and Stella’s hopes of love?
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Bear Next Door
Sam
It wasn’t that Sam Miller didn’t enjoy nightclubs, even if the drinks were expensive and humans outnumbered shifters nearly five to one, but being the only sober person in a sea of drunken dancers was possibly the shittiest way he could think of to spend his Friday night.
He watched Stella as the witch continued arguing with a middle-aged man who, like her, looked like he would be more at home in a BDSM club than a nightclub, her many rings lighting up under the neon lights like a beacon so Sam couldn’t lose her in the crowd.
He knew they’d be at it for a while longer; memory-alteration potions were complicated, their ingredients rare and expensive, and Stella would try her best to con the man out of the majority of them. Sam leaned back against the wall, ignoring how sticky it felt against his shirt and thought about what the others were up to tonight. It was William’s night off, lucky bastard, but Axel and Even would be on jobs of their own, protecting the shifter population of Mystic from hunters, witches, or even other shifters. Working for The Shifter Protection Agency is a little like being a superhero, except without the adoring fans and uncomfortable spandex outfits, he mused.
By the time Stella made her way back to him, carrying a small bag full of weeds and vials and god-knows-what-else, and the two of them made their way out into the cold night air, it was already late.
“I don’t know why I couldn’t go alone,” Stella said, exasperated. “I can take care of myself and Tom can barely put clothes on in the morning, let alone hurt anyone.”
“I could tell that by the way he was dressed,” Sam replied, undoing a button on his shirt and pulling the collar away from his neck.
“Don’t kinkshame, Sammy,” she teased.
“David’s just worried. So many people have gone missing recently and you’re the most competent witch the agency has.”
“The only competent witch,” she corrected with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes, though he did have to agree with her. There was a reason he, Even, Axel and William had welcomed her into their sleuth despite her not being a shifter. Witches and warlocks were an odd bunch, most of them either dressed like they were from the Medieval times, actively talked to dead people or simply chose not to talk at all. Stella, apart from her collection of skulls and the sheer amount of tattoos that covered her body, was the most normal witch they’d ever met.
Stella pulled out a battered pack of cigarettes, offering him one and lighting them with a flick of her finger.
“Exactly,” he said. “Let him baby you, it’s how he shows he cares.” Sam knew David had a soft spot for her. It was still weird, watching the strong alpha that had raised him and his friends dote on the witch like an overbearing uncle. He took a drag of the cigarette, noting that Stella had magicked the tobacco, making it taste like strawberries as he inhaled. “Not that he babys any of us. I think you’re his favorite.”
They left the club behind, neon lights fading into pale moonlight as they walked. It was a cold night, the sweat from the club drying unpleasantly on Sam’s skin. Stella must be freezing dressed in a tiny black dress, carrying her heels in her hand. Sam took off his jacket and slung it around her shoulders.
“If you were a real gentleman you’d carry me,” Stella teased, pulling the coat tighter around her shoulders and shoving her hands deep