Mated to the Wilde Bear

Chapter 29: Laurel

She forgot Gerald. She forgot everything else and took off for the trailhead where they descended. People parted for her with surprised murmurs, but no one stopped her. When she neared, she spotted Xavier and Lucas each leading a handcuffed man in front of them.

She darted around the one Xavier was shoving along just as the medics came forward and took him away. Xavier spread his arms wide, and she launched herself into them. He caught her, and she held on tight, tears stinging her eyes at the sweet relief of having him back safe and sound.

“If this is what I’m coming home to, hopefully, I get calls like these every night,” Xavier said on a laugh.

“Uh, no. You’re definitely not doing another poacher rescue for a while,” she said. “My nerves can’t handle it.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

“God, I love it when you get all bossy on me.”

“Mrs. Alpha!”

Laurel focused on a figure rounding the bend over Xaiver’s shoulder. She couldn’t make out the face, but she knew Jake from the sound of his voice—and his nickname for her.

“Hey, Jake,” she called, her arms still around Xavier. She grinned and leaned in, trailing kisses over Xavier’s cheek, headed for his mouth.

Another figure appeared several yards behind Jake, and Laurel pulled away, ready to yell out a greeting to someone she assumed must be Nash. But the figure broke into a run and cut across the trail, sprinting away toward the trees at an angle. He sidestepped Jake, who didn’t notice until the figure had blown past him, headed straight for Xavier.

“Stop!” Jake shouted.

Xavier pulled away, turning to identify the intruder.

“It’s the last poacher,” Harley called, appearing from around the bend in the trail. He pursued the man at a run, but Laurel knew he was way too far behind to catch up now.

She watched as the hunter neared her and Xavier. She figured he’d cut left and sprint for the forest again, but he was headed straight for them. Straight for Xavier, she realized, and he was close enough now that she could see the hateful determination blazing in his expression as he barreled closer.

“Fucking bear shifters,” the man yelled. “I came here to take you down, and I’m not leaving without you!”

Laurel’s throat constricted as the man raised a pistol in his hand and aimed it at Xavier’s chest. Everything slowed. The moment lengthened, and she could see it all spinning out of control. She didn’t waste any more time.

Shoving away from Xavier, she took off for the man at a run.

“Laurel!” Xavier called behind her.

She growled in frustration, a quick noise that rose in the back of her throat, bringing her fox to the surface. She gave in, and it exploded out of her. She leaped just as her two legs became four paws, and soared through the air straight for the attacker.

She landed with her paw—claws first—in his eye and felt the satisfaction of his flinch as she pressed into the soft place between his eyelids. He screamed and fell to the ground, sending Laurel tumbling with him.

She landed hard on her shoulder and rolled with the shuddering pain of her bone hitting the ground at an awkward angle. The air was knocked out of her, and she rose on her front paws, scanning for the

man. Her stomach retracted painfully until suddenly air whooshed back into her lungs. Pain radiated sharply along her shoulder, and even with deep gulps of air to fuel her, she fell back again, unable to carry the weight of her right side.

A few yards to her left, the man, writhed on the ground as he moaned and held his eye. A giant white polar bear stood over him, jaw open and ready to take a chunk out of the man’s neck. Another polar bear, this one slightly darker, and a brown grizzly hovered nearby, all of them watching intently as Xavier poked the man with a massive paw.

Laurel wanted to go to him, but her shoulder was killing her. Xavier let out a deafening roar, his sharp teeth almost grazing the man’s nose, before he backed away and rushed at Laurel. Her fox stared but unlike before, she didn’t flinch at being charged by a larger animal. When Xavier reached her, he licked her face, his tongue almost the size of her whole cheek.

Big alpha polar bear, comforting his mate.

She nuzzled against him until the pain dialed back and eventually disappeared. When she could stand, she nudged at him to give her some space, and he backed up, still hovering as he watched her closely.

Now that the pain was gone, Laurel’s nerves returned full throttle. She cast a furtive glance over Xavier’s shoulder. He was massive enough that he shielded her almost completely from view, but when she craned her neck, she could see the crowd watching the entire drama with rounded eyes and quiet murmurs.

They’d seen her shift. Crap, there’d be no going back now. She was outed, and she’d never again be able to hide her animal from the people in this town. Maybe Gerald didn’t care, but she’d also be outed to people like Scott or worse, whoever was making these anonymous complaints about shifters. Would she be targeted now too?

She looked up and found Xavier watching her. His polar bear had wrinkled brows as he worried over her. She went to him, nuzzling her nose over his soft coat. She felt him vibrate with a growling sigh, and she leaned into him. She’d never touched another shifter before, much less a polar bear in animal form. It felt amazing, the power that rolled off him. And the security he offered with his massive frame bearing down on her. No more fear. Here was comfort and promises to protect. And Laurel realized it was the exact thing she’d been looking for. The only thing worth coming out of hiding to find.

She stood up straighter and faced the crowd, a proud red fox. She would live as a shifter out in the open, and for the first time in her life, that thought didn’t send her running. No more hiding. No more pretending. Xavier Wilde was worth it.