Cohen

by Emilia Hartley

  He still didn’t know.

  Savannah winced, jerking hard as Tom bandaged her up. Her hand was a complete mess and would take time to heal. She was awash with slashes and dark-swollen bruises, muddied with dirt and blood. He was too afraid of the running water making her blood-loss worse to advise a shower. He ended up cleaning every wound by hand before dressing them in gauze. He flinched with her as every pass of the warm cloth over her body made her hiss in pain.

  “Sorry,” he murmured remorsefully, tugging on a bind of bandage over her forearm. A gash up the side of her back needed skin adhesive before dressing, his fingers working angrily into the cut as he got it to stick together. He feared she might cry yet again as the room filled with the scent of her tears, but she steeled her features, focusing on something on the far wall. Despite her tough façade, she was shivering by the time he finished binding the last wound.

  Tom released his held breath in a relieved sigh, happy to be done causing her more pain. “How does it feel?”

  Savannah sampled her joints, wincing as she flexed her wrists, grimacing as her back twisted ad agitated several wounds on her torso. “Everything hurts, but I’ll heal.” She gave him a weary look before quickly averting her eyes once more, looking more exhausted by now than sad or scared. “Thank you.”

  Slowly, so as not to startle her, Tom raised his hand to her chin, tipping her head back to face him. “Please Savannah. Tell me everything.”

  And she did. Everything from the day Lucas scouted her to the moment Tom found her in the woods denouncing him, voice hitching uncontrollably when she told him of the night at the lake that had caused her to run away from him that night. Anything he didn’t know and everything he’d want to know was now his. She barely breathed, stumbling over her words as they tumbled out of her mouth; Tom could tell she’d wanted to get this off her chest for a good long while.

  “I’m so sorry, Tom,” she finished, voice cracking in renewed anguish. “I should have told you the truth sooner.”

  He only nodded, mostly numb as he processed all the new information. “Yes, you should have,” he replied, heavily. He saw her face fall, a picture of true misery. “But I understand why you couldn’t,” he murmured.

  For a brief moment, Savannah’s eyes lit up with hope, searching his face for a catch in his behavior before they dimmed in remorse. “I don’t deserve your kindness.”

  Slowly, a half smile finally tilted Tom’s lips. “You’re my mate Savannah. I know in my heart why you did what you did and how hard it was to stop. You risked everything to sever ties with Lucas when you had every reason to bend to his demands. If there’s anyone on this planet who deserves a second chance… it’s you.” Tom was shocked to find that the distrust he was so accustomed to have all but vanished. His bear lazed happily, content with knowing that Savannah was out of harm’s way and on the fast track to healing. He gazed deeply into her eyes and only found regret and self-inflicted torture. He never wanted her to feel like this again.

  She swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “But I betrayed you.”

  Tom shook his head. “Betrayal would have been rejoining Lucas after the night we’d shared together, and even then, with the type of man and bear I know he can truly be, I wouldn’t fault you for it.” He shrugged. “And yeah, I won’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt. It hurt like hell that you lied to me and even deceived me, but you aren’t to blame. You were only trying to keep yourself safe.”

  He smiled, running a gentle hand down Savannah’s face. “Plus, you stood shaking in terror before Lucas all in an effort to protect me while I was down. You could have died. Hell, with the amount of blood you’ve lost, I’m pretty sure you nearly did. It kind of put everything into perspective for me.”

  He gazed lovingly at Savannah, her eyes already filling with more unshed tears. “I love you Savannah Danvers, and I don’t want something terrible to happen to you, or to me, and all you could think about before we’re separated forever is that I didn’t trust you. That I didn’t love you. Because I do, Savannah. I love you so much, and my bear loves you so much, and I know you love me, too. So I told myself, I at least owe you the opportunity to tell your story.”

  “Was it everything you wanted to hear?” Savannah asked quietly.

  “It was everything I needed to hear,” Tom answered, a smile in his eyes. “Now I understand.”

  Savannah nodded a few times, seemingly satisfied enough with his answer. “I still should have told you sooner, or before leaving. The note was—”

  “A good idea given the circumstances,” Tom finished. “It didn’t give my mind enough time to run crazy with theories and paranoia. So thank you for that.”

  “Thank you for following me into the woods,” Savannah said. “I don’t think Dan or I would have survived without you.” Her gaze finally began to sparkle with that hope she almost always seemed to have. “You and Nick… are good people. I wish I’d have known that before agreeing to drag you into this mess I made.”

  Tom kissed her lightly on the forehead. “If it wasn’t for this mess you made, we’d likely have never met.” He ran a hand through her hair. “And I don’t even want to think of that, because imagining my life without you in it is physically painful.”

  There was fear in Savannah’s eyes as she met his gaze. “So does this mean you want me to stay?” she asked quietly, as if the risk of asking was almost too great.

  A soft chuckle rumbled in Tom’s chest. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against Savannah’s, basking in the scent of her. “One of these days you’ll trust me enough to realize you’ve never have to ask that question. We’re bound for life, Savannah. The world itself could try to swallow you whole and I’d dig to its core to save you. Don’t let anyone or anything else make you believe otherwise.”

  EPILOGUE

  When Jo and Nick arrived with Dan, Tom and Savannah were sitting in the back room, nursing cups of coffee.

  Anxiety written on her face, Jo rushed over to Savannah, looking her over intently. “Are you okay?”

  Savannah nodded, a darkness of guilt washing over her yet again. She hadn’t just hurt Tom; she put everyone here in unnecessary danger. Even if they had forgiven her action, she wasn’t quite there yet. “I’ll be fine, thank you.” She averted her gaze, staring deeply into the dark mug of coffee. “I need to explain this to you guys. All of it. It’s a long story, and it might get tough at times, but you all deserve to know.”

  Jo smiled. “All I care about now is that you’re safe, you’re happy, and the mate bond you and Tom share hasn’t been broken because of this.”

  Savannah looked up with a start. “You know about the mate bond?”

  Jo’s smile grew to a grin. “Well I am mated to Nick, after all. Even as a human there are things about you guys that I need to know now.”

  Savannah’s gaze slid slowly to Tom. “She knows I’m…?”

  Tom shrugged apologetically. “She’s known since the day you got here. I didn’t tell her though.” He pointed accusatorily. “Nick did.”

  Nick started at Tom’s reveal. “I didn’t know she wanted to keep it a secret until after I said it.” He turned to Savannah. “I meant no harm.”

  A chuckle tumbled surprisingly from Savannah’s lips. This pack was so different from the Northern Wind. She hoped that, now that she was a part of the pack with no secrets between them, she’d finally find a place in the fun rapport they shared.

  “It’s okay,” Savannah sighed. “I was about to tell her anyway. No more secrets. Ever.”

  “I second that motion,” Dan muttered, his smile turning into a tight grimace as he sat. He’d dressed some of his wounds since the last time Savannah had seen him, and maybe had a shower. “It’s way too exhausting.”

  “Dan told us what he could,” Nick said, moving to help Dan get situated without jostling his hurt leg. “But we’d really appreciate another rundown of events from today.”

  Tom nodded and began recalling the events
from the day. Savannah couldn’t bear to look at anyone as he spelled out how she’d gone to Lucas behind their backs, been a part of his pack the entire time, and how Tom had nearly died because of her actions.

  But then her heart swelled when he spoke of her protecting him. She nearly started to cry all over again when she heard the pride and happiness in his voice as he recounted how she agreed to stay with them in the pack. There was no sense of betrayal, no familiar distrust. There was only love, and Tom, and the promise of their entire lives before them as she proved that no one and nothing would come between them again.

  “I could have killed him,” Tom finished, a flash of anger burning on his face. “But I didn’t think it my place.”

  Nick shook his head with a small approving smile. “That was the right decision. If we kill him at the first chance we get, we’re no better than he is. Good work.” The smile fell. “But I get the feeling that this is far from over.”

  “I agree,” Dan added, a look of guilt crossing his own face. “It appears we’ve made things even more complicated for you guys.”

  Nick nodded. “Maybe so, but it didn’t come without its advantages.” He looked to Savannah. “We’ve gained another bear from it all.” Looking back to Dan, a small smile played on his lips. “Maybe two?”

  Dan looked from Nick, to Tom, then to Jo, and finally to Savannah. Savannah saw the conflict on his face. It wasn’t at whether he should stay or not, but whether or not an ex-bear of the Northern Wind would truly find a place in this new pack of peace? Savannah recalled the hurt, darkness, and turmoil that the Northern Wind was surrounded by, shuddering. She felt the same way.

  A look of understanding passed between her and Dan, and he smiled. They may not know if they’d fit in, but the happiness and tranquility here made it definitely worth a try.

  He turned to Nick. “Definitely two.” Jo clapped her hands excitedly. And Tom gave Savannah a small celebratory kiss on the lips.

  Nick grinned at the news. “That’s good to hear. Though I supposed we’re big enough that we’ll need a proper name,” he pondered.

  “Wait, you’re telling me that ‘The Best Damn Pack In the World’ wasn’t our proper name?” Tom joked, making Jo groan.

  “Literally no one called us that,” Nick rebutted. “Not even you.”

  Tom shrugged, holding Savannah close. “We could start.”

  “Heavens, no,” Jo protested, rolling her eyes at the thought.

  “The Southern Wind!” Dan quipped, grinning at the glare Tom shot him.

  “You’re banned from future name suggestions, Limpy,” Tom growled.

  “Oh, you’re one to talk,” Jo muttered.

  Tom scoffed. “My name was way bet—”

  “Mountain Haven?”

  Everyone in the room turned to Savannah, embarrassment welling up in her chest almost immediately.

  Finally, Nick gave a small nod. “It feels right.”

  “I think it suits us,” Jo agreed with an affirmative nod.

  “Sounds like something you’d read in a comic book,” Dan quipped with a grin. “I like it!”

  Tom smiled down on her, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. “It’s amazing, just like you.”

  “Mountain Haven,” Nick murmured, the others nodding their approval as a new sense of purpose filled the room.

  Lucas had been made to retreat once more. His bears were suddenly learning that there was something better out there than him. It wouldn’t be long before he grew desperate in his efforts to rid himself of the alpha pack — The Mountain Haven pack.

  He would return, his wrath more deadly and dangerous than ever before, but they’d be ready. Now, with Savannah and Dan in the pack, they were stronger than ever before. And this time, nothing was going to break them apart.

  Loved by the Alpha Bear

  Alpha Bears Book 3

  Emilia Hartley

  Chapter One

  “Good morning!” Dan greeted loudly in the otherwise quiet mechanic’s office.

  Nick groaned, reaching for his second cup of coffee. “Why are you always so damned cheerful in the morning?”

  He really didn’t know. Maybe it was because, for the first time in a while, he wasn’t confined to a role of brutish bodyguard or ruthless second-in-command. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt free. Dan shrugged. “Can’t help it.”

  Nick grumbled. “Try.”

  Chuckling, Dan made his way over to the coffeemaker to pour himself a mug, though he didn’t really need it. It had been a few weeks since he’d accepted the offer to join Tom and Nick in their pack, Forest Haven. He’d been settling nicely into his new routine with them, but they hadn’t quite gotten used to this new side of him yet. They were always slow-going and a bit grumpy, whereas Dan was always cheerful and ready to take on the day early. He knew it was different from the Dan they knew, so he didn’t hold it against them. Savannah seemed to mind less, though she was also quiet in the mornings.

  Jo was the only one who seemed to understand his love of the mornings; the way the sun began to spread its fingers across the forest trees as it overtook Woodhaven always seemed to take her breath away. Despite being human, Dan could appreciate just how bearlike she seemed at times.

  Tom meandered out of the back room, running a hand through sleep-ruffled hair that he hadn’t bothered to tend to.

  “Good morning, Tom” Dan chirped with a grin.

  “Hmph,” Tom grunted, shaking himself all over. “I liked you better when you hated us.”

  Dan chuckled, not the least bit offended. Life at the mechanic shop had started tough for him, but he quickly picked up on Tom’s humor and was surprised to notice that it resembled his own. It hadn’t taken long for the two of them to hit it off nicely. It also helped that they were practically roommates, though the shop did seem a bit cramped at times.

  Nick stood from where he was leaning over the office desk, indicating toward his brother. “Good, you’re finally awake. Got time to chat?”

  Tom stifled a yawn. “Sure, I guess.”

  Nick nodded. “Dan, you can lend an ear too; it’s nothing secret.”

  Nodding his understanding, Dan made his way over to a nearby office chair with his steaming mug of coffee. He wondered what was so important that Nick had decided to talk about first thing in the morning. Had Lucas been spotted recently?

  “So I’ve been wondering,” Nick began. “How do you two feel about your current living arrangement?”

  Living arrangement? The question perplexed Dan. This wasn’t even on the same plane of thinking as a potential attack from the Northern Wind. He and Tom exchanged a look.

  “Fine,” Tom answered. “I mean, it’s okay, I guess.”

  “Okay?” Nick repeated. “You don’t get the feeling that it might be a bit small for you two and Savannah sometimes?”

  Dan shrugged. “Well yeah. I guess it does. And things can get pretty awkward at times, too.”

  “Yeah, it might feel pretty cramped,” Tom chimed in. “But that’s to be expected with three adults living here. Savannah and I might be mated but Dan deserves to have a place to live just as much as we do.”

  Dan allowed himself a moment of genuine surprise at Tom’s consideration, giving a nod of gratitude to the alpha bear. He hadn’t really said it in words, but Dan always assumed that Tom might secretly want to shoulder him out of the shop to live on his own. He was newly mated after all, but had no time to enjoy the partnership with Dan hovering around all of the time. Dan was happy to see that this wasn’t the case. Hiding a smile, Dan couldn’t help but add another mental tally mark to the list of ways in which Forest Haven was so much different to that of the Northern Wind. Everyone was so sympathetic here; where Lucas would dominate everyone with fear and absolution. Dan counted himself a lucky bear to finally be free of that tyranny.

  “Well, that’s mighty thoughtful of you, brother, but I think I might have a solution that could help satisfy all parties,” Nick replied w
ith a smile. “What if we built you and Savannah a place to call your own?”

  Tom frowned, and Dan could see the telltale skepticism that always dominated his features before any other emotion. “Our own place?”

  “Sure, why not?” Nick answered. “There are a few acres of land a ways south of the shop that we’re free to use, and it just seems right for our newest mated pair to have a place of their own like Jo and I do, don’t you think?”

  “I suppose so,” Tom murmured. “It makes sense I guess, but where would we find the time? We’re on the lookout for Northern Wind activity from sunrise to sunset. That’s way more important than some house.”

  “Lucas has been down and out for weeks. This is the best time to at least get started.” Nick leaned forward on the desk. “Look, we can’t let Lucas hinder us anymore. This is what he wants, to stop us from growing, expanding, becoming greater than anything he could ever handle.

  “Sure for now it’s just a house, but next we’ll want to recruit more bears of our own, start families of our own, become the protectors that we’d always hoped to be.”

  Nick grinned. “We’re an official pack now, the likes of which we’ve never really been before. We need to start acting like it, and that means expansion. And sure it’ll be hard work on its own, let alone coupling it with patrols and our jobs here at the shop, but we’ll figure it out.”

  “Hell, up my training and I’ll be ready to take over as a full-time mechanic in no time,” Dan chimed in, seeing his chance to aid. “Or if you need manpower for building, I know a thing or two about carpentry. My pops was a bit of a building buff when I was a cub.” He shrugged at their mildly surprised faces. “After all you both have done for me, it’s the least I can do to help, you know?”

  Dan had quite enjoyed his apprenticeship under Nick as he showed him the ins and outs of mechanic work. He found that he really had a talent for it, and it was even somewhat therapeutic to work with his hands. Even meeting Nick’s eyes now, he could see a sort of comradery kindling between them at the proffered chance of longer training sessions.