Loved by the Alpha Bear (Alpha Bears Book 3)

by Emilia Hartley

  Nova resisted the urge to let go of her hand. Fury ripped through him, stirring his inner wolf, and his hatred for Kal burned like an inferno in his soul. He and Kal had never gotten along. Even as kids, they had been enemies, though Nova had never truly understood why. He had always assumed Kal’s dislike for him and his brother, Nemoy, had stemmed from jealousy or some other useless emotion. Nova and Nemoy were the sons of the Mountain Clan’s Alpha, destined to inherit the throne and become the next Alpha and Beta of the Pack—if they could prove themselves worthy. They were legacies. The Lowery line had been in existence for generations, and each generation, one of them ascended those steps to the throne, and participated in the ancient ritual that would grant them leadership and a direct line to the spirit of the First Wolf. From the moment they were born, every wolf clan in the area knew who they were.

  Nobody knew Kal Vann.

  When Nova had first met him, Kal had merely been the son of one of the Valley Clan’s guards. Callahan Vann hadn’t even fought his way up to his pack’s Beta yet. No one ever believed he would have the balls to make it all the way to Alpha. And yet, somehow, he had. But Kal had never forgotten that feeling of inferiority he had when he was around Nova and Nemoy. Nor, it appeared, had he forgiven them for it. Whenever they were forced to spend time in each other’s company at Clan summits, Kal would seek them out to prove his dominance. And every year when he and Nova would fight, Kal would lose. Although, Nova had to admit, each time, Kal got just that much more lethal. And he hated Nova just that much more. Over the years, Nova had gotten used to the animosity.

  But this thing with Amara was different. It was like he was obsessed.

  Before she was attacked, Amara was just another human. She didn’t stand out to Nova or Kal, as far as he knew. Not as much as she did now, at least. Nova could admit (even if it was only to himself) that he had been watching her for weeks before he finally made himself known. There had just been something about her that called to him. Something about the way her dark hair flowed around her shoulders in shiny waves, or the way her gray eyes seemed to look right through him even though he had been certain she had never even known he was there. And the wicked look that filled her face when she laughed, or when she smiled that wild smile of hers, had drawn him to her like a moth to a flame.

  And apparently, he hadn’t been the only one.

  Before Kal had set his sights on her, Amara Townsend had only been a pipedream for Nova. He hadn’t even considered breaking Pack Law for a human. Even that human. She was forbidden, and therefore, untouchable. He hadn’t even known her name, for crying out loud. But all of that had changed when Kal and his friends attacked.

  Nova remembered it like it was yesterday. He and Nemoy had been on patrol that night. Nova had heard the enemy before his brother had. He had already been running when the wolves attacked the three girls. He had seen Amara get separated from her friends as she had run for her life. And he knew—beyond reason or explanation—that Kal would go after her. It was like a rule of the Universe or something. Because she appealed to Nova, she would call to Kal’s senses as well. It was almost as if the two of them were connected. Maybe even the three of them.

  He had been terrified he wouldn’t reach her in time. Just as he had been terrified when Kal attacked her again ten years later. But after he had defeated Kal and sent him loping off with his tail between his legs, Nova had stood over Amara’s still body, and he had never been more mesmerized. In that moment, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

  Just as Kal knew he would do whatever it took to destroy her.

  It wasn’t something he could explain, Nova knew. Kal was connected to Amara just as much as he was, even if he hated to admit it. But while it had awakened something protective in Nova, it was like it had broken something in Vann. He became obsessed with hurting her in any way he could, almost as if he were punishing her for getting away that night. As if he were punishing Nova through her for being the one who had rescued her in the first place. And, once the treaty between their clans had broken for good, Kal had resumed his mission with a vengeance.

  In truth, he couldn’t blame Amara for being scared. Hell, he was terrified himself—not that she needed to know that. But, just as he had sworn he would when he was seventeen years old, Nova knew he would do anything in his power to protect her. Even if that meant that one day, he would kill Kal Vann.

  Chapter 7

  Nova squeezed Amara’s hand again before taking her keys from her and sliding it into the handle. He turned the key until he heard the satisfying click of a lock being opened, before holding the door for her as she went inside.

  A wide, pleased grin split his face as he stared at the scene before them.

  Rose petals were scattered across the floor, covering the living room with a sheet of red and pink. The trail they made wove around the room and down the hall, creating an intricate design in the shape of an ornate heart that found its destination in the bedroom. Vases full of lilies and orchids and every shade of rose one could think of filled every table in the room. Candles sat in clumps on the coffee table and the end table. They lined the mantle, giving the room a soft, amber glow. The sweet aroma from the petals and blooms permeated the air, leaving a romantic sheen in their wake.

  “Wow, she really outdid herself,” Nova muttered, completely awestruck. “I said a few candles, some flowers, maybe a trail of petals. I never imagined this.”

  Speechless, Amara gaped at him. Her gray eyes were wide with wonder. “You did this?” she asked. Her voice barely came out as more than a whisper.

  Nova shrugged. “Well, Sadie helped. But yes, I did. Things have been so hard lately, and we haven’t really gotten a chance to just, you know, be you and me. I just wanted to give you at least one night where you could forget everything else going on in our world and really enjoy the fact that we’re engaged.” Smiling, he pulled her close to him and twined his arms around her waist. He nuzzled his nose against her skin, nipping lightly at that place where her delicate shoulder slid fluidly into the languid line of her neck. Just the scent of her had the capacity to be his undoing. “Amara,” he whispered, and was pleased when her only response was a thick, throaty moan. “We’re engaged. We are getting married.” He grazed his teeth lightly along her shoulder, running his hands up and down her arms. “You are going to be my wife.”

  Nova let his fingers trail over her clothes like a feather touch in the breeze. She shuddered as he hovered above her chest, letting one finger travel south down the line of her breast, dipping beneath the lacy fabric of her bra to caress her nipple. Amara’s breath was cut short in a sharp inhale, and Nova felt himself go hard against the curve of her behind. Reaching up, she hooked her elbow around his neck, and let her head fall back against his shoulder, her eyes closed.

  Nova took a moment to just stare. He had seen beautiful women in his life. Too many to count. He’d even been lucky enough to see a few of them naked. But never before had he experienced a woman who could take his breath away with a simple sigh the way Amara Townsend could without even trying. It was amazing and ridiculously frightening all at the same time.

  He kissed her skin, licking the gentle curve of her jaw before making his way up to draw her earlobe into his mouth. She moaned when he sucked it in between his teeth and wound his fingers through her hair. He loved the way it got tangled around him, the same way she got tangled around him. It was as if he were being surrounded, as if everything that was Amara was enveloping him within her grasp, consuming him until there was nothing left to separate them. It was as if he were being burned alive by the mere feel of her, and he didn’t regret it one bit.

  He let his hands roam up and down her body, cupping her breast with one, while the other explored the hidden mysteries beneath the stiff band of her jeans. He slid his right hand up her shirt, prying away the padded material of her bra until all that was left was velvety fresh. Amara sighed again, and Nova felt the l
ength of him strain against his own pants as if he were yearning to be inside her.

  With swift fingers, he undid the buttons of her pants and sank into the hot, wet abyss. Amara trembled in his grasp as he played over her, stroking that sweet spot that he knew would make her melt over and over again. And, just when it seemed she was about come, he plunged his fingers into her center, thrusting her over the edge without mercy. She cried out, and he silenced her with a kiss, feeling elated when she went limp against him.

  He chuckled, turning her to face him. “I am nowhere near through with you yet.” Nova tipped her back and swept her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Amara’s hands explored the muscles of his back as he followed the trail of rose petals into the bedroom. Her lips took the same journey over him as her hands had, and everywhere she touched, Nova felt chills that had nothing to do with the cold.

  More flowers and candles lit the bedroom, and the trail of rose petals led right up to the bed. Even the comforter was filled with them.

  Nova tossed Amara down on the bed, none too gently, loving the way she laughed. He made quick work of both their clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He only managed a second to hope he didn’t knock something over and burn the house down. But, seeing Amara laying naked before him in a bed of rose petals, he decided there were worse ways to die.

  He gazed down at her, seeing her like this, right now, would be forever engrained into his memories. He sure was lucky. Spreading her legs, he climbed up between them on the bed and decided to slake his thirst. His tongue lapped at her in slow, torturous strokes at first, letting each shudder build upon itself until he knew they were both as hot as a volcano waiting to explode. He ached to be inside her.

  Amara’s fingernails clawed down his back, leaving bright red welts in his skin, but Nova didn’t care. He would obey those hands and that sexual demand without hesitation. She pulled him up on top of her, locking her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him so intensely that any remaining thought he may have had was gone.

  Nova throbbed against her, and cried out when her hand clamped around his cock and guided him into her slick, hot center. Then he began to move.

  Never had he ever felt this undone by one woman. If it hadn’t already, the tenderness mixed with the possession in her eyes would have made his heart trip and fall right into the palm of her hand. Everything he had, everything he was, was hers. He would do anything she wanted. Give up anything to make her happy, to keep her safe. This was the woman he would defy his Pack for; defy his gods for. This was the woman who was all his hopes and dreams for a future personified.

  Amara clung to him as he moved inside her, each thrust bringing them closer until their heartbeats combined to create a gentle rhythm that sounded more like a primal song in the candlelight glow. Nothing was ever going to come between them. Not war, not some secret admirer, and definitely not Kal Vann. In that moment, every doubt or misgiving Nova had ever had about his relationship with her vanished. He may not be the best person for her; he knew that. His world was a dangerous one, and even though he promised he would, he may not always be able to keep her safe. No matter how hard he tried. But for some reason, this fantastic woman wanted him. And he was never going to let her go.

  Linking his fingers with hers, Nova stared down into her eyes as he let himself go, and the two of them erupted together.

  Chapter 8

  The sweet aroma of bacon and eggs aroused Nova from sleep the next morning. He woke with a smile. He loved it when Amara made breakfast for him. She didn’t do it often—to be honest, she didn’t cook very often—but he adored her for thinking of him and taking the time to do something nice for him. After a brief shower, he dressed quickly and followed the scent down the hall to the kitchen.

  Amara stood at the stove turning the bacon, a bowl of fried potatoes and sausage already beside her. She smiled at him when he walked in and turned her attention to the eggs. “Hey, handsome. How’d you sleep?”

  Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her temple. A low purr emitted from her throat, and he had to admit, he found it incredibly sexy. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear. “Is all of this for me?”

  “Nope,” she said, a grin splitting her lips. “It’s for my other boyfriend. You really should go. He’ll be here any minute.” She turned her head and caught his lower lip between her teeth. “And I should tell you, he is really built.”

  Nova felt himself go hard against her backside. He chuckled. “Is that so? Well, I don’t know if you’ve seen me, but I think I can take him.”

  She gave him an appraising look with a twinkle of mischief and amusement in her eyes. “Eh.”

  He raised a brow. “Eh?” Laughing, he began to tickle her, causing her to shriek with laughter. “Eh? Seriously? You can look at all of this,” he ran a hand up and down to display his torso, “and all you have to say is ‘eh?’”

  Giggling, she shoved at him. “Okay, okay!” She laughed. “Get off of me, you psycho! You’re going to make me burn the eggs.” Kissing him square on the mouth, she pushed at his chest, and he reluctantly stepped back. Amara lifted the pan and dumped the eggs into yet another bowl. “And yes, all I have to say is ‘eh.’” She winked at him. “Just kidding. Ooh. The bacon’s done.”

  Nova licked his lips. His stomach grumbled and he glanced at his watch. “You know what, baby, that looks amazing, but I really do have to go. I was supposed to meet the guys for patrol, like ten minutes ago.”

  Smiling brightly, Amara turned to him and held out a perfectly wrapped breakfast burrito. “I know. That’s why I made yours to go.”

  A goofy grin turned Nova’s lips up at the corners. It was just food, but God, did he love that woman. Leaning in, he planted a kiss on her cheek. “Good Lord. You are an amazing woman.” He bit into the burrito and an explosion of tastes went off in his mouth. Closing his eyes, he moaned. “Mmm. Marry me?”

  Rolling her eyes, she kissed him hard, pulling him into her. “I thought I already was.”

  “Oh, that’s right.” He nuzzled her neck. “How could I forget?”

  Something crashed outside the door, and it sounded as if broken glass scattered on the ground. Nova and Amara broke apart. “What was that?” she asked.

  “I have no idea.” All the fun was gone from his voice and Nova was suddenly on high alert. His senses heightened, and he strained to listen for any sign of the cause. It was faint, but he could just hear footsteps running away.

  “Can you hear anything?” Amara whispered. When she gripped a butcher knife and her expression became stern, he felt a strange sort of pride. Amara Townsend may have been a human, but she had the heart of a wolf. His woman was all warrior.

  “Footsteps. Stay here.”

  “Yeah, right,” he heard her mumble behind him as he headed to the door. Gripping the knob, he eased it open and peered out across the porch. The echo of footsteps was fading, but he didn’t see anybody.

  “Nova.” Amara crouched down outside the door and picked up a long, rectangular, pink box from the porch mat. With careful fingers, she lifted the lid. Nova just caught a glimpse of blood red blooms when Amara jumped back with a gasp. Stifling a scream, she clasped a hand to her mouth.

  Instantly, Nova was at her side. “What is it?” he asked. All she did was point. Glancing down, Nova’s eyes followed the direction of her fingers to the box of roses. And the dozens of bugs crawling over the blooms. “Holy shit.” Reaching down, Nova covered the box back up and stepped back. “You need to take this down to the station and talk to Mac. This guy isn’t just leaving you flowers anymore, Amara. This was a threat. You need to make a report and get somebody on this.”

  Amara scowled down at the box of rotting roses. She shook her head. “Yeah, I think you’re right. Mac needs to hear about this.” Crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes searched the yard and the street beyond. “Are you sure he’s gone?”
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  Nova focused for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I’m positive. He’s gone.” Glancing down at his watch again, he cursed under his breath. He was surprised his phone wasn’t going off in his pocket. “Damn it, I really have to go. Do you need a ride to the station?”

  “No. But Nova, this doesn’t make any sense. These flowers are creepy and disgusting, sure, but they don’t make noise. Something broke out here. So, what caused the crash?”

  A line creased between Nova’s brows. What had caused the crash? Walking down the sidewalk, Nova surveyed the street for any sign of glass and found a trail leading to his truck. “Shit.”

  “Did you find it?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he replied. “I found it all right.” He stared at his truck. The driver’s side window was busted through, and a rock-sized hole was leering back at him, mocking him with its jagged edges. Reaching across the windshield, Nova plucked the scrap of white paper from where it was secured beneath the wiper blade. It was just a small piece, really, folded in half and creased only once. Hastily, he flipped it open. Inside, the bold, black letters screamed at him. He could feel the writer’s rage in the way the words left an indent on the back of the page. STAY AWAY FROM HER. SHE’S MINE.

  “What is that?” Amara asked, coming up to stand beside him. She was too short to look over his shoulder, so she settled for peering over his arm. Silently, Nova handed her the note. He waited while she read it. Amara’s eyes widened. “What the hell? Seriously? This guy is leaving you threats now?”

  “That’s not all he’s doing,” Nova replied darkly. “He’s escalating.” He nodded his head to indicate the window and her eyes followed his movements.