“That is enough. Oh my god, it’s like a bunch of toddlers,” she said exasperatedly. “Teddy was trying to help you, Bear. Just understand that. Teddy, as much as you were trying to help, it hurt Bear, okay? I’m glad you are coming clean now. Let’s do that instead of fighting.”
Grumbling in unison, our mate guided us with our ears towards a tranquil clearing covered in velvety moss. With a graceful movement, she swung her leg over our body and gently pressed us into the plush surface of the moss. As the sunlight pierced through the dissipating clouds, its warmth enveloped our fur. Leaning against us, she tenderly ran her fingers through our thick, golden coat.
“Are we calm now, you two?” she lightly scolded.
My grizzly let out a huff, and that led me to be the only one with a reply. “Yes, little bee, we will be good.” I wanted nothing more than to nuzzle my nose into her neck. I took control of my grizzly’s head and did just that.
She was kind of hot being a controlling, angry little tick mouse.
She laughed, feeling the cold nose run up against her skin, and she caressed our face. “I can’t imagine how tough it is to have two people inside one body. Just try not to fight because now I have two of you inside my head.”
My grizzly huffed again. “Just wait. If you gain a bear, then you will have your own bear soul latched onto you, too.”
Our mate put her forehead to ours. “Oh, dear.”
“Not a deer, a bear,” my animal replied.
I sighed heavily. “Again, with just throwing random shit at her?”
“Our mate is strong. She can handle it.”
Our mate laid back onto our body. “I’m ready for my story now.” Her emotions settled, and her head nestled into our fur. She wasn’t fearful, and she wasn’t overly stressed like I thought she may be.Thank the Goddess.
She’s far more accepting than she should be. A trait she must gain from her mother because a fae would never.
My grizzly gave me an “I told you so” nudge and cleared his throat.
“Atticus,”my grizzly, emphasizing my old name, began, “was splitting wood near his home. He was planning on taking a truckload of cedar to the sleuth gathering later that week. They weren’t far. In fact, many were in the area already mingling to find mates.”
Our mate snuggled deeper into our fur. Our purr radiated into her body, and our mate took comfort in our touch. I didn’t want to pay attention to my animal. I wanted to concentrate on our mate. She was so beautiful, so serene when she gave up all her will to us.
Our mate felt protected and cared for and never felt scared despite our size. There weren’t many females that did, even during sleuth gatherings.
“I could sense our mate’s arousal and a male in the area. I sensed them a mile away. Atticus, being the ever-focused one, didn’t notice. He continued to chop. He was bare-chested, sweating despite it being close to winter and the snow coming down. Bear shifters rarely hibernate, the human part of ourselves too restless to sleep. We do however, eat heavily, and Atticus had put on much weight and muscle that season.”
I saw our mate smile out of the corner of our eye. Her fingers tangled into our fur. When she slept, I noticed how she would absentmindedly thread her hand through our chest hair.
Maybe I won’t shave it. Show all the wolf shifters some females like a hairy one versus a shaved one.
I had always been more self-conscious about it. My brothers made fun of me often for it, but I brushed it off. If I showed I cared, it would just spur them on more. Along with the size of my body and my cock—I just had to own it. Males were not allowed to show their emotional and vulnerable sides. It was weak and unnatural.
“Atticus continued chopping while the female approached our territory. Atticus would remember nothing beyond this because this is where I have blocked his memory.”
I felt Nadia’s grip on our fur tighten and my throat thickening.
“After a few more chops, he perked up his head and sniffed. I stayed silent for a while, hoping he would return to finish our task, but he caught our mate’s scent and her arousal. He thought it was a chase, a game. His heart quickened, and I tried to gain control of his body. It didn’t feel right. It felt wrong.”
“How did it feel wrong?” I asked.
My grizzly laid his head on my mate’s lap. She played with his ears, keeping quiet as she listened. I couldn’t imagine how she felt about all this. Listening to how I was rejected by the person I could have been originally mated to.
She took it in stride. All I felt from her was worry for me.
“I smelled another male’s arousal and his scent all over her. You weren’t listening to your instincts; you were listening to your human side, remaining optimistic and not using your senses.”
I scoffed. He was right. That was me, back then anyway.
“You ran toward her scent. I tried to talk sense into you, but you didn’t listen. You came upon a scene I will not describe to you, and I will not break the wall I’ve barricaded in your head.”He sighed and put the full weight of his head in our mate’s lap.“It broke you, it broke me, it broke the territory that we had claimed years ago. They did it on our land, to our face. If they meant to, we will never know, but they were officially bonded.”
