Snowed In With The Bear Alpha

The snow sealed every window days ago, yet nothing traps me like the weight of Philip's gaze across this remote cabin. I arrived to guard the orphaned cub and our joint claim under pack law, my quiet defiance a shield against any alpha who might abandon me once the storm clears. But he gives the orders in this cabin, limp and all. My omega body answers instincts I thought I'd buried.

Each time I settle the child on the floor amid the scattered blankets, I straighten to find him closer than before. He has not touched the small crescent scar above my collarbone yet, and his thick scent promises the knotting that would claim me completely.

If the bond takes hold, the rival alpha could use it to strip us of the cub. If it doesn't, I lose the only protection that feels like being chosen without earning it.