Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
My mate jumps back when someone clears their throat behind us. “Let’s keep this PG rated.” My youngest asshole brother is trying to get his ass kicked in front of all these witnesses and win that blasted bet at the same time. “I didn’t come in for a show. I want to try one of these famous honey buns I’ve heard so much about.
“Fuck off, you suck up,” I growl under my breath, but my mate hears it and smacks me on the shoulder.
“Keep it nice,” she growls next to my ear, sending all the blood in my body straight to my cock. I’m unable to contain my roar when she holds out her hand to the soon-to-be dead motherfucker. “Hi, I’m Mabel Sweet.”
“Wilder Bearly.” I stand between them before the asshole is able to touch her soft skin. “This selfish jerk’s better looking younger brother.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Mabel smiles sweetly before hip-checking me out of the way to shake his goddamn hand. My inner bear roars a message to Wilder’s bear, and my brother uses his brain for once in his life and pulls away after a brief contact with her soft hand.
Even though I know he’s doing this shit to fuck with me, I still want to rip him to shreds for touching my mate. Bears are mean, territorial beings when protecting their mates and young. This asshole knows he’s pushing the edge, and the only thing saving him is my fear of Momma Bear. No one on earth wants to deal with her anger, and disfiguring her baby boy would definitely do it.
“You too.” Wilder smiles as his common sense kicks in. My bear breathes a sigh of relief when the asshole steps back, placing a respectable distance between himself and my mate.
“Our parents send their regards. They’re under the weather today, but our other brother, Clay, will be coming a little later to show support for your new business,” Wilder tells my mate. Motherfucker. The youngest Bearly just can’t control his flirting.
“Clay is babysitting Angel Baby,” I remind my youngest brother.
“I know.” Wilder’s duh is implied. “He’s going to bring Angel Baby in to see the bakery.” Wilder smirks and I’m tempted to knock his perfect white teeth down his throat.
“Angel Baby?” My girl looks between us with confusion dancing in her eyes, and I want to kick my own ass. I’ve been so caught up in getting this place ready while slowly wooing my girl that I completely forgot to tell her about my little shit.
“Thorne’s spoiled Chihuahua.” Wilder shakes his head, forgetting he’s one of the assholes who turned my dog into a spoiled little shit. “He thinks he’s a bear cub.” Don’t worry, little brother, I’m keeping track of this shit in my mind, and I’ll make sure to pay you back one day. I think to myself as I mentally add another ass-kicking to his already miles-long tab.
I forget all about my brother when Mabel turns to me and smiles. “Oh, how adorable. I can’t wait to meet both your brother and your dog.” My bear stretches under my skin with pleasure at the thought of making our mate happy while my dick growls steadily harder, anticipating making her mine for life.
My brother makes a pig out of himself on honey buns until Momma Bear calls and asks him to bring supplies to their house. When the asshole leaves, I cross my arms over my chest and get back to my overprotective mate duties.
Chapter 5
Mabel
I’m relieved the grand opening is going so well, but my worries are increasing by the second. After today, there won’t be a reason for Thorne to spend ten hours a day at Honey Buns, and I’m going to miss him terribly.
The bell over the door rings and I spin around to find yet another shifter who looks just like Thorne strolling in the door with a tiny tan Chihuahua in his arms. The middle Bearly brother is massive and handsome, but his presence doesn’t make my pulse accelerate or my girly parts tingle. All the evidence is pointing to a scary realization—Thorne Bearly owns me, heart and soul. Holy moly. I pull myself together and turn to the other man before pasting a smile on my face. “Hi. I’ll be right with you.”
Thorne growls under his breath before storming over to the counter. “Clay can wait.” I open my mouth to give Thorne a piece of my mind when I hear the kitchen door swing open behind me.
Clay glances around me, and his eyes widen almost comically while he stares at whoever came out of the kitchen. Sweat breaks out on his brow as he quietly mutters, “I’m so fucked.” The tiny dog in his arms jumps at the bite in his voice.
“We’re out of honey buns.” Bethany walks over to us, completely oblivious to the tension filling the bakery. “We ran through these things like crazy. I think we should close up since we’re out of honey buns. Cora already headed upstairs to get the first shower, which is a good thing since she’s acting like a crabapple.” My younger sister steps next to me and notices Thorne’s brother for the first time.