Bearly Ever: An Alpha Werebear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Arcadia Knights Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

a dry look. “Not really, although I get that a lot.” He entered a living room with tall ceilings and wooden bookshelves on almost every wall. A fireplace set at the far end and, just like in the movies, a single tall chair and small table sat in front of it.
    She could almost imagine him sitting there reading, a glass of Scotch in one hand. Damn. He really is Scrooge.
    “I was alerted this morning by an associate about an unauthorized entry into our camera systems.” Marshall went over to the far wall and tilted one book back. There was a click and a whirring sound, and he stepped back as the bookshelves opened outwards. A sea of moving squares was revealed, and Ever realized it was dozens of images, most likely live, located all throughout the town.
    “Cameras?” Ever stared at the wall of screens dumbfounded. “Wait a minute, you spy on the town?”
    “He works with the Sheriff’s office,” Aidan said behind her. “It’s all legal and sanctioned, I promise.”
    “Not by me,” she protested, glaring at the screen. “What if I don’t want to be videotaped?”
    “Miss Jackson,” Marshall said smoothly, but not without a hint of iron, “my loyalty extends only to those in my care, which includes this town.”
    “Well, I moved in yesterday.” She folded her arms, glaring at both men in turn. “3257 Browning Street. Signed a lease and everything.”
    Aidan and Marshall exchanged glances. The sheriff looked annoyed that he hadn’t known this, but Marshall shrugged. “Welcome to Arcadia then, Miss Jackson. As I was saying.”
    He turned back to the massive computer, pulling up several screens simultaneously. “Whether intentionally or not, the hacker didn’t delete the backups.” He punched in a few buttons, and the screen cleared, only to be replaced with one large video encompassing the whole monitor.
    “Wait, I recognize those homes. That’s the street where my sister lived.” She turned wide eyes onto Marshall. “Where don’t you have cameras?”
    “We have a very robust neighborhood watch in Arcadia, Ms. Jackson. Now, observe.”
    The camera angle was a long view of the street, but someone was walking down the sidewalk toward the furthest view. Ever’s breath hitched in her throat as she saw the short hair and thin frame. “That’s her, that’s Sonya!”
    Neither of the two men said anything, but Ever drank up her sister’s image. She’d never been this thin before, even when they were growing up. The long jacket hid much of her body, but the way it hung on her was such a shock to Ever.
    But it was her sister. She knew it the moment she saw her walk, her eyes darting around the dark street as if afraid of what might jump out of the bushes.
    “Did you know she was part of this town?” Aidan asked.
    “I didn’t know,” Marshall said flatly, “and that bothers me.”
    Sonya was almost to the little house Ever assumed was the now-demolished wreck when a van appeared toward the edge of the screen. Ever’s heart raced as it came to a stop right beside her sister, and men in dark clothing jumped out. “Oh, God.”
    Aidan’s hand came to rest on her side, just above her hip. “We’ll find her, I promise.”
    His touch was like an electric shock. She looked up and saw the conviction on his face then, flustered, danced away out of his reach. He didn’t hide his disappointment fast enough, and the hint of sadness she saw momentarily hurt her heart.
    Why the hell was she so invested in what he thought of her?
    She turned her eyes back to the screen and watched the struggle. For a moment, her sister was obscured by the van, then a white dog appeared and took off across the street. Ever didn’t remember seeing her sister with a pet, but the men gave chase and, moments later, appeared with the wriggling dog in their arms.
    Beside her, Marshall and Aidan exchanged glances, but Ever’s eyes were glued to the screen. “What happened to her?” she demanded, tears rising in her eyes as the