The Bear's Forbidden Wolf: A Hot Paranormal Fantasy Saga with Witches, Werewolves and Werebears (Weres and Witches of Silver Lake Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page A

the sun to rise in the west tomorrow. “I’ll try, though I’ll probably agree with them.”
    As her roommate led her to the dining room, Ainsley briefly looked around. The living room was straight ahead and contained lots of dark brown furniture, complete with three comfortable looking loungers, something she could use right about now. Family photos graced the walls and made the place homey. Her stepfather only had pictures of his two sons, but never any of her. A strong longing for a loving family of her own welled up inside her.
    Ainsley’s thoughts were cut short as soon as she stepped into the dining room. The dark wooden table sat eight, three seats of which were empty. The chair backs were ornate, sculpted with swirls, and the flowered seat covers blended well with the light blue walls and dark wood wainscoting. Everyone stopped talking as soon as they saw her. Well, crap.
    Forget them. Concentrate on Shamus. Her gaze shot straight to her old friend, and joy elbowed its way in despite the uncomfortable glares. Without warning, a strange emotion that she could only describe as lust attacked her from all sides. What the hell was going on? Her chest tightened and nearly cut off her air. Dizziness assaulted her and forced her to stop while she inhaled a few deep breaths. Her vision slowly cleared, and the tension in her shoulders released its death grip. Her heart, however, was beating harder than a stampede of cattle. The pounding had to be anxiety and nothing else. Right?
    Stay calm . Don’t make a scene. For a few seconds, she was tempted to turn around and run, but that would only make matters worse. More than anything, she had to prove to everyone in the room that she wasn’t evil; that the eight years away from her family in Scotland had taught her how to embrace her good side.
    When she looked deep into Shamus’s kind eyes, her lips started to work again, and she broke into a smile.
    “There she is.” Shamus shoved back his chair so hard it tumbled. “Sorry.” His ruddy cheeks turned beet red as he leaned over and righted it.
    Once he moved around the others, he rushed toward her. Seconds later, she was in his arms being swung around, and for the first time in weeks, she laughed. Boy, did that feel good. Shamus could always erase her worries.
    “Put me down you big oaf.” She lightly pounded on his back with one fist while holding on with her other arm.
    Shamus obeyed. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, lass.” He wrapped an arm around her waist with one hand and fluffed her short hair with the other. “I like the purple, squirt.” He squinted. “A nose ring? What have these American’s done to me sweet little friend?”
    “Sweet?” Now, he’d gone too far, though most likely he was kidding. “I may only be five foot six, but I’m the same Scottish Ainsley you always knew. I still pack a punch too.” To prove her point, she jabbed him in the belly. To her surprise, it was hard. “Ouch.”
    He laughed. “Oh, lass, I have missed ye. Come on in and have something to eat. My aunt has made a delicious meal.”
    As he led her back to the table, another wave of uncontrollable lust assaulted her, and her wolf wanted to be released. That was more than crazy. Her teeth sharpened, and her bones started to crack. Stop!
    She’d heard tales about what happened when a person met her mate; it was like the world had tilted on its axis, and her desire was ramped up to a point where she would do anything to have that other person. Never in her wildest dreams, however, had she thought her mate would be Shamus. Didn’t he realize it could never be? Mating with her would eventually cause him despair and even death. Poor Shamus.
    “Here ye go,” he said, offering her the seat across from him, between Mr. Murdoch and a man who she suspected was Kalan, if the sheriff’s uniform was any indication. His long, dark blond hair was tied back and he looked like he could use a shave. He’d be a handsome man if it