whatever she needed or wanted—money, a chauffeur for her sister's treatments, even an illegal black market kidney—just to make her pain go away.
But he hadn't known she was his mate until they'd touched, and he'd felt that indescribable electric current flow between them. His bear had roared his approval.
He'd always heard stories about how it happened, but his imagination had nothing on the sheer reality and certainty of it rolling over him in a wave.
His mate . What were the odds? Incalculably long, surely.
All thoughts of marrying for the alpha position had been wiped out of his head. What a fool he'd been to think he could marry just anyone and tough it out if he found his mate afterward.
He'd gone in expecting a business partner—nothing more, nothing less. A simple, uncomplicated transaction. Instead he was beset by new problems. Violet didn't know about bears or mates. She wasn't interested in a relationship, just in taking care of her sister.
He had to win her over. He needed her to stay with him. He needed a plan.
* * *
"Ready to get married?" Violet asked. She tipped her sunglasses back and regarded him with a question in her eyes—whether he'd changed his mind about all of this. His bear growled in internal denial.
"I'm ready if you are."
They were at the airport. He hadn't seen her since their first meeting; they had hammered out the details over email. Bruce had longed to call her, to hear her voice again—but he had contented himself with imagining seeing her again. He was going to turn a fake relationship into a real one.
They were leaving or a three-day "honeymoon," returning home just in time for his birthday. He'd even done the online pre-application for the marriage license beforehand. He wanted to save as much time as possible so that he and Violet could spend as much of their "honeymoon" together as they could. He had booked them a room at the swankiest hotel he could find. He didn't yet know what Violet wanted to do—go to a casino, to a show, out to eat—but he'd prepared for any contingency.
When he'd seen her in the terminal, his bear had reacted as strongly the second time as the first—a full-throated rumble of desire and possession. Violet's generous curves and dark skin stood out to him among the same-faced sea. She was standing with a small carry-on and a purse, looking around—looking lost. Bruce's bear had rumbled protectively at the sight.
She was as gorgeous as the day they'd met in the park. All over again he found himself stunned: She was his mate? With her luscious curves and sweet smile? He was a lucky bear. Against the drab gray of the airport, she was color and life itself, vibrancy and beauty embodied.
As they walked, Violet was quiet. He didn't know what had happened during their almost-kiss to make her pull away—but apparently it was still there.
If it was even an almost-kiss. Maybe it had all been in his imagination; doubts whispered in the back of his mind. After all, she wasn’t looking for a mate, or a lover. He didn’t know what she felt— if she felt—anything at all for him.
Their flight was a short one. When they checked into their hotel room, her surprise at their surroundings was palpable.
"I figured we should go all out," he murmured in her ear as they walked toward the elevator.
"Yeah, no kidding," she said faintly, not seeming to mind his closeness.
The room itself—or rather rooms , as he'd booked the honeymoon suite for them—was impressive to say the least. It wasn't much to his taste, as he preferred homey and cozy to sleek and modern and chrome, but Violet seemed impressed, even taking her shoes off to feel the plush ivory shag carpet beneath her toes with a giggle.
To Bruce, however, it didn't hold a candle to Violet herself, who examined each room with a wonder that made Bruce see it in a different, renewed light himself.
"That is one fancy showerhead," she remarked, emerging from the bathroom. "I didn't even know