Sitka Brother Bear Novels & Stories

I stiffened when I heard the name. “A couple weeks,” Brandi shrugged, then turned me around. “My brother is the beta here, and Anaka is trying to convince him to make her his chosen mate.” I laughed awkwardly, but didn’t break it to the girl apparently named Anaka that that wasn’t happening. Maybe Benate was a popular name amongst bears. “Where is he now, then?” I asked instead. The she-bears looked between themselves. “Some sort of continuing education, I think,” Brandi finally said.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

I stared at his tan face for some time, trying to figure him out, and finally, I came to a conclusion. “Did you get a girl pregnant!?” I blurted out, and by the number of heads turning in our direction, They had heard it. Jonathan cursed under his breath and pulled his hair in frustration. ”No! I got scammed and don't ask me more. Just, help me this last time and I swear Bear, no more asking help from you. Please” My heart melts a little at his nickname for me. My brother calls me bear because I remind him of bears with my heavy weight. He assured me that wasn't the reason but he's been calling me that ever since we were kids.

I hope the seasons magic don't skip me. *************************************** Complement of the season to you all and a happy new year in advance❤️. We have just two more chapter to complete "LIKE A BROTHER". I hope you are excited. I hope we have our own mantras we use to remind ourselves that life is worth living or something to always hold unto when things gets hard. Cause believe it or not, the hurdles will eventually pass. Thanks for reading and don't forget to drop a vote❤️.

"Oh. Neighbor. Sorry about this. My brother is a bit…" "Yeah, I’ve noticed," I said, smiling as I shot Boris a quick wink. He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Wait… you two know each other?" Kira pointed between us. "Boris, don’t tell me you’re the one who sent her that giant bear this morning?" "The bear?" he repeated, glancing at me. Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I don’t think so," I said quickly. "Though I have no idea who sent it."

Staying close behind them, I scouted for a safe hiding spot. As they moved closer to the bear, memories of my previous life surfaced. The searing pain of teeth tearing into flesh, the helplessness of being left to die—my heart raced, but I forced myself to focus. Once they were in position, I imitated Bonnie's voice from deep in my abdomen and let out a loud shout, ensuring it would grab the bear's attention. Then I swiftly retreated behind a large tree. The bear flinched, its body stiffening as its head jerked toward the sound. With a powerful leap, it charged.

the gruff voice filled his head, just as he was about to stick his nose into the flap of the small tent and poke around. Josh froze, the paw he was about to slip inside the open tent still poised in the air. Slowly, he turned and stared at the largest black bear he had ever seen. Shifters were notoriously larger than their natural counterparts, but this bear was even larger than that. I…uh…well, this is awkward, Josh finally sent through the mindspeech of their animals. I wasn't trying to be nosy, so much as looking for someone who threatened a friend of mine. No offense.

"Sierra! What happened to your face?" "It’s a minor scrap," I insisted, though my brothers were already hovering like a literal wall of muscle. Aaron caught them up on the near-disaster at the Pacific Street Cafe. Facing six of the most powerful wolves in the Northlands, I felt smaller than usual. "I’m sorry for making you worry. My link was crushed, and I should have found a way to signal I was safe." Landon’s expression softened. The First Brother was a titan of industry, but his eyes were filled with a rare gentleness. "Don’t make this a habit, Sierra. We don't lose our own."

It was a symbol of their triumph, of their new beginning, and their unwavering strength as leaders. Sofia sat on the porch, a soft breeze ruffling her hair, as she watched her two pups playing in the yard. Sifa, the older of the two, bounded around with the energy of a small wolf, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. His fur, a deep, rich brown, gleamed under the sunlight, much like Alaric’s. Sara, a one-year-old bundle of joy, followed her brother’s every move, her golden curls bouncing as she tried to mimic his every action, though she was still finding her feet. Her laughter filled the air, a sound so pure it made Sofia’s heart swell with pride.