Your Cross To Bear Novels & Stories

Planning all along? “Did you know of this?” He asked me, mouth agape. I ground my teeth lightly before I answered, making sure to not give anything away. “Yes Dad.” I leaned in and held him tighter, ignoring Mikaels stare. “This is the only way to protect me. It's the best way. Cross isn't someone that the law can deal with and he's proven that already.” “All I need is your support.” He looked defeated, eyes still wavering in shock, yet I saw the moment he conceded.

The line had been crossed, the battles faced, and the love proven unbreakable. Whatever storms lay ahead, whispers, family doubts, or unexpected challenges, they would face them together. The crossroads of her heart had been reached, and she had chosen boldly. There was no retreat, no hesitation, only the certainty of love that had endured, tested, and triumphed. And as the evening wore on, filled with laughter, soft music, and tentative reconciliation, Amara understood something profound: true courage in love is not the absence of fear, but the decision to move forward despite it. She looked at Liam, the man who had fought for her heart, who had become her anchor, her partner, and her home.

But my legs were rooted to the spot, my entire being consumed by the chaos unfolding before me. Caleb, recovering from his fall, charged once more, his makeshift weapon raised high. He was a force of nature, driven by the need to protect, to fight against the looming threat. The bear, sensing the combined resolve of its adversaries, let out a final, frustrated growl before retreating into the depths of the forest, its dark form disappearing amongst the trees.

Allen added. “All three of you have been reading too many erotic books,” I shot back. Finn chuckled but his commanding tone returned. “Go closer to the cross. I want you to feel the power of the apparatus.” I rolled my eyes, wanting nothing more than to refuse his command, but I’d make a firm commitment to tolerate at least one night. I would honor the pledge to myself. I held my head high as I walked toward the cross. The closer I came, the more scattered my breath became. By the time I was standing directly in front of it, my heart was racing. I didn’t need further direction to lift my hand, but my fingers were tingling as I brushed the tips across the surface.

I hope you ain’t never have to hear that sound. “Clash, do NOT attack the bear.” It’s the opposite of everything we have ever been taught. Back in the day, we earned a reputation. There wasn’t no werebears that wanted to cross me or Clash. Even a grizzly. “It’s Andy’s dad. Maskwa is our friend.”

Pain doesn’t matter, it never has. “Look at you,” Cross calls out, his tone almost reflective. “Still charging headfirst. You never learned.” “I learned exactly what you taught me,” I shout back. “I learned how to survive you.” I see him more clearly now. He’s moving backward toward the open door of his truck, his men closing ranks tighter around him. “Face me!” I demand. “For once in your miserable life, face me!” He doesn’t, but what did I expect. When did he ever do that?

I glanced around at the faces that had been prepared to watch me die minutes ago, Catherine's hatred, Linda's fury, Sara's false distress, Damian's rage, my father's belated concern. I nodded silently. Without another word, Cross turned and strode toward the pack house, carrying me as effortlessly as if I were made of air. The pack parted before him, no one daring to block his path. "Cross!" Alpha Gregory called out desperately. "We need to talk!" Cross paused, looking back over his shoulder. "I told you... I'm here to stay. To take my place." His eyes hardened. "But not on your terms. On mine." With that final declaration, he carried me across the clearing and toward the main pack house. Pa

Bruce called again. Kane, his hunter name, either the Cross gives it to you or you choose one, but that was his given one, purely over the fact that he conspired against many of the methods the Cross used, just as Abel's brother conspired in the Bible. "Let's go" he tried again "I know you can do this Mindy" She lifted a hand and drew hard, groaning through shut teeth, Danté saw in awe her lift, she was doing it!

The Crossbearer. Fuck.

I wanted to enjoy the beauty of the moon. Cross, in the middle of gathering essential items for our return to the pack house, sensed my growing agitation. "No, no. This isn't a good sign," Cross pleaded, recognizing the impending clash of my instincts with the unfolding situation. "Don't involve yourself in whatever is happening. I'm confident it can and will be handled appropriately. We need to stick to the plan of heading back to the pack house."