What a Bear Wants Read Free

bit.”
              “Enough to make Aaron cry.” Anoki added mentioning the youngest Jericho brother and staring off as if he were reliving it. “And boy did he cry...”
              Relaxing back into the chair, Fallon calmed considerably. “Why not just inform me of this? Why hide these things from me?”
              Anoki’s brows winged. “It may or may not have to do with the fact that the last time we informed you of something , you nearly blinded one of the elderly.”
              “One time. One fucking time and you never let me forget it! The bitch was in my way!” Fallon growled.
              “She was seventy!” Anoki argued.
              “And had a mean right cross! What was I supposed to do? Get pummeled by the geriatric? Do you not believe I have pride?” Fallon gritted out.
              Rolling his eyes, he finally stood, releasing her. “The point is, that the brute,” Anoki pointed to Makya. “Handles these things. Continue to let him handle these things.”
              She snarled a bit. “Keep them away from me. Keep them off my territory. Or someone is losing their head!” The Jericho brothers had been sniffing around Wilder land for years; continually testing Fallon’s tolerance for their bullshit; insistent that the land had once belonged to their pack and that they deserved to have it back. Like that shit was ever going to happen. Between them and that goddamn pushy bear, Fallon was going to start shooting or clawing people!
              “And now we have bellowing,” Makya murmured, once again staring at the screens. “I do so love the bellowing.”
              With an angry bark, Fallon left the office, once again storming through the lobby and out the double doors. She made her way past families with pups and cubs, eyes scanning until they landed on...
              “Cree!”
              The woman in question visibly cringed as she climbed off of one of the mountain bikes, breaking away from the group of riders she’d been with for the last hour or so. Then ever so slowly, Cree Chayton, a woman who was known to latch herself to the heads of men four times her size at the slightest provocation, turned and ran.
              “Goddammit don’t you run from me!” Fallon yelled, taking off after her.
              “Leave me alone crazy woman!”
              “No! You come back here and you talk to me!”
              “Never!”
              “ Cree!”
              “Don’t snarl and snap at me!”
              “I’ll do what I please!”
              Fallon’s friend brought up one hand as they ran through crowds of people, flipping her the bird.
              Growling now, Fallon leapt atop one of the wooden fences and launched herself at Cree’s back, knocking them both to the ground. The other woman rolled over and a lovely slap fight commenced.
              “Get off of me!” Cree shouted, swinging wildly.
              “Stop trying to run from me!”
              “Why? Because it makes it easier for you to harass me?”
              “I don’t harass you! I cajole you!”
              “Cajoling insinuates that you have charm and finesse which you do not!”
              Fallon gasped. “How dare you?! I’m plenty charming, you bitch?”
              “No! You’re plenty insane!” Cree jerked upwards, dislodging Fallon and managing to stumble into a standing position. “And if you wanted to know something, all you had to do was ask me!”
              “How am I supposed to do that when you hide from me!”
              Cree paused, took a deep breath and honestly answered, “Well...I don’t really know but I’m not exactly ready to release my righteous indignation just yet...Wait! Where are you going?! I thought we weren’t done