His to Protect

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W
hen Harper Bentley’s
life begins a death spiral, she does what any self respecting woman would do—she heads for the mountains. More specifically, Grizzly Ridge. A brand new—and very remote—lodge in the wilds of Montana. The last thing she expects to find there is deliciously sexy Axel Jackson, who is more than a little wild himself and reigniting feelings she’d long since buried.

From the moment he lays eyes on her, Axel knows Harper is more than just a guest at his lodge. Much more. Every bear shifter has a mate. She’s his. And whether his brothers believe in fated mates or not, nothing will keep Axel from what is his. But first he’ll need to convince Harper that what she’s feeling is more than lust. It’s fate.

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F
or Ike
,

My very own mountain man.

♥

A
xel Jackson surveyed
the land on the ridge and all he and his brothers had accomplished in the last nine months: The individual cabins tucked among the trees where he and his brothers lived. The barn that held a few trail riding horses. And of course the main lodge—the Den, they called it—that housed the guest rooms and main gathering spaces. They’d worked hard building a place they could call home. They’d had to.

More than that, they’d created a place they could build a life. If you called banishment from everything they’d known a life. But he did. As the eldest brother, and the alpha, there was no other choice.

He held the letter from his grandfather in his hand. The same letter he’d carried with him for almost a year. The patriarch of the clan, Gordon Jackson, was still old school when it came to communication. But it didn’t matter how he chose to communicate; the message was just as old school.

Axel read the words he already knew by heart.

“Your failure to protect your clanmate, your sister, has resulted in your banishment from Jackson Valley. Until which time you and your brothers are able to return Kira, unharmed, to her proper clan, you will no longer be welcome in the Valley or in the Clan.”

He should rip it up and throw it into the wind. Instead, he folded it carefully along the timeworn crease lines. And just in time.

“I told you to throw that damn thing away,” his brother Luke growled as he joined him on the ridge. His nakedness meant he’d recently been in his bear form. His preferred form. As shifters, they lived by a different code. Another reason the brothers had chosen the ridge to settle away from the others.

“Better yet,” the youngest of the Jackson brothers, Kade, came to stand by Axel, “burn it.”

Axel tucked it away into his pocket; Luke scoffed and shook his head. His scruffy, too-long long hair covered his eyes, but Axel could still see the disapproval there. “I don’t know why you bother,” he said. “The old man doesn’t give a shit about us. He cast us out, the same way he cast out our parents. Giving him even a moment of our time is too much.”

Everything his brother said was true. It wasn’t the first time their grandfather had cast out a member. When their mother, Tonia, had fallen in love and subsequently chosen their father, Mark Chapman, who hailed from a rival clan, Gordon hadn’t hesitated to banish her as well. Axel remembered very little about their parents, but he remembered more than the rest of them; he was five when they’d been sent back to the Jackson clan to live with their grandfather, and made to take the Jackson name again, forsaking the Chapman clan. He didn’t know why or how it had come to pass, because no one would talk about it, but the fact remained: their grandfather was the only family they had.

“He’s still family,” he said to his brothers. “
Our
family.”

“No,” Kade said. “Family doesn’t disown family because of a choice their sister makes.” He winced and looked out over the ridge. Talking about Kira was hardest for Kade. As her twin brother, he felt the most that he’d let her down. Or perhaps that she’d been the one to let him down by choosing a mate in the first place. She’d known the consequences of her actions: alpha females in the Jackson clan didn’t choose their own mates. Period. It was important to protect the lineage of the clan, and it was about more than producing cubs; it was more a business transaction between clan leaders than anything else. Which meant the granddaughter of the alpha male was promised. Not that it had mattered to Kira. She’d fallen in love. No matter what the cost had been to anyone else.

“Bear families do.” Axel knew he was wasting his breath. It was the same argument they’d had for months. Ever since they’d tracked Kira the way they were told to. Only, instead of bringing her back to the clan the way their grandfather had commanded, they’d left her to live with her mate and his Kodiak clan. After hearing her story of fated mates, and how it felt as if their souls had chosen each other, the brothers agreed they had to leave her alone. All three of them had differing opinions about mating, but one thing none of them could deny was that forcing her to go with them and leave her mate would have been devastating to Kira. Never mind the war it likely would have sparked between the clans. None of the brothers were willing to do it. They’d decided then and there that together they’d accept whatever punishment their grandfather doled out.

No one had expected banishment.

Axel ran his hands through his thick hair. It had been months since he’d had it cut. A benefit to living on the ridge, as far as he was concerned. The bear in him preferred to live a bit wilder. Just not as wild as Luke, who still sat next to him naked, one leg bouncing restlessly. He was itching to take his leave so he could shift back into his bear and run through the woods. Luke was much harder to tame. The ridge lifestyle suited him most of all. He’d had the easiest time making the transition. Except when it came to potential mates. But that was part of the sacrifice. There were no females on the ridge. They were alone. Mating was less and less of an option.

A mate would calm the bear in all of them. And as the wildest of the three, Luke stood to benefit the most from mating. Not that he’d admit it. In fact, Luke would vehemently deny that he needed anything but the wilds of Montana and the freedom to do what he wanted. Kade sought his relief, however temporary, in the arms of whatever females he could find, driving down into town as often as he could. He’d be the hardest of all of them to convince that a mate could be a good thing. He’d seen firsthand the damage taking a mate could do, and as hardheaded as he was, there was no changing his mind.

As far as Axel was concerned, he wouldn’t rule it out if the right female somehow appeared. Not that it was likely.

Whatever.
He shook his head to focus on the task at hand. There was no point dwelling on what couldn’t be changed. “Is everything ready?”

Kade turned back to face him. The quietest of the three, sullen and almost angry, he’d become even more withdrawn in the last nine months. His dark eyes always looked a little haunted, a little sad. It was the loss of Kira. Twin bears had a unique bond, one even Axel couldn’t hope to understand. It would be better if he let himself grieve her loss. If he’d let himself feel anything. But Kade seemed to have inflicted his own brand of punishment upon himself. “I brought the last of the supplies up on my last run to town. Everything should be in place. All we need now are guests.”

When they’d decided to stay on the ridge, the brothers had come up with the idea to create an eco-tourism lodge that focused on hiking in the summer and backcountry skiing in the winter. It would be the first of its kind in Montana: rugged enough to appeal to the adventurous spirit, but cushy enough to be an upscale destination. It was the perfect compromise for the brothers. They may not be able to go home to Jackson Valley to the lives they’d left behind, but it wouldn’t stop them from creating new ones.

“It’s taken care of.” Axel smiled. “We have some registered guests coming later in the week, but you guys are going to love this…”

“What are we going to love?”

“Try to restrain your bear for a few days,” he said to Luke. “Because I secured a travel journalist from LA who’s going to write a feature on Grizzly Ridge for
Lifestyles Magazine
.”

“No shit?” That impressed Luke the way Axel knew it would.

“It’s true. And she’s going to be here in the morning with a guest. So seriously, rein in your bear.”

Luke grumbled and kicked the ground, but Axel knew he’d do as he was told. They may have chosen the ridge for its remoteness and ability to shift into their bear form whenever they needed to, but now that there would be humans around, everyone was going to have to be a lot more careful.

H
arper Bentley pulled
into her garage and closed it behind her before she got out of the car. The thought of staying inside with her vehicle running flashed through her brain for a second. But only a second. She wouldn’t give that asshole husband of hers the satisfaction.

Ex-husband.

Well, maybe not yet. But soon. Very soon.

Harper slammed the door to the garage and entered the relative peace of her home. Relative being the key word. Nothing about her house was peaceful. It was cold and glass and…decidedly not hers. It was Trent’s. He’d designed and built it for appearances. Just like everything else in his life.

Until now.

With a sigh of disgust, Harper grabbed a bottle of wine from the rack, quickly popped the cork and poured herself a big glass before once more pulling the newspaper from her purse. It was already open to page four. The society pages.
Where everyone who was anyone made an appearance.
That’s what Trent always said and look at him now. By the size of the photo, it was clear that Trent Bentley, co-owner of Bentley Images and Public Relations, was definitely someone. A very
gay
someone.

She tipped the glass back and swallowed half the contents easily in one gulp.

Trent’s coming out was already a social sensation. Everyone was talking about it. Too bad they were also talking about her and how as the operating partner of Bentley Images, Harper Bentley clearly didn’t have any kind of handle on image or public relations. It hadn’t taken long for the media to spin everything in favor of Trent, the sophisticated and trendy gay man, braving society and coming out with his boyfriend, Blake Johnson. Which meant that same media had also done a superior job portraying Bentley as the dumpy, unaware, and completely clueless public relations representative who obviously couldn’t handle any of her high-profile clients if she couldn’t even handle herself. It had taken less than an hour after Trent’s
big reveal
to go public for her phone to ring with five of her biggest clients dropping her.

“No doubt to go to the dark side,” she muttered and finished off the rest of her wine. And it hadn’t taken long for the reporters to get a hold of that information, too. Professionally, she was effectively dead. Never mind personally, not that Trent’s sexual orientation had been much of a surprise. However, his betrayal had been.

Harper grabbed the bottle to pour herself another glass. “Oh, screw it.” Forgoing the glass, she tipped the bottle up to her mouth.

“Nicely done.”

The voice startled her and she choked on the wine. When she recovered from the ensuing coughing fit, she turned and glared at her best friend, Nina. “That wasn’t nice.”

“I’m the least of your problems,” she said. “Besides, you gave me a key for a reason. I wasn’t about to let you drink yourself into oblivion by yourself.”

Harper pushed the bottle away. Nina was right. She was infuriating, but she was right. There was a reason they’d been best friends for years. “How did you know?”

“About the drinking? Or Trent?”

“Both.” She thought better of her hasty decision and reached for the bottle again, but Nina held it out of reach.

“You know I’ve known about Trent for years.” Harper nodded and didn’t look up. They’d both known. But not right away. At first, it just seemed as though he just hadn’t wanted to have sex. He was too tired, or not feeling good, or had a bad back. But then it was other things, too. On the rare occasions they actually did have sex, it was terrible. More than terrible. Harper may not have had a lot of experience with men, but she knew enough to know it was supposed to be better than that. They’d only been married two years when Trent finally admitted he’d married her as a cover. She’d been hurt, certainly. She should have left him then and she knew it. But something kept her, and as loathe as she was to admit it, that something was low self-esteem. She’d always been so strong in every other way, but when it came to feeling attractive or desirable, well, that was different. If she left Trent in search of something
more,
there wasn’t any guarantee she’d find it. At least if she stayed, she’d have
something.
It was weak and she knew it. Over the years, she hated herself a little bit more for not allowing herself to go after what she deserved. But it became a vicious cycle she just couldn’t seem to get out of.

Not that it was all bad. Their business was finally taking off. They were successful, getting more clients all the time. They worked well together. They were partners, friends, and their relationship was good.

Except for that one small detail.

She should have known once he’d met Blake it would only be a matter of time. He’d had boyfriends over the ten years they’d been married. Most of them discreet, but Blake had been different.
Dammit.
She should have been strong enough to leave him years ago. On her own terms. She should have been— “Give me the wine.”

Nina shook her head. “No deal. I know this sucks and you’re probably sitting there thinking of all the things you should have done differently.” Harper shrugged. “But getting drunk isn’t going to help.”

“It’s not going to hurt.” She glared at her best friend. “But you’re right. It’s not the solution.” The actual solution came to her in a flash and she pushed up from the chair to head for the fridge. “It’s not like I have an image to worry about anymore. I’m going to eat whatever I want. Starting with this.” She pulled out half a cheesecake that Trent had brought home a few nights before. Likely to torture her. Knowing she couldn’t eat it on her diet. Her perpetual diet. It didn’t seem to matter what she did—she had curves. Too many curves for Los Angeles, that was for sure.

Screw it.
Her career was already circling the drain. Harper grabbed a fork and dug in, savoring the first bite.

“Well, at least share with me.” Nina took the fork from her hand and took her own bite before she handed it back. “Because I have just the medicine you need.”

Harper raised her eyebrows. “I don’t know if drugs are really the answer right now, Nina.”

“Stop it.” Nina smacked her and laughed. “I’m totally serious.”

“And what is the medicine you offer exactly? Because I need something.”

“I have an assignment to do, and the offer was for two people. You’re going to be my plus one.” Nina was a travel writer and always jetting off to fabulous places where she was wined and dined. And got paid for it. Harper could definitely go for some wining and dining. Especially if it was far away from Los Angeles. Nina grabbed the fork again, but instead of taking another bite, she tossed it in the sink. “Come on. You have to pack. We’re leaving first thing in the morning.”