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Oh, there had been disagreements, but neither of them ever lost their temper. Considering he had moved in with her right after, things seemed prime for a few fights. But, it had been blissful and quiet.
 

Now, to her delight, they were finally going to move out of her dinky apartment and into a house. Jake had bought one out on the edge of town that had a ton of property, where his wolf could run free, without fear of being discovered by anyone else.

"Do you want to head over to the campground, my love? I think they're putting the finishing touches on the first lodge today."

She smiled, happier than she ever could have imagined even a short while ago. If everything continued on par, they would be able to re-open her beloved campground in another few months. She had felt terrible about all the money he was spending on it until she had caught a glimpse of his bank statements while they were arranging the purchase of the house. He didn't have anything to worry about though she did appreciate the way he wasn't flashy with his money.

Now all she had to do was break the news to him, and hope he didn't get upset with her. It wasn't something they had been trying for though both of them had wanted it to happen eventually.

Harper was pregnant.

"What is it?" he asked more sharply than normal, turning towards her as that last thought echoed through her head.
 

Sometimes she hated their connection, for it made surprises and secrets very hard to keep.
 

"Is everything okay Harper?"

"I think so," she replied softly, looking deep into his emerald eyes as she searched for the exact words.

"Well, spit it out, tell me already! It's something big, I can feel it." He seemed excited, which was good. She just didn't want to see him upset or sad because of how quickly it had happened. Steeling herself for the worst, she told him.

"You're going to be a father."

"I'm what?" he yelled, surprise evident on his face.

"You're not mad, are you?" she asked after several moments, looking desperately for a positive response.

"Well," he started, a smug look coming over his face. "That's going to depend on something."

"What do you mean?" She was very suspicious of him now, for he certainly wasn't acting mad, but he definitely had something up his sleeve.

"It depends on how you answer this question."

"Harper Jane Muller, will you become my bride in name as well as spirit? Will you marry me?" He dropped to one knee as he spoke, opening a little black velvet box, a gorgeous ring glittering in the sunlight.

It was her turn for her jaw to fall open in surprise and stutter repeatedly as she searched for a response.

"Yes," she finally managed to force out past her shock. "But, only under one condition."

"Name it," he said, completely serious.

"You have to tell me how the hell you managed to keep your emotions on that a secret!"

He laughed outright, slipping the ring onto her finger as he nodded.

"I promise to do that, and so, so much more. I love you, Harper Muller."

"I love you too, Jake Jefferies. I love you too."

The End

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Rogue Bear

Calan

Warm air thick with water billowed through the lowered windows of his truck as he meandered through the mountain road. A quick sniff of the air told him it was going to rain shortly, although he already knew that. The dark, ominous clouds in the distance told him the same story, even as he continued to head towards them.

His destination lay that way, and Calan Winters was not interested in a detour or setback. Like Pacific Ocean salmon, he was returning home, set on finding a mate. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought about what happened next to the fish. Although it wouldn't be the first time someone had attempted to end his life, Calan was hoping that the mate he sought wouldn't be so quick to shoot.

Cresting a small rise, the town of Bear Bluffs came into his view. With his goal in sight, his foot nudged the gas pedal slightly closer to the floor. He wondered if the Bear-Bluff's Quencher was still in business. Until he had left town over a decade and a half earlier, the Quencher was the only bar in town.

The building was still standing, as was the old, hand painted sign across the top. There were only several cars outside at this time of day, which was unsurprising. Pushing his way through the swinging door, he took a deep whiff of the interior, memories washing over him.

The sweet, stickly smell of wood cleaner was mixed heavily with that of peanuts, beer and things best left labeled as 'other'. The few patrons that were in there looked over at him, assessing the intruder amongst their mix. Bear shifters were larger than normal humans, but even for them Calan was massive, reaching five inches over six feet
 
in height, his massive tattooed arms bulging as he picked his way between two tables, headed for the long, faded wood of the bar.
 

"Gimme your finest house ale," he rumbled, the hardwood chair groaning under his weight as he sat down. The small, comely waitress gave him a big smile, her pupils dilating slightly as she took him in.

Calan was used to those looks, having had his share of women over the years because of it. The over-makeuped, low-cut shirt and short skirt look of the skinny brunette just wasn't his style anymore. He wanted something more, someone with some meat on her bones that he wasn't going to break when he had his way with her.

What Calan really wanted was a mate.

"You're sitting in my chair." The strong female voice sounded from behind him just as the bartender delivered his beer. He glanced quickly at the bartender, looking for his reaction. There was no worry, anger, or any other emotion there, simply the face of a man doing his job. Taking that into consideration, Calan took his time reacting.

Taking a long, slow sip of the delicious draught, the taste of barley, malt and hops swimming around his tongue, Calan turned around, his eyes hooded. Although he had lived a rough life, one thing he had always prided himself on was manners. Whenever someone was rude to him, he didn't like it.

The sun was shining through several streaky stained-glass windows, forcing him to wait a moment as his eyes focused on the icy blue orbs staring back at him. His dick hardened to the point of pain as she came into focus, giving him the best glare she could muster. The heat of it washed over him, barely affecting the thoughts going through his head.

She was tall, likely falling just shy of six feet he told himself as he took her in fully. The plain white t-shirt she wore accentuated her large, round breasts, and soft, pleasant belly. The long, beautiful blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders may have been the only thing about her that screamed feminine, but she was all woman, and all his.

What the fuck?!

The last thought startled him at first, but Calan Winters realized he had found his mate. The thought itself was crazy, for he knew fated mate's were just a myth, not something that existed. Still, he could not deny the way his body reacted to this woman. She caused a reaction within him simply from standing there that most women couldn't get without using their full skillset.

His first instinct was to surge to his feet, bend her over the bar and have his way with her. He couldn't though, despite the throbbing cock contained within his jeans. He tightened his fingers on the bottle of beer and gripped his chair with the other to keep him inert.
 
The roaring of his bear was so loud he could have sworn it was audible to the others in the room.

"I said, you're sitting in my chair," she replied after a moment, though her voice had lost some of its gusto after their eyes met.
 

"My apologies," he replied politely, gracefully swinging himself out of the seat and down into the one next to it, never once breaking eye contact with this mysterious woman. His cock was straining towards her, drawn like a powerful magnet.
 

With a sniff of derision at his lack of willingness to leave, she took the seat and gestured to the bartender. The look did not go unnoticed by Calan, who understood that she was a regular here, enough that whoever was behind the bar knew what she wanted when she came in at this time of day.
 

"Excuse me..." he left it open, hoping to get her name and strike up a conversation.

"Yes?" she replied brusquely, not looking over at him.
 

"Could you be so kind as to point out to me where on the chair I missed that it was yours?" If she wanted to play games that was fine with Calan. He was a
master
at playing games. There was an attraction between them, he had felt it immediately, there was no way she had not. Now all he had to do was get her to admit to it. The first step was eye contact.

Rolling her eyes in disdain, the mystery woman turned to look at him briefly, giving him an 'are you for real?' type of look, before turning back to her now ready drink. Still, he had caught another glimpse of those beautiful topaz eyes, enough to set his body on edge as he fought down his bear.

Taking his time, he tested the air discretely, trying to get a better feel for her. The faint scent of smoke, along with something beneath it that bespoke of her natural aroma wafted over to him. It was enough to let him know she was a shifter too, a bear like him. It explained her size relative to most, as bear shifters were large.

The smoke threw him off, forcing Calan to take another sniff to identify it. It wasn't tobacco smoke he realized, but something closer to that of burnt wood, charred trees or something similar. It was faint, but not something he would ever forget smelling after being trapped in a burning building several years back.

"I never did get your name, Miss," he started again, doing his best to get her to talk.

"No, you didn't," she replied gruffly. To his well-travelled ear, it sounded forced, almost as if she was trying to make him think she was angry when she wasn't.

"So, how's things going today Harley?"
 
The bartender spoke up nonchalantly as he came back over, wiping the counter clean of whatever imaginary dust only he could see.

"Not bad Jeb, not bad. Heading in to the station soon, see what's going on today. Hopefully those idiot's at the campgrounds can keep things in check today."
 

"I hope so, for their sake and yours," he replied before moving away to wipe down an already clean section of the bar again.