Duron didn’t like the answer, although he suspected Wyatt was right.
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Duron remained quiet for the rest of the trip and through the first flight. After the pit stop and an enormous meal, he swapped with Wyatt and took the bed to catch up on some decent sleep. Feeling rested and a little more like himself, Duron took his seat across from Wyatt as the plane prepared to land.
As the wheels touched the runway, Duron got a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, and his bear lumbered from sleep and paced in his mind.What’s wrong?
The lack of an answer set his nerves on edge in a way Duron hadn’t experienced since he was a child, and they’d started the first experiments on him to cut him off from his bear briefly.I know you can hear me, goddamnit, answer me!
The plane taxied to a stop, and the steward went to open the plane door. Wyatt was up and stretching before the steward had the door fully open, letting in the warm, muggy air.
Duron’s bear quivered with excitement, and he scrambled to open the seatbelt and keep control of his animal as parts of his body grew fur.
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “What’s with you going all furry?”
Duron sniffed the air and barged past an alarmed looking Wyatt when he growled, “Mate,” charging off the plane.
There were four men standing on the tarmac next to a shabby-looking vehicle. Three were tall and dark, with similar features to Ben. They could only be Ben’s brothers. That left the fourth man, which was the one that had his bear in a tizzy when Duron inhaled deeply, separating the scents.
His bear was giddy, and Duron was more of a spectator when his bear was like that. It didn’t happen often, but when his bear wanted to be in charge, whether in bear form or not, Duron couldn’t get him to behave. His teeth dropped, his eyes flicking between all the different animals inside him, unable to settle with the scent of marsh grass enticing him, and he charged.
“Whoa there.” One man stepped forward, holding up his hands.
Duron gauged he was the older of the three brothers by the way he held himself. Only his bear wasn’t for stopping. Duron snarled, the urgent need pouring from his bear to get to his mate driving all sense from his head.
“Duron, get a fucking grip, you’re spooking the natives,” Wyatt called from behind him.
“Mate,” he growled once more, not getting why no one understood what was going on. His gaze landed on the man who’d yet to say a word or come closer.Is he scared of me?Duron didn’t like the thought, not one bit, and neither did his bear.
Only Duron couldn’t figure it out, not with how his skin felt too tight for his bones, and his brain was fogged with thoughts of…sex.
He shuddered to a halt, mere inches from his mate, and blushed at what the others must be smelling. He’d been attracted to Marvin’s generous heart, but not once had his cock reacted like this…
He dropped his gaze, embarrassed by his own reaction. With a herculean effort and, much to his bear’s disgust, Duron stepped back.
Chapter Two
Beaumont
A million things flashed through Beaumont’s head in the few seconds it took for the bear hybrid to get off the plane, almost running in their direction.
Mate.
He’s nothing like Eugenie.
Male mate.
Big male mate.
My mate.
My gods, he’s a hybrid, one of the assassins.
I have to take him into danger, and we’ve only just met.
Beaumont froze at the very idea. He’d been edgy for days and had written that off as being because of the mess Ben had left him with. But no. The reason for his agitation was standing right in front of him. Although Beaumont frowned as the bear took a step back.
He’s rejecting us?
