Mated to Four Werebears_A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

by T. S. Ryder

  "Do you think this is going to help my case?" Seth asked as she finished wrapping his arm with a bandage. "Assassination attempts on a senator… we might be able to swing a few fencers to our side on their American pride alone."

  "If anybody can do it, it's you."

  They were safe now, and that Seth was still thinking politically helped her know he was going to be okay. It was only an arm shot, after all.

  "So you want to work it into your speech? Maybe replace the cultural section?"

  Seth shook his head. "I'll give the media a separate address about this. We will not be intimidated and all that. Reminding people that the way Western culture sees shifters is fairly rare is important to refute the necessity of the Registry."

  Ana nodded.

  Different cultures the world over had different approaches to how shifters were seen, but during the European colonialization period, the attitude that they were devil-worshipping witches took hold, and shifters were slaughtered wholesale–burned at the stake, hanged, hunted down. It was sickening, but what was even worse was that there were still people out there with that attitude.

  Overall, though, the tides were changing, especially with other countries like China decrying the treatment of shifters in America. Seth's election was proof of that. He was only the third shifter to ever be elected to a senator's position and had so far served longer than either of his two predecessors.

  It helped that before he came out as a shifter, he was an insanely popular movie star. Admittedly very hot, he was the epitome of the all-American man. He had even been used as the poster boy for an anti-shifter group before he came out as a shifter. This wasn't the first attempt on his life since he went into politics, fighting for shifter rights.

  But he had been elected and that meant a lot.

  Of course, the fact that he turned into a golden retriever, man's best friend, probably helped his cause. Ana doubted he would have been so successful if he had been, say, a tiger or even a deer, let alone something like a fox.

  Nobody really knew what determined what sort of animal a shifter could turn into. There was a genetic disposition towards shifting. Children of shifters tended to be shifters, and it was rare that shifters were born to non-shifter parents. If one parent of a shifter child was a predator, that child would tend towards predation as well. But there hadn't been a lot of research into the area and many people held onto damaging stereotypes.

  Anti-shifter hysteria groups especially liked to spread false assumptions. Their most popular one was that shifters could actually choose whether they had an animal side to them or not, given that the actual shifting was completely voluntary, but it wasn't true. It, unfortunately, led to many "therapies" that advocated the suppression of the animal side, which was incredibly damaging to a shifter's mental state.

  She heard the wail of sirens and squeezed Seth's hand. "Sounds like the police are on their way."

  "Good. The sooner this is resolved, the sooner we can get back to work."

  Ana was hoping the case would be resolved soon too, if only because catching the perpetrators would decrease the risk of a new attack on Seth. She cared deeply about him. They'd known each other since childhood and were just friends. It was why Seth had hired her for the job despite the fact that she had no credentials. He'd approached her about taking the position, and when she protested she didn't have the training, he told her that she was an intelligent, courageous woman who always made sure she got her own way when it mattered. Plus she was passionate about shifter rights, and those were the qualities he needed in his staff. And so she had taken the job.

  They had been dealing with a lot of hate mail and an increased amount of threats recently. Some people simply couldn't understand why a shifter would be against a shifter registry unless he was trying to take over the world, apparently. But none of it had seemed credible enough that she thought there would be an actual attempt on his life!

  ***

  Not much later, Ana found herself sitting in an interrogation room, waiting for a detective to come take her statement. It was a non-descript room with that one-way mirror reflecting her image. Her hair was a little wild and the red lipstick she favored faded, but other than that, she looked okay. She sat at a wide table, a chair on the other side the only other item in the room. The door stood ajar and a uniform stood just outside, ready to bring her anything she needed.

  "Detective Baker," she heard the uniform say in greeting and turned to the door.

  Ana's eyes widened and she had to stop herself from drooling as a detective strode in. He was, without a doubt, the yummiest man she had ever seen. First off he was huge, in that 'take up the whole room' kind of way. Muscles rippled all over him. He had to get his suit from the big and tall section, but even then it was just a little tight around his shoulders, and his dress shirt stretched over his perfect pecs. The buttons strained to keep it closed and she wanted to pop them off one by one as she—

  Whoa, what am I doing? Ana swallowed hard, adverting her eyes back to her image in the mirror. Good, her heating cheeks were barely visible against her mocha-kissed skin. She wished she had worn a blouse with a lower cut, though, something to show off her ample cleavage—

  Ana mentally slapped herself. She always fell for the same kind of guy, the football quarterback type that wanted to have fun in bed, but was never interested in anything else. Certainly not interested in listening to her talk about her cause. So she needed to just stop thinking about the detective like that–his type was all wrong for her.

  She'd had her heart broken enough, thank you very much, and wasn't about to start into the dating scene again until she was certain what she wanted. Despite what her mother said, twenty-seven was not that old.

  The detective cleared his throat. Apparently, he had seen Ana's reaction and was giving her time to collect herself before he conducted the interview. She ducked her head as he sat. It was an instinctual reaction, from high school when she went from flat to curvy in three months. It seemed like one day she was worried her boobs would never start to grow, and the next she was spending all her allowance on bras. It hadn't been lost on the boys… and her string of unlucky romances began.

  "Miss Medina."

  Lord save me! His voice was just as sexy as the rest of him, deep and raw. Sitting this close she could smell him; like Applewood smoked bacon, but less greasy. Mouthwatering.

  "Miss Medina?"

  Ana's eyes jumped to his–deep brown, like chocolate–and she swallowed dryly. She knew that this was a completely inappropriate reaction to the situation. Reminding herself that Seth could have died, she nodded to the Detective to continue. He coughed, clearing his throat, and shifted in his seat. No doubt her staring made him uncomfortable. She gulped down the glass of water that had been given to her.

  "I'm Detective Joseph Baker." He shifted again, staring at the voice recorder that he set on the table between them.

  "Baker? Like—"

  "Like Baker Street where Sherlock Holmes lives, yes." The detective looked up, eyes narrowing at her.

  The glare was so intimidating that Ana instantly wanted to run. After half a heartbeat, though, that desire fled; her body urged her to crawl onto the table and kiss him. His hands are huge. They'd cup my ass perfectly.

  Ana shook her head. What was wrong with her? Adrenaline? A crisis of spirit because I could have died and now I don't want to waste any more time?

  "Can you tell me about the shooting?" His voice was angry now and Ana couldn't stop herself from flinching.

  She recounted everything she could remember, filling in small details when the detective prompted her. As they spoke, his voice continued to get gruffer and gruffer, until he was practically snarling out his questions at her. Well, this interview wasn't going anywhere. Ana wanted to ask what his problem was. If he was one of those anti-shifter crazies, they weren't going to get anywhere in this case.

  It seemed like hours later that he nodded and turned off the recorder. "I think
that will do it."

  "Don't you want to know if there is anybody who comes to mind who could have done this?" she asked. Of course he didn’t want to know. Just as she suspected–he was the total Alpha Male type. And not the kind that was sweet and protective, he was the kind who thought he was better than anybody else. Probably punched people out in bars for not liking his football team, too.

  The Detective gave her an annoyed glance. Ana could only assume it was because she was better at his job than he was. "Do you have—"

  The door flung open and a hot blond guy stepped into the room. He looked like he would have been better suited playing a TV detective than one in real life. He was lean with that perfect skin glow around him that all movie stars seemed to have. He peered at Ana with unabashed interest and when she met his gaze, he flashed her a smile. After her disappointment with Baker, though, she was in no mood for flirting and glared in return.

  "What is it, Detective Harmon?" Baker's voice was even gruffer with the new detective than it had been with Ana.

  "Sheesh, no need to bite off my head." The blond wandered over to him and punched his arm. "Just got off the phone with the captain. The senator's all patched up, but they don't like keeping him in the hospital. A car belonging to his PA, you, I assume," he flashed Ana a brilliant smile, to which she responded with a nod, "was blown up shortly after the shooting."

  Ana's heart stopped. Her eyes widened and a hand flew to her mouth. She was used to threats against Seth, but her? "Somebody is trying to kill me?"

  "We won't let anything happen to you," Baker replied instantly. His eyes took on a dangerous gleam–Ana's heart started going again, even faster this time.

  Seriously? Even after he proved himself to be a class-A jerk? Ana had a problem, and right now it was Detective Joseph Baker and his glorious abs.

  "Cap wants them in protective custody. Site Delta-Tango-Whiskey," the blond continued. He glanced at Ana again. "Will you take her or will I?"

  The was an audible growl in Baker's voice as he replied. "I will."

  Ana swallowed hard, trying to calm her body's reaction as she imagined him settling between her thighs. Stop it. He didn't mean it like that. Oh, but she wished he had…

  Chapter Two

  Detective Joseph Baker hated Sherlock Holmes. For some reason, people thought it was so funny to call him Sherlock just because the fictional detective lived on Baker Street. Joseph learned very early on in his career to hate Holmes with all his strength–which was quite a feat since he was as strong as two men.

  Who are you calling a man?

  Joseph ground his teeth. His Bear laughed; normally he didn't provoke his human side like this, but now was a special occasion. The Bear thought he had found his mate in Ana Medina and was angry at the detective for not acting on it.

  But Joseph didn't want a mate. He hadn't wanted one when he was a cub, seeing grown men turn into putty when their mates walked by. He hadn't wanted one when he was a teenager and all his friends slowly drifted away from their circle, so caught up in their girlfriends that it was like the world ceased to exist for them. He just didn't want a mate, no matter how much his Bear pushed him.

  He growled as he ripped into the hamburger his partner, Buck Harmon, handed to him. Buck smirked, turning to the house they were watching. It was nondescript in every way, save for the fact that inside it was the most beautiful woman Joseph had ever feasted his eyes on.

  And a senator, his Bear added.

  "Shut it."

  "I didn't say anything. But now that you mention it, that Ana Medina, she's pretty hot."

  Destroy him.

  Joseph sighed.

  He has no right to look at our female.

  He's my best friend, Joseph thought back to his Bear. My only friend. And she is not ours or yours or anybody's. And maybe she's already married.

  No ring.

  Boyfriend, then.

  This was one of the reasons why shifters were so feared. The voice of their Beast speaking to them was easily mistaken for schizophrenia. Not only that, but if an individual suppressed their shifter side for too long, or denied their Beast and didn't communicate with them, then they quite easily developed mental illnesses.

  Ironically, many shifters did suppress their shifter sides, for fear of what the people around them would do or say, only to "prove" the stereotypes by snapping from the mental strain.

  That's why men like Senator Seth Fischer were necessary. Somebody like Joseph, a loner who liked being alone, could never change people's minds. But Fischer had the charisma and personal charm to make people actually like him and listen to what he was saying.

  "Hey, are you sick?" Buck nudged him. "I know you noticed how hot she was."

  "Yeah." Joseph worked hard to keep the snarl from his voice. "She's hot."

  He couldn’t deny that he found Ana sexually appealing. She had the type of body that women in his dreams had. Perfect in every way, with luscious curves, silky hair, and those eyes! They were the most exquisite shade of honey-brown he had ever seen. Not to mention that even after the terrifying fright she had had, she was still calm and collected in the interview. He often had an intimidating effect on people, but she had never wavered on her answers, never let him make her doubt herself.

  And she is our mate, his Bear added.

  Joseph finished the rest of his burger in one bite.

  Buck frowned at him. "Okay, there is definitely something wrong with you. You didn't even complain about the mustard. Is it the hottie? Do you think she's involved in the shooting?"

  "No."

  "Because if you do, you can tell me. Your instincts are usually right about this sort of thing."

  "She wasn't involved," Joseph growled. "And stop calling her 'the hottie'. She has a name, use it. With respect. And don't even think about playing your usual games with her."

  Buck sat straighter. "Wow, you're in a mood. Is it that time of the month?"

  "You're thinking Wolves. Bears aren't affected by the full moon, which isn't for two weeks, by the way." Joseph tried not to be so annoyed with his best friend.

  Buck was the only person in the precinct who knew that Joseph was a shifter. There were no laws against shifters taking on jobs like being in the police, but there weren't any laws protecting them from being fired just because they happened to be able to turn into animals, either. Employers were given the right to fire a shifter under the Self-Preservation Act, which allowed them to terminate the employment of anybody they felt was a threat to their safety. Shifters usually classified as threats for simply being shifters.

  And then, because known shifters couldn't get or keep jobs, they were categorized as lazy bums who wanted free handouts from the government. A catch 22 that was only going to get worse until things changed.

  "Okay." Buck straightened. "You have to tell me what's going on now."

  Joseph let out an annoyed huff, but he and Buck went way back. If there was one person who would be able to help him figure out this mess, it was his partner.

  "My Bear has decided that she's my–his–mate. He won't listen to me when I say that it's not going to happen."

  "Hmm. Really? I thought that it, or he," Buck corrected at Joseph's glare, "didn't like any of the girls you've been with."

  "He didn't."

  Buck made a noise in his throat that Joseph couldn't decipher. The shifter waited, knowing that his partner was trying to decide whether to take this thing seriously or not. Buck could get away with a lot more than anybody else. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Buck had saved his life multiple times. Maybe it was because he hadn't freaked out or told anybody when he saw Joseph shift for the first time. Whatever it was, Joseph always went easy on him.

  But if he talks about the hotness of our mate again, I'll kill him, even if you won't, his Bear warned.

  That is exactly the kind of thinking that makes people want to kill us.

  His Bear didn't respond.

  "So…" Buck said, his
voice casual. Too casual. "He thinks that Ana Medina is your mate."

  "Apparently."

  "Could that be because you haven't gotten laid in, what… two years now? Man's got needs, Baker. Maybe if you take Miss Medina out for a—" Buck caught the look on Joseph's face and wisely changed tactics. "Out on a non-committal date, and be very respectful towards her, then you might have that need eased a little? Could give him something else to think about, at least."

  Joseph considered it. "She's in protective custody. It's against the rules to—"

  The sound of an explosion cut Joseph off. A fireball enveloped a car at the other end of the block, lighting the night with red flames.

  Buck's drink spilled all over the detectives. Joseph turned on the car, stomping on the gas as he headed for the safe house. All he could think about was Ana and images of her lying on the floor, her body riddled with bullet holes. His heart jumped to his throat and there was no doubt that he would do anything he needed to protect her. His Bear struggled to work its way to the surface, snarling incoherent threats.

  Joseph threw open his door as soon as they were at the safe house. He sprinted up the yard towards Ana. Vaguely he realized bullets were raining down around him, but he didn't care. All he could think about was his mate.

  The sound of returning gunfire made him turn. Buck was crouched behind his car door, gun in hand as he peered into the buildings around them. More gunfire. Joseph could see the flashes of light from where the shooters were. His Bear roared, rising up, wanting to take control.

  "Baker, don't just stand there like an idiot!" Buck fired off two rounds. "Get in there!"

  Joseph drew his weapon, firing it towards the shooters while he backed towards the house. The whistle and thud of the bullets around him was like a terrible, deadly orchestra.

  And then he realized that there were gunshots coming from inside the house as well. His heart froze as he whirled. He turned just in time to see one of the cops assigned to stay with Ana and the senator emerge. A twisted expression was on his face as he aimed at Buck.