Free The Bearly Controlled Alpha by Jenika Snow

Chapter One
    Logan Teairry stepped into the small real estate office, looked around, and dropped his duffle bag on the ground. The items in it made the canvas substantial in weight, and the sound it made as it hit the floor had a few of the employees and customers sitting in the waiting area turning in their seats to watch him. The scent of shifters filled the air, and he inhaled deeply. He scented a cougar, a wolf, and even a porcupine. The town of Sugar Crest, Alaska, was filled with shape-shifting humans, ones that could turn into their animal counterparts as easily as it was to breathe.
    He stared at each of the people in the small office. There were a few hushed murmurs that came from disgruntled shifters. Logan looked at each of them right in their fucking eyes and made it known that if they had any issues with what the hell he was doing standing here they could come up and address him themselves.
    “Good morning, sir.” A young wolf shifter stepped up to Logan, his grin wide, his teeth white but slightly crooked, and his clothes screaming of bargain basement flannel with a splash of preppy class. The wolf eyed him up and down, and although he had a smile on his face, the scent of his uncertainty slammed into Logan’s nose. He growled low, loving that smell of fear. His wolf and bear moved inside of him, itching to come out of his human skin, to show this little shifter exactly how scary he could become.
    Being half wolf and half bear had Logan even more temperamental, more dangerous and aggressive than other shifter males. He was a freak of nature, or so he had been called as a child in the foster homes. It was a rare anomaly for a shifter to have more than one animal housed inside of them, and because of that others always steered clear of him, thinking he would snap at any given moment. So he had joined the SEALs, took out all of his aggression and anger on the frontline, and now his time with the military was over. He was back at Sugar Crest, and it was time for him to settle down and live a peaceful life. Well, as peacefully as an overly alpha hybrid could live.
    “I need to see someone about a piece of property I purchased,” Logan said in a deep voice, not bothering to soften the way he sounded.
    The wolf shifter swallowed and looked behind him. When a badger shifter walked out of the back room, her head buried in a stack of papers she held, the scent of the wolf’s relief came through strongly.
    “I’ll have Honey help you.”
    Honey?
    “Honey, can you help this—” The wolf looked at Logan, and Logan cocked an eyebrow, waiting to see what he’d say. “Could you help this gentleman?”
    Logan could have laughed. There was nothing gentle about him.
    The female glanced up, her long black hair in a bun at the nape at her neck, and her amber colored eyes slightly widened when she saw him. Everything inside of him stilled, just froze the fuck up as their gazes locked. She straightened, and he saw her fingers curl farther around the papers. She set them on the desk, smoothed her hands down her pencil skirt, her nostrils flaring slightly. The closer she got the stronger her scent became, and in that instant that he inhaled everything that was this badger shifter, took in the sight of her lush, thick, and curvy body, he knew that he had just fucking stepped on a landmine.
    Ours. She is ours. Claim her. Mate her. Take her and make sure she knows that no other male can have her.
    His bear, wolf, and human all screamed out inside of him, roared out that he wanted to just take her right here right now, and fuck whoever saw him claiming his female. But this was not what Logan wanted. He wanted a peaceful life, one that didn’t have this possessive and territorial side of him rising up, refusing to relinquish until he had her sweet neck marked.
    His animals came to the surface, pushed at his flesh, wanting out. He was primal right now, more beast than human. His canines punched out, elongated with the idea of