Free A SEAL Wolf Christmas by Terry Spear

guy was totally hot, virile, and sexy, and pretending to be his mate had her thinking of just how far she’d be willing to pretend. And if she gave into her baser instincts? The teen could be scarred for life. Bjornolf, too.
    What Bjornolf wasn’t was some highly trained teen sitter. He was a loner, not a pack man and not a family man.
    “I can’t believe you talked Bjornolf into taking this mission,” Anna said.
    “Bjornolf convinced Nathan to return to the pack. He likes the kid. Bjornolf was the first one who seemed to have any real positive impact on him,” Hunter said.
    “I still don’t understand why you need me. Bjornolf can bond with the teen. The two will be perfect for each other. All that overabundant macho testosterone flowing—who can beat whom at whatever games the two choose to play. The situation should be perfect for the two of them,” she said.
    Bjornolf chuckled under his breath.
    She’d almost forgotten he was sitting near her. “I could work separately from him during the investigation.”
    “The whole situation is part of your cover for the murder investigation you’re conducting. Besides, you’ve done this very thing before,” Hunter added.
    “Just because I hooked up with one of your SEAL team members some years ago, pretending to be his mate… that was different.”
    “How?” Hunter waved his hand, dismissing her concern. “It’s no different. Bjornolf is just as dedicated to the mission.”
    She felt her face, her whole body, flush with annoying heat. Paul had been the other SEAL and had been completely professional with her. Nothing physical had ever come between them. Twin beds, even. Except for pretending to be together, everything had been… separate.
    Working with Bjornolf would be an entirely different story.
    “If you’re concerned that wolves like us have been murdered, Nathan shouldn’t be involved,” Anna said.
    “He is involved. He’s the one who discovered the dead bodies’ scents. He’s got his foot in the door already.”
    Hunter pulled into the crowded mall parking lot. He cut the engine and looked over his shoulder at her. “You can do it,” Hunter said. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
    She realized what she was feeling was total panic. “All right.”
    “You’re undercover, Anna. Just like always. You can fake being Bjornolf’s wife.”
    She glanced at Bjornolf.
    His teeth shown in a wolfish grin. “We can practice nearly lethal sparring whenever we’re not celebrating the holidays or investigating the trouble at the Christmas tree farm.”
    He had the most devilish gleam in his eye, making her think he could be more dangerous than any other part of the mission.

Chapter 7
    While Tessa helped Anna pick out clothes at one of the department stores, Hunter went with Bjornolf while he found what he needed.
    Grabbing up briefs, three pair of jeans, some shirts, and sweaters, Bjornolf listened to Hunter telling him some of the details he needed to know about the cottage and other important information. But what Bjornolf really wanted to hear was why Anna was so against Christmas. As soon as he had started talking to Anna on the plane about it, Hunter had given him the universal kill order, slicing his hand across his throat.
    “About Anna and Christmas…” Bjornolf needed to know because it could be important to the mission. Not only that, but he wanted to help her get through it in the worst way. If he knew what her basis was for not liking the holiday, he’d be better able to cope with her feelings.
    Hunter shook his head.
    “You know, though.”
    “I know. I learned about her during the thorough investigation I do on anyone I want to recruit to work with us.”
    Bjornolf seized several pair of socks. “Does Tessa know?”
    “No,” Hunter said a little more vehemently than Bjornolf thought necessary. The message was clear: leave Tessa out of this.
    “The rest of the team?”
    Hunter folded his arms and said nothing.
    “What