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Elite Shifter Enforcers, 1
Her escape brings her into the world of the Elite Shifter Enforcers—and under the protection of Victor and Ivan Hrytsenko, twin Bear shifters who command the unit with brutal efficiency. From the moment they scent her, the bond between them is undeniable … and dangerous.
As Chimera deploys hybrid operatives to test shifter response and build predictive kill models, Elara becomes the key to stopping them. But trusting the Bears means surrendering to a bond that changes everything.
Once a Bear claims what’s theirs, there is no escape—only surrender.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM)
Klarissa rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Elara, this is Victor and Ivan Hrytsenko. They lead the Elite Shifter Enforcers. They need to hear your story.”
Elara blinked at the projection, eyes widening in that half-dazed, half-incredulous way of someone who’s had her reality shattered. “You’re… bears, huh?”
Rune snorted. “Pretty obvious, right?”
Elara nodded slowly, gaze never leaving the screen. “Yeah, they make the rest of the male gender look like they were assembled from spare parts in the dark. Honestly, it’s a little rude how pretty all you shifters are.”
Ivan choked on a laugh.
Victor ignored him. “Tell us what you know.”
She did.
And as she spoke—voice trembling but threaded with fierce intelligence and a sarcasm she couldn’t quite hide—Victor felt that strange pull tighten. Like a rope hooking into his sternum and drawing him toward her, inch by inch.
He heard fear.
He heard exhaustion.
He heard trauma barely held together by willpower.
But beneath it all…
He heard strength.
Real strength.
Quiet strength.
The kind that survived when it shouldn’t.
By the time she finished, the silence in the Bears’ command room was heavy enough to crush bone.
Ivan leaned forward, voice low. “She was there. She survived that facility hit.”
Victor exhaled slowly, that icy coil in his chest tightening. “And she’s being hunted.”
Rune nodded once. “Yes.”
Victor focused on the woman in the holo-feed. “Elara?”
She jumped slightly. “Y-yes?”
“You’re safe with Klarissa for now. But you need more than a safe room.”
“I need proof,” she whispered. “And… help.”
Her voice nearly undid him. There was no brace behind it. No armor. Just truth and the tiniest flicker of hope.
Kamon stepped into frame. “We think she should come to you. No one would connect her to E.S.E. even if they discovered her connection to Klarissa.”
Victor shook his head instantly. “No. We’re coming to you.”
Klarissa’s brows rose. “Are you going to come through the main door and knock this time?”
Elara frowned, and Victor noticed the tiny crease between her brows—adorable, sharp, expressive. “They just barged in?”
Kamon laughed. “More like climbed in. They scaled the wall to show us they can pretty much get in anywhere they want.”
“That was one time,” Victor muttered.
“Once was enough,” Klarissa shot back. “Violet has turned this place into Fort Knox with the number of scanners and cameras and sensors she has around the place.”
Ivan hummed. “Mm, well now, doesn’t that just sound like a challenge and an invitation at the same time.”
Victor sighed. “We’ll meet you in New York. We’re leaving now. Expect us in about five hours. And yes, Klarissa, we will be coming through the damn door.”
He ended the call and rose. Ivan grabbed his jacket and followed.
“You felt that too?” Ivan asked quietly.
Victor didn’t answer.
He didn’t need to.
The flight was fast—but not fast enough for Victor’s nerves—and the drive from the tarmac to Violet Riccitelli’s penthouse tower even faster. The morning sky was bruised blue, New York traffic roaring below them, but Victor barely saw it.
He replayed Elara’s voice the entire time.
The tremble in it.
The intelligence beneath it.
The sarcasm like a shield.
And the fragility she tried—and failed—to hide.
It hit him far deeper than it should.
By the time they reached the building, he had buried the instinct deep… or at least tried. They announced themselves like civilized beings. Violet’s guard nodded, looking perplexed as hell, and activated the penthouse elevator.
Ivan smirked. “Look at us being all polite and shit.”
“Shut up.”
The elevator glided upward. Smooth. Silent. Too slow for Victor’s pounding heartbeat.
It stopped. Opened.
And Victor’s world tilted.
The scent hit him first.
Not perfume. Not fear. Not exhaustion.
Her.
Warm skin. Soft spice. A whisper of citrus from her shampoo. And beneath it—something bright, sharp, and distinctly, irrevocably Elara.
His bear went rigid. Focused. Claiming.
Ivan inhaled beside him and froze. “Victor…”
“Yeah,” Victor growled softly.
They stepped inside.
Elara sat at the island counter, wrapped in a blanket like she couldn’t get warm. Her curls framed her face in wild disarray, eyes wide and wary but sharp—God, so sharp. Her long fingers curled around a mug that Josie was handing to her.
She looked tired. Haunted. Brave. And impossibly beautiful.
Elara looked up. Their eyes met.
And Victor felt it—the deep, ancient spark of recognition, slamming into him like a freight train. Claiming. Binding. Awakening something older than any language—written or spoken.
Ivan cleared his throat. “Ms. Thorne?”
She startled, nearly dropping her mug. “You’re the… bear men.”
Victor’s mouth twitched. “Close enough.”
Violet leaned back on the couch. “Victor, Ivan—this is Elara Thorne. Scientist. Survivor. Running for her life. Just your plain, run-of-the-mill damsel in distress.”
“Ah, no, lovely Violet,” Ivan drawled. “There is nothing plain nor run-of-the-mill about this woman.”
Violet made a satisfied noise. “True, bear man. Very true.”
He and Ivan moved toward her, not crowding, but drawn—pulled—unable to stop the instinctive narrowing of their focus to just her.
Elara began speaking before they’d even stopped.
“I-I don’t know what’s happening. But I didn’t leak anything. I didn’t betray my team. That is not who I am or what I would do.”
Victor stepped closer—slow, deliberate, a calming approach. “We know that, Elara—or at least, we are learning that about you.”
Her lip trembled, but she forced steel into it.
“We’re going to help you,” he said, voice slipping into command without thought. “But first, you’re going to breathe.” He held her gaze until she did. “And then tell us everything you remember. Every detail matters.”
She stared at him. “You’re very… bossy.”
Ivan snorted. “You have no idea.”
Victor’s mouth twitched again. “Comes with the job.”
Rune crossed his arms. “Try dealing with it for ten years.”
Kamon added, “He enjoys it way too much.”
Victor glared. “Not helping.”
Elara’s shoulders shook, not from fear, but with a fragile, startled laugh. “Thank you.”
That soft sound nearly punched the air from his lungs.
“We’ll get you answers,” Victor promised, voice low. “Whoever did this—whoever is hunting you—won’t get near you again.”
Her eyes flickered. Hope. Fear. Wild trust.
His bear surged, pushing against his ribs, protective and possessive in a way Victor hadn’t felt in years.
He straightened, instinct and command merging as one.
“Let’s begin,” he murmured.
And the entire room shifted with him.
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Elite Shifter Enforcers, 1
\nHer escape brings her into the world of the Elite Shifter Enforcers—and under the protection of Victor and Ivan Hrytsenko, twin Bear shifters who command the unit with brutal efficiency. From the moment they scent her, the bond between them is undeniable … and dangerous.
As Chimera deploys hybrid operatives to test shifter response and build predictive kill models, Elara becomes the key to stopping them. But trusting the Bears means surrendering to a bond that changes everything.
Once a Bear claims what’s theirs, there is no escape—only surrender.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM)
Klarissa rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Elara, this is Victor and Ivan Hrytsenko. They lead the Elite Shifter Enforcers. They need to hear your story.”
\nElara blinked at the projection, eyes widening in that half-dazed, half-incredulous way of someone who’s had her reality shattered. “You’re… bears, huh?”
\nRune snorted. “Pretty obvious, right?”
\nElara nodded slowly, gaze never leaving the screen. “Yeah, they make the rest of the male gender look like they were assembled from spare parts in the dark. Honestly, it’s a little rude how pretty all you shifters are.”
\nIvan choked on a laugh.
\nVictor ignored him. “Tell us what you know.”
\nShe did.
\nAnd as she spoke—voice trembling but threaded with fierce intelligence and a sarcasm she couldn’t quite hide—Victor felt that strange pull tighten. Like a rope hooking into his sternum and drawing him toward her, inch by inch.
\nHe heard fear.
\nHe heard exhaustion.
\nHe heard trauma barely held together by willpower.
\nBut beneath it all…
\nHe heard strength.
\nReal strength.
\nQuiet strength.
\nThe kind that survived when it shouldn’t.
\nBy the time she finished, the silence in the Bears’ command room was heavy enough to crush bone.
\nIvan leaned forward, voice low. “She was there. She survived that facility hit.”
\nVictor exhaled slowly, that icy coil in his chest tightening. “And she’s being hunted.”
\nRune nodded once. “Yes.”
\nVictor focused on the woman in the holo-feed. “Elara?”
\nShe jumped slightly. “Y-yes?”
\n“You’re safe with Klarissa for now. But you need more than a safe room.”
\n“I need proof,” she whispered. “And… help.”
\nHer voice nearly undid him. There was no brace behind it. No armor. Just truth and the tiniest flicker of hope.
\nKamon stepped into frame. “We think she should come to you. No one would connect her to E.S.E. even if they discovered her connection to Klarissa.”
\nVictor shook his head instantly. “No. We’re coming to you.”
\nKlarissa’s brows rose. “Are you going to come through the main door and knock this time?”
\nElara frowned, and Victor noticed the tiny crease between her brows—adorable, sharp, expressive. “They just barged in?”
\nKamon laughed. “More like climbed in. They scaled the wall to show us they can pretty much get in anywhere they want.”
\n“That was one time,” Victor muttered.
\n“Once was enough,” Klarissa shot back. “Violet has turned this place into Fort Knox with the number of scanners and cameras and sensors she has around the place.”
\nIvan hummed. “Mm, well now, doesn’t that just sound like a challenge and an invitation at the same time.”
\nVictor sighed. “We’ll meet you in New York. We’re leaving now. Expect us in about five hours. And yes, Klarissa, we will be coming through the damn door.”
\nHe ended the call and rose. Ivan grabbed his jacket and followed.
\n“You felt that too?” Ivan asked quietly.
\nVictor didn’t answer.
\nHe didn’t need to.
\nThe flight was fast—but not fast enough for Victor’s nerves—and the drive from the tarmac to Violet Riccitelli’s penthouse tower even faster. The morning sky was bruised blue, New York traffic roaring below them, but Victor barely saw it.
\nHe replayed Elara’s voice the entire time.
\nThe tremble in it.
\nThe intelligence beneath it.
\nThe sarcasm like a shield.
\nAnd the fragility she tried—and failed—to hide.
\nIt hit him far deeper than it should.
\nBy the time they reached the building, he had buried the instinct deep… or at least tried. They announced themselves like civilized beings. Violet’s guard nodded, looking perplexed as hell, and activated the penthouse elevator.
\nIvan smirked. “Look at us being all polite and shit.”
\n“Shut up.”
\nThe elevator glided upward. Smooth. Silent. Too slow for Victor’s pounding heartbeat.
\nIt stopped. Opened.
\nAnd Victor’s world tilted.
\nThe scent hit him first.
\nNot perfume. Not fear. Not exhaustion.
\nHer.
\nWarm skin. Soft spice. A whisper of citrus from her shampoo. And beneath it—something bright, sharp, and distinctly, irrevocably Elara.
\nHis bear went rigid. Focused. Claiming.
\nIvan inhaled beside him and froze. “Victor…”
\n“Yeah,” Victor growled softly.
\nThey stepped inside.
\nElara sat at the island counter, wrapped in a blanket like she couldn’t get warm. Her curls framed her face in wild disarray, eyes wide and wary but sharp—God, so sharp. Her long fingers curled around a mug that Josie was handing to her.
\nShe looked tired. Haunted. Brave. And impossibly beautiful.
\nElara looked up. Their eyes met.
\nAnd Victor felt it—the deep, ancient spark of recognition, slamming into him like a freight train. Claiming. Binding. Awakening something older than any language—written or spoken.
\nIvan cleared his throat. “Ms. Thorne?”
\nShe startled, nearly dropping her mug. “You’re the… bear men.”
\nVictor’s mouth twitched. “Close enough.”
\nViolet leaned back on the couch. “Victor, Ivan—this is Elara Thorne. Scientist. Survivor. Running for her life. Just your plain, run-of-the-mill damsel in distress.”
\n“Ah, no, lovely Violet,” Ivan drawled. “There is nothing plain nor run-of-the-mill about this woman.”
\nViolet made a satisfied noise. “True, bear man. Very true.”
\nHe and Ivan moved toward her, not crowding, but drawn—pulled—unable to stop the instinctive narrowing of their focus to just her.
\nElara began speaking before they’d even stopped.
\n“I-I don’t know what’s happening. But I didn’t leak anything. I didn’t betray my team. That is not who I am or what I would do.”
\nVictor stepped closer—slow, deliberate, a calming approach. “We know that, Elara—or at least, we are learning that about you.”
\nHer lip trembled, but she forced steel into it.
\n“We’re going to help you,” he said, voice slipping into command without thought. “But first, you’re going to breathe.” He held her gaze until she did. “And then tell us everything you remember. Every detail matters.”
\nShe stared at him. “You’re very… bossy.”
\nIvan snorted. “You have no idea.”
\nVictor’s mouth twitched again. “Comes with the job.”
\nRune crossed his arms. “Try dealing with it for ten years.”
\nKamon added, “He enjoys it way too much.”
\nVictor glared. “Not helping.”
\nElara’s shoulders shook, not from fear, but with a fragile, startled laugh. “Thank you.”
\nThat soft sound nearly punched the air from his lungs.
\n“We’ll get you answers,” Victor promised, voice low. “Whoever did this—whoever is hunting you—won’t get near you again.”
\nHer eyes flickered. Hope. Fear. Wild trust.
\nHis bear surged, pushing against his ribs, protective and possessive in a way Victor hadn’t felt in years.
\nHe straightened, instinct and command merging as one.
\n“Let’s begin,” he murmured.
\nAnd the entire room shifted with him.
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