Bound to the Bear


By Kathy Lyons

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From the USA Today bestselling author who “revolutionizes shifter romance” (Fresh Fiction) comes a sexy new enemies-to-lovers romantic suspense.

Hard-bodied and military-trained shifter Hank Coleman will always do what’s best for the clan. With a mysterious virus ravaging the city and transforming anyone with shifter DNA into dangerously unstable hybrids, that means asking a human scientist for help. Hank knows that getting Dr. Cecilia Lu involved will mean exposing the shifter world and his black bear self, but it’s the animal attraction that sparks between them that could be the real danger.

Cecilia trusts data and what she can see with her own two eyes. So when the hottest man she’s ever met transforms into a bear right in front of her, she has no choice but to accept that shifters are real. And with hybrids attacking humans and shifters turning on their own kind, Hank and Cecilia have zero time to fight the desire that’s burning hotter by the minute. But war is brewing between the shifters, and Cecilia will be forced to choose between the world of men . . . and the world of her sexy beast.

Alpha Unleashed is a fast-paced, wild bear-shifter ride! I loved it!” — New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Ashley


Chapter 1

I need a clue.”

Cecilia Lu stared across her microscope at her coworker. He was snoring quietly on the couch. His entire body looked like a scarecrow with the stuffing pulled out, and no wonder. They’d both been logging twenty-hour days and were no closer to solving the mystery of the Detroit Flu than when they’d first showed up a week ago.

“No, really,” she continued. “You know, like a place to look. Because right now, as far as I can tell, the answer could be in the neurotransmitters. Or the blood. It could be the phases of the moon because I sure as hell don’t know.”

She stared at the monitor where it was trained on their latest patient. The image on the screen was just too unbelievable to credit. But when she blinked her eyes and looked again, there was Brittany still looking like something out of a horror film. Brittany was a sweet girl. A gymnast with a B+ average at school and a laugh that made Cecilia think of unicorns snorting. It was both earthy and magical at the same time. But instead of the perky strawberry-blond girl who appeared in her social media profile, Brittany now had reddish black fur on her face, slit-shaped yellow eyes, and nails that extended in sharp, curved points like claws. Even her ears had changed into tufted points.


The girl had come in hysterical and bloody; she’d tried to claw out her own eyes. They’d knocked her out in the ER and sent her straight up here to the Weird Ward as it was now called. Yes, the CDC had jurisdiction of all the strange cases because—the theory went—the CDC had all the answers.


And now Brittany lay slack-jawed and restrained, but all Cecilia could see was the dark hair against white hospital sheets.

For most people, the illness put them in bed with congestion and a killer headache. Others threw up for a couple days, which was how the disease had gotten its “flu” name. This last outbreak had added hallucinations to the list of symptoms, and now half the city was in bed seeing elephants wearing tutus on their ceiling. Clinics and hospitals quickly became overwhelmed by society’s most vulnerable members—the elderly and the very young. Add in crazy people seeing things, and the ERs had gotten many times the normal cases of gunshots and car crashes.

And then there were Cecilia’s cases. People like Brittany who came in deformed. Some arrived crazy. Others went insane afterward. Every one so far had died and their autopsies showed deformities in their brains. Something happened to their nerves causing them to warp. And the brain had a whole lot of nerves to warp.

“Maybe I should get something to eat.” Her stomach rumbled at the thought, but that might just be a reaction to the sludge they called coffee in this hospital. She’d been drinking it nonstop since the day she arrived. “Some kind of brain food.” She leaned back in her chair and stretched her spine. How long had she been slumped over that microscope? “Bet I’d know the best foods if I were a brain surgeon. And I’d know if the answer is in the neurotransmitters, too. If only I’d studied neurology, then maybe I’d have a clue.”

Or maybe not. Dennis on the couch—the one who had collapsed in exhaustion—was one of the top neurologists in the world, and he was as confused as she was.

Cecilia hopped off her stool and stretched her aching back. She thought about ditching her lab coat as she went in search of brain food, but it had deep pockets that held her many different colored pens, her Detroit Flu dedicated notepad, and her phone. No sense in—

“Dr. Hayes? Are you Dr. Hayes?”

Cecilia spun around on her toe, pretending for a moment that she was Brittany doing a gymnastic move. Such are the things her brain did when it was exhausted.

“Sorry,” she said as she finished her spin, smiling as she…


Big guy. Big black guy with the broadest shoulders she’d ever seen and a jagged scar that cut across his jaw. It was an old one, probably happened years ago and had never been stitched properly. Poor guy. A good plastic surgeon could have made it nearly invisible. Instead, it was one of the first things anyone saw when they looked at his face. But even with the scar, she had to admit he looked pretty sexy. It wasn’t just his muscles and cut body, but also because his expression seemed warm and open. Like he was a big, soft place for her whole being to rest.

She blinked, startled by her own thoughts. Must be the exhaustion. Meanwhile, she smiled as she dropped down onto her heels and walked toward him. “Dr. Hayes isn’t here. He had to go back to DC.” Or more accurately, he’d fled when he realized he was as clueless as the rest of them. She hadn’t thought the man was a coward, but two hours before the quarantine, he declared he had “important business” in DC and hopped on the last flight out of Detroit.

Cowardly wuss.

“Can I help you?”

The man gave her a weary smile as he gestured to her name on the lab coat. “Dr. Lu? Are you with the CDC?”

“Yup. Started with them right out of school.” Then she abruptly jumped to his side. “You’re bleeding!” His forearm had dark red spots in the shape of an animal bite. Most of it had sealed over, but some of the punctures were jagged and still bleeding sluggishly.

She grabbed his wrist with her right hand, turning the wound toward the light. Wow. He had big hands and it was impossible not to notice the strength in his wrist and forearm. Attraction stirred inside her, and she covered her embarrassment by yanking gloves out of a nearby box.

“Let’s get you down to the ER. Did you know the animal that bit you?” There had been scores of reports of pets going crazy. Docile lapdogs suddenly becoming vicious terrors. Old cats that barely moved from their spot in the sun abruptly tearing around and howling. The CDC didn’t have reliable statistics on it, not with the human problem their main focus. But Cecilia had heard enough stories just from the hospital staff to guess that the two were related.

She wanted to see if she could isolate the same bizarre enzyme in afflicted pets as she’d discovered in her patients, but she wasn’t a veterinarian. She’d already sent the request up the chain of command, but it would take some time. Plus asking the police to bring in any “crazy pets” that they found was like asking guys in a war zone to stop fighting for their lives to play with the wildlife. It was frustrating because she could take the samples herself. You didn’t need to be a veterinarian to pull blood and saliva, but she didn’t have the credentials or the resources to get the pets in the first place.

“Um, yeah,” the man answered. “It’s okay. I was an army medic. Already treated it.”

She rolled his wrist to look at the underside of the bite. “That’s a really big bite. Was this dog a pet?” She looked up, her mind scrambling with hope. Was this her clue? “Was it unusual for him to react like this? I mean, if he was a pet, did he suddenly get wild? Do you know where he is? Can you take me to him?”

Her questions came out rapid fire, her mind already sorting through research possibilities. She steadfastly ignored the fact that the last thing she should do is wander off after dog saliva samples. But it wasn’t like she was making progress here.

“Yeah, I can,” the man said. “And this was definitely weird.”

She snorted. “That’s what they call us. The Weird Ward.” Then she sobered as she realized that was probably an inappropriate comment. They were the CDC, after all. They were supposed to inspire confidence and scientific know-how. “I mean…um…” She flushed. “Look, let’s get you down to the ER to get those wounds cleaned up.” She wanted to take samples of his blood and swab the wounds even though he’d already doused it with antiseptic. You never knew what interesting stuff could survive an alcohol swipe. And she wanted to stay with him. He was the first warm, comfortable person she’d been around in a very long time. Everyone else was either a patient, panicked family, or another uptight scientist like herself, completely absorbed in fighting a possible pandemic. “Give me the address of the dog. I’ll have the cops pick it up.”

“Cops are spread too thin, and nobody gets close to my dog without me.”

She pounced on his words. “So this was your dog? Your pet? He doesn’t bite people normally, does he?”

“Of course not.” He turned and used his free hand to grab her elbow and started leading her out of the lab. “I can take you to him, no problem.”

She laughed as she fell in step with him. “I’m not equipped to handle a dog. Certainly not an angry one.”

“It’ll be fine. He’s my—”

“First things first. Let’s get you to the ER. What’s your name? I’m Dr. Lu, but you can call me Cecilia.”

“Hank Coleman,” he said, extending his good hand to shake hers. His palm was huge, easily dwarfing hers, but it surrounded her in a pleasing warmth. As did his eyes. Light brown in a dark face. The edges crinkled when he smiled at her, and though everything about him felt sexy, what she most noticed was how he felt calm. As if everything inside him was quiet when every part of her was edgy, ragged, and way too caffeinated. She liked that about him, and she felt herself settle into his rhythms as they walked.

“Nice to meet you, Hank,” she said, her words coming out a little breathless. “Tell me more about your dog. What breed? How old is he? How long have you had him?”

They walked together to the elevator as she peppered him with questions. He answered easily, frowning when he couldn’t remember the creature’s exact age and had no clue about the breed. The dog was a mutt, he said, with the sweetest temperament until this morning.

They stepped into the elevator and she waited for him to continue. He was just talking about his dog, but she loved the cadence of his deep voice. She could stand there listening to it for hours just to hear the rich timber of it. But he’d apparently run out of words and stood there, looking awkward.

“Tell me more about when he bit you. Did you notice anything different? Like was he foaming at the mouth or barking strangely?”

“Um, nothing like that. He was angry. Wouldn’t stop barking.” His words stumbled to a halt and she frowned. Most patients couldn’t stop talking about their attack. They usually rambled in a disorganized way, often focusing on all the wrong details. But Hank, here, seemed to be a man of very few words. That made him intriguing to her—and sexy as hell—so she focused even more on the details of his face, his body, and his words.

“What did you do that made him attack?” she pressed.

He rubbed his face, and she began to think something was off. As if he felt uncomfortable and that made her uneasy. But before she could ask him for more details, the elevator doors opened. They were on the main floor, but instead of heading to the ER, he steered her toward the outside door.

“This way,” she said as she tugged away from his grip. Or she tried to. He held her fast. “The ER—”

“I don’t need the ER. My car’s in the parking lot.”

She dug in her heels. She wasn’t one to judge based on size, color, or even an ugly scar, but she also wasn’t stupid. “I’m not going with you to get your dog.”

“He’s in my car. I brought him in because he’s not right.” Hank gave her an aw-shucks kind of shrug that was downright adorable. “That’s why I went to the CDC. He’s not okay. Thought you guys would know something about that.”

She wished.

“You’ve got him in a cage? In your car?”

He nodded. “Look, I can keep him quiet. I just want you to look at him.”

“Let me get security to help.” Safety had been drilled into her from her first days at the CDC. Protocol stated that she not walk outside with him even if it was just across the street into a well-lit parking lot. Except when she looked around, security was nowhere to be seen. Probably all in the ER dealing with a full house of hallucinations. All the hospitals had been overrun since the first appearance of the Detroit Flu. But once the quarantine went into effect, it had been wall-to-wall patients in every ER in the city. And the clinics. And even a dental surgery center.

Hank turned and looked her in the eye. His demeanor was quiet, his entire body language gentle. “Look,” he said softly. “I know I look scary, but I really am not here to hurt you. I served honorably as an army medic. I save people. Here, I’ll show you.” He pulled out his wallet and showed her his military ID.

She flushed, feeling stupid for doubting him. He didn’t seem scary. In truth, she was really attracted to him. His car was right across the street. But most important of all, she really wanted to look at his dog. She’d seen too many of the Flu victims at their worst. She needed to know if Hank’s dog was acting just like that. If there were physical changes like with the humans. Plus, dogs didn’t get hysterical like humans did. At least not in the same way. If this was finally the big clue she’d been waiting for, then she was really anxious to get on with it. It seemed silly to wait for security when the dog was just across the street.

“Okay,” she finally said. “Let’s go.”

His body softened then with a smile that came from deep inside. She could see the relief as it flowed through him, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. What she saw there was more of an apology. As if he was sorry for the trouble he was causing. Which was silly because this had to be the clue she’d been praying for. And how nice of the universe to deliver it in such a sexy package.

So she kept him talking, asking him questions as fast as they came to her, and they came really fast. He answered in frustrating monosyllables or something worse like “I don’t know. You’ll just have to see.” Talk about nonspecific.

They made it to a beat-up Chrysler 300, and he unlocked the back door and swung it wide with a see-for-yourself gesture. She started to duck to look inside when he caught her arm.

“Dr. Lu?”

She paused in a semi-crouch. “Yes?”

“I’ve been ordered to do this by my alpha. I disagree, but only an idiot disobeys in a crisis. And I don’t see another way.”

She didn’t know what to think. His words didn’t make any sense, but when she started to react, he added two more words.

“I’m sorry.”

And then it was too late.

Chapter 2

The attack came startlingly quick. So fast, Cecelia wasn’t even sure it was happening at first. She suddenly felt his large hands on her back and she was shoved down, hard.

Even then she was more confused than alarmed. She’d face-planted straight into the seat. There was no dog, no cage, nothing but an empty back seat. Her nose smashed flat and her breath was cut off as she tried to inhale leather.

Her mind started to catch up then. She needed to breathe, and her nose hurt. She cried out and reared backward, but he was damned fast, gripping her arms and wrenching them behind her. She felt hard thin plastic drawing her wrists tight together. A zip tie? And while she was still processing that, he wrapped one meaty arm around her knees and restrained her ankles.

What the hell? One second she was looking for a dog, and the next, she was hog-tied and he was shoving her legs into the backseat of his car.

Damn it, fight!

She screamed.

She screamed like her life depended on it. And she wrenched her body every which way, but it was too late. She was crunched with her knees at her nose as he shut the car door.

Oh shit! Oh shitshitshit!

She kicked back as hard as she could, but the door was solid. She tried to scramble upright while her shoulders screamed, and she tried to wriggle her hands free.

It was useless. And then he was in the front seat, turning the ignition, and slamming the car into gear as he pulled out of the parking lot. Didn’t anyone hear her? She was lying sideways on the seat and screaming with every breath.

“Help! Help! Help!”

He didn’t even flinch. Damn it, why hadn’t she noticed he was right by the far exit? It was late at night. No one heard her bellowing except him.

Fine. She’d bring her feet around and kick the back of his seat. Anything to disrupt him. And maybe she could get her hands on the door handle.

“Help!” Her words were a constant scream. Damn it! She kicked hard against the back of his seat.

He grunted, but that was it. He just kept driving. No time to waste. They were traveling farther and farther from the hospital.

“Help! Help! Help!”

It was awkward as hell, but she twisted on the seat. Pushed with her knees and…there! She fingered the car door handle and pulled. And pulled again. And pulled.


And now she was out of breath, gasping as she pulled in air.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calm and filled with an apology that might have touched her if she weren’t being abducted.

She hauled on the door handle again. Hell. The child protection lock was on. No way was she getting out from the backseat. Fine, she’d just climb into the front. Or maybe she’d head-butt him hard enough to knock him unconscious. Something. Anything.

She fell backward as he accelerated onto the freeway.

“I’ve got information on the Detroit Flu.”

She saw the headlights of another car. She was flat on her back on the seat, but at the sight of the headlights, she put extra force into screaming. If she could just get her feet around, maybe she could break the passenger window.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice cutting in whenever she had to draw breath. “I’ve got data. Information.”

“Help! Help!”

“You have to calm down.”

Her wrists were slick and painful. Blood? Sweat? She didn’t know and didn’t care. She drew back and shoved her feet outward as hard as she could against the window.

Like hitting a brick wall.

She did it again. Nothing.

“We’re trying to do the right thing,” he said. “You’re the CDC. You need this data.”

She kicked her feet again. WTF? Why wouldn’t the window break?

“I just want to give you the data. Then I’ll take you back to the hospital.”

She wasn’t screaming anymore. All her concentration was on slamming her feet into the window, which would not break. Her heart was pounding, and she couldn’t catch her breath. Why the hell wouldn’t the damn window break?

“What’s your email? I’ll email you the data.”

She didn’t want to listen to him. She didn’t want to hear his world-weary tone or his false promises that he wouldn’t hurt her. Except, of course she did. She wasn’t escaping. And head-butting him while they were on the freeway going sixty was a quick way to suicide. But most of all, he kept saying weird things. Stuff that she didn’t expect to come from an abductor. Who kidnapped a woman then asked to send data to her email?

She stared at him, her breath coming in short, gasping pants through her burning throat. She couldn’t possibly have heard him correctly. But when she stared at him, he was holding up his phone.

“Your email address, Dr. Lu. Spell it for Siri, please.”

She frowned. He had a message app open with the microphone turned on.

“You want my email address?”

“I’ll text it to my boss. He’ll email you the data. They sent it to me, but I can’t email and drive.”

“Abduction is a felony. It carries the death penalty.”

“No, it doesn’t. And Michigan abolished the death penalty in 1846. One of the few good things about this state.”

Great. Her abductor had a wry sense of humor.

“Life in prison sucks, too,” she said. “Most people say it’s worse.”

“Nah. Death is always worse.” His gaze met hers in the rearview mirror. “At least it is for me. I can survive just about anything.”

She believed it. Something about the flatness in his expression had her believing he’d seen a lot worse things than she could even imagine. And while she was processing that, he set his phone down.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Dr. Lu. I swear. But we’re not exactly normal people here, so we didn’t know how to get you this information. People are dying. We’re trying to help.”

“So you abduct the nearest doctor?”

He huffed out his breath. “I went to the CDC. I was looking for Dr. Hayes.”

“He bailed. To DC.”

He snorted. “Figures. So yeah, I grabbed you. You were awake and right there. But only to make you believe and to give you the data. Now will you please spell your email address for Siri?”

God, he seemed so reasonable. But why the hell hadn’t he just asked for her email address at the hospital? “You didn’t have to throw me into your car for my email address.”

“You have to see the truth before you believe the data. Please?” He tilted the phone at her. And damn it, it wasn’t like she could kick out his car window and leap out. She’d tried. And that’s when she realized why.

“Bulletproof windows?”


Hell. Who ran around Detroit with bulletproof windows? Gangsters, drug lords, anyone who lived near 8 Mile assuming they could afford it. She swallowed. Just whom was she dealing with?

“We’re trying to help, Dr. Lu.”

She nodded and pitched her voice to his phone, spelling out her email address so that it appeared in full on the screen.

“Thank you,” he said as he hit send. “They’ll send you all the data they’ve got.”

She blew out a breath. “Okay. So take me back—”

“Well, here’s the thing. You’re not going to believe any of it until you see for yourself. Like really see.”

She sighed, reluctantly starting to believe his tale. Obviously, he was involved in crime of some sort. He’d zip tied her with professional speed and had bulletproof windows. And since the CDC had already figured out that whatever was causing the Detroit Flu was most likely man-made, it stood to reason that a criminal element might have information they didn’t.

“Data is data,” she said. “We don’t have to see anything but the numbers. If it’s repeatable then we don’t care where it came from.”

She watched his mouth tighten. He didn’t say anything, just waited her out. In fact, it was the exact expression she used when her aunts started talking to her about how to catch a husband. She pressed her lips together, assumed a fake expression of interest, and waited until they finished with their nonsense.

“Do you even know how real science works? If it’s a real lead, you just have to send it to us. We’ll look at it.”

“Because you always open files from strange email addresses.”

Okay, so he had a point. “Fine. You have my email address. Take me back to the hospital and I’ll look at it.”

“You have to see first. Otherwise, you won’t believe.”

She snorted. “Let me guess. Weird body changes. Hair. Claws, even dental. Look, we’ve seen the disfigurements—”

“Shape-shifters, Dr. Lu. The Detroit Flu activates shifter DNA. Full shifters go adrenaline-rush crazy. Normal people just feel sick and hallucinate for a bit. But those with only some shifter DNA? They become different. Hybrids, if they don’t die from the stress.”

Ah hell, she’d been kidnapped by a crazy person. Then she snorted. Of course, he was crazy. He was a kidnapper!

“Werewolves. Bear-shifters. Cat-shifters. All of them exist. And yeah, I know you don’t believe me, which is why you have to see. But I can’t shift while driving my car so I’m taking you somewhere safe to show you.”

No sense arguing. She needed to focus only on the true details in his crazy reality. “Where? Where is safe?”

“The Griz have a central—”

His words were cut off as his phone vibrated. He grunted under his breath, then frowned. She saw it distinctly as he cut her a hard look.

“Make a sound—any sound—and I’ll knock you unconscious. Got it?”


  • "With intelligence and wit, Kathy Lyons revolutionizes shifter romance."—Fresh Fiction
  • "Alpha Unleashed is a fast-paced, wild bear-shifter ride! I loved it!"—New York Times bestselling author Jennifer Ashley
  • "Superbly crafted, smart, action-packed, innovative, thrilling: a winner all the way!—Fresh Fiction on Alpha Unleashed

On Sale
Sep 11, 2018
Page Count
304 pages
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Kathy Lyons

About the Author

Kathy Lyons is the wild, adventurous half of USA Today bestselling author Jade Lee. A lover of all things fantastical, Kathy spent much of her childhood in Narnia, Middle Earth, Amber, and Earthsea, just to name a few. There is nothing she adores more than turning an ordinary day into something magical, which is what happens all the time in her books. Winner of several industry awards including the Prism-Best of the Best, Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and Fresh Fiction’s Steamiest Read, Kathy has published over 50 romance novels, and she’s just getting started. Check out her latest news at

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