Josiah's Command

By Kayla Gabriel

Josiah Beran is fed up with his big, rowdy sons. All six men are big, built, and virile, but none of them has ever so much as considered settling down with a mate.
As far as Josiah sees it, the Beran men have a duty to continue the bloodline and sire Berserker bear offspring, but all any of them has done is their sow wild oats. Josiah makes a decision that will change Luke, Wyatt, Cameron, Gavin, Noah, and Finn’s lives forever.
When the Alpha of the Beran family summons them home to the Montana Lodge, his sons have no choice but to obey. Josiah makes a shocking decree, and he’s not willing to hear excuses. Anyone who resists will be banished from the clan and from the Montana Lodge wilderness refuge, the only safe place where bears shifters can roam free in their true forms.
Will these six swaggering bad boys choose to reform their skirt-chasing ways, or will they face the possibility of losing their inheritance, names, and native land?

• Language: English
• Publisher: KSA Publishing Consultants, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 26, 2020

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Gavin

Gavin Beran slowed his pace, looking at the fitness monitor strapped just below the wristwatch on his right arm. He’d made good time, running an eight-mile loop that showcased the best of downtown Billings, Montana. He’d picked up running as a stress-relieving hobby in high school, and now at age thirty he was in fantastic shape. Not that Berserkers could really be in bad shape, of course. He’d never met a Berserker male under sixty that wasn’t tall, fit, and packed with muscle. It was just how werebears were formed, apparently.

He paused before his condo building on North Broad street, hands on his knees as his breathing evened out. It was a perfect early May evening, nice enough that he might venture out to the new craft beer bar down the street, the one with the great patio and huge selection of beers. Maybe he’d even find one of those sexy human waitresses to take home. That redhead that had caught his eye last time, the one who’d flirted with him for so long that he’d gotten piss-drunk and ended up staggering the ten blocks back to his apartment to sleep it off alone.

Entering the quiet marble-floored lobby of his building, he skipped the elevator and took the stairs up three flights to his fourth-floor home. The condo was just blocks from the office where Gavin worked, and the view wasn’t half bad. Not that downtown Billings had much of a skyline, of course.

The second he was in the door of his condo, he heard his phone ringing. The landline phone, the one he really only had for two reasons: in case of tornadoes, when cell phone towers might be in peril, and for his mother, who liked to leave long messages on his outdated answering machine. She hated the advent of cell phones, bemoaning caller ID and the fact that none of her six sons ever answered their devices, no matter how mobile. So on, so forth.

Gavin heard the garbled tone of his own recorded voice followed by a long beep, and as he hit the kitchen he listened for his mother’s message.

Gavin, came a deep voice. Gavin started; it was not his mother, but his father. He couldn’t remember the last time his father had called him, if ever.

Gavin, I expect you to return my call within the hour, his father snapped. Then the line disconnected.

Brows rising, Gavin walked over to the phone. Picking it up, he dialed his parents’ number.

Berans’, his father growled.

It’s Gavin.

His father paused for a long moment, a kind of hesitation that Gavin had perhaps never witnessed from the man.

We need a family meeting. Get everyone here this weekend, his father said.

Is everything okay? Is Ma okay?

Just do what I say, son.

Is this about that mating thing you were explaining a few weeks ago? Gavin asked, unable to keep his curiosity in check.

I didn’t call you for a bunch of bullshit and questions.

That’s only four days of notice, sir, Gavin said, choosing his words with care. His father’s bear was always close to the surface, ready to rise and shred anyone who