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MATCHED TO HIS BEARS
THE DATES OF OUR LIVES
BOOK FIFTEEN

LORELEI M. HART
COLBIE DUNBAR

SURRENDERED PRESS
 CONTE NTS

1. Anson
2. Hector
3. Travis
4. Anson
5. Hector
6. Travis
7. Anson
8. Hector
9. Travis
10. Anson
11. Hector
12. Travis
13. Anson
14. Hector
15. Travis
16. Anson
17. Hector
18. Travis
19. Anson
20. Hector
21. Travis
22. Anson
23. Travis
24. Hector
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Matched to His Bears

Copyright © 2024 by Lorelei M. Hart & Colbie Dunbar
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 1

ANSON

I checked my phone and groaned because I was late.

It was almost seven, and I was still on the bus. I used to have a car, but it stayed in the garage all week because the public
transport in my city was efficient, cheap, and produced less pollution than if all the passengers had driven to work. I’d sold the
car, and if I was at a work function, I booked a rideshare home.
This week there’d been extensive road works on my bus route, causing the delays, and I was late to watch my favorite serial,
Shifter World. For sure I’d be tossing cushions at the TV screen as I did every night, because Greg and Finn, my favorite
characters, weren’t sleeping together yet.
The writers had drawn out their will-they, won’t-they routine for years, and I’d written to the producers, demanding they give
us, their loyal followers, a happy ending.
How I wished the many twists and turns in Shifter World had happened to me. Not the being dumped, thrown in jail, and having
affairs left, right, and center antics. No, I wanted to be a spy, sussing out possible collaborators while falling in love and
having kids. And if shifters were real, I wanted one for a mate.
I’d auditioned for a bit part in Shifter World one summer when I was at college but didn’t get it. Probably a good thing or I’d
have spent time on set swooning after the actors and asking for autographs.
The bus trundled to my stop, and I leaped out, almost twisting my ankle. Racing the half-block to my house, I flung myself in the
front door—it was a good idea to install a thumbprint lock—and onto the sofa. I’d missed a minute, but that was a recap of last
week’s episodes.
Kicking off my shoes, I lay on the couch, engrossed in every scene, and during the ads, I grabbed snacks and water.
“Shocker,” I yelled to an empty room. “Greg and Finn danced around one another.” Predictably, I threw cushions at the TV and
texted my friend. We often did a Shifter World watchalong on the weekend where they replayed that week’s episodes.
Shawn and I messaged back and forth about the sets, how the actors gazed at one another, what nefarious plots some of them
were involved in, and predicted what would happen on the next episode.
But Shawn rocked my world. There are rumors in online forums that Shifter World might end this year.
My heart flip flopped as I imagined my nights without the soap opera.
Don’t believe everything you read, I told him. I sounded dismissive, but I grabbed a cushion and screamed into it.
When I was done and I had wiped away the tears, I got up and checked what was in the fridge. With no energy to cook, I made
myself a sandwich and grabbed an apple. While I ate, I thought about how a soap opera was such an important part of my life
and why I’d had a meltdown at the whisper of it finishing its years-long run.
I didn’t have to dig deep to come up with the why. The characters were my friends, my family, and in my dreams, I often
inserted myself into Shifter World scenarios. Longing for a family, a husband, kids and all that entailed, such as opening
presents on Christmas morning, the soap opera characters filled the hole in my life.
Shawn and I were often up late at night discussing plots, and while we were both in Shifter World forums, the rabid-fan spats
were too much for me. I was a lover not a fighter—in my head, anyway. There was not much love between the sheets in this
house.
It was so damned hard to meet anyone. I’d joined a library, hoping I’d meet an omega who, when he peered at me over his
glasses, would fall for me instantly, and we’d tear off one another’s clothes between the stacks. But the only people I met at my
local library were grumpy old men reading newspapers who shushed anyone who breathed too loudly.
There were dance classes where a guy broke my toe with his two left feet and a pottery class where my pot whizzed off the
wheel, slapping the teacher in the face. I’d joined an early-morning running group where the head of the group was so fierce
about my lack of technique, I burst into tears, telling him he was an ass, and he banned me from the group. Asshat.
There were some alphas who would have argued with him, challenged him, maybe punched his lights out, but that wasn’t me. I
was all about the quiet life.
Shawn had dragged me to a few clubs on weekends, but they were dark, the music was loud, the drinks expensive, and I
cowered in a corner, leaving as soon as I could because all those people drunkenly breathing on me was a turnoff and scary! I
was manhandled when I told one omega I didn’t want to dance and had had the bruises to prove it.
The phone beeped, sending my heart racing, thinking it was Shawn with more bad news. I ignored it and answered work
emails. But the damned phone wouldn’t stop dinging, and when it was eventually quiet, it rang. I buried it under a cushion and
continued to type.
I sighed because I couldn’t avoid the bad news forever. It was Shawn, but when I scrolled through his messages, he was
rabbiting on about a dating app. Oh no! We’d been down that rabbit hole before. I giggled at my bunny references, but my friend
reminded me of one, with his cute twitchy nose and adorable ears.
No dating apps, I texted.
The phone rang while I was still holding it. “Shawn.”
That was the only word I got out because a stream of words shot out through the phone, and I held it away from my ear. I caught
love, hate, and ta-da, which didn’t make much sense. He sounded as though he’d been running. Maybe he joined that group I
was a member of for five whole minutes and he’d raced home after they treated him badly.
“Slow down and start from the beginning.”
“There’s this dating app that’s been around for a while, and there’s a rumor one of the producers or something of Shifter World
is involved, maybe even owns it.” His squeeing was infectious, and I jumped up and down on the couch. But when I calmed
down, I figured it might not be healthy to mix a fantasy world with the real one.
But the more Shawn spoke, the more intrigued I became. It was a simple concept where you listed one love and one hate, hence
the name, Love & Hate.
“I’m signing up, and I’m going to post on the helpline, and maybe the Shifter World person will reply.”
Poor Shawn. I thought I was deeply immersed in the Shifter World fandom, but he was ten levels above me. Or was it below if
he was in deep? My tired brain couldn’t compute. Whoever owned the Shifter World production company wouldn’t be on an
app, even if they also owned it, helping people who’d clicked the wrong button or had input their incorrect birth date.
“I’ll send you a link.”
I agreed and hung up. It beeped again a second later, but I needed a cup of tea before I downloaded the new app and went
through the instructions. And it was getting late. Did I want to do it now or wait until tomorrow? If I did it this evening, I’d be
awake all night wondering if someone had responded to my love and hate. But if I put it off, I’d dream of how I met my one and
only and how he looked like Finn. Or maybe he was more of a Greg.
It’d been a long day, so I compromised by thinking about my one love and one hate. It was harder than I thought, but my first
love was Shifter World. That would weed out anyone who thought soap operas were only for retired folk and stay-at-home
parents and poked fun at them.
I was tempted to change it to Greg and Finn. I puzzled over whether I should change it, but that was pretty OTT, so I left it as it
was. The one hate was pretty easy: public transport that ran late.
My prep was done, and I filled in the app details that all apps, whether dating or otherwise, wanted, and added my love and
hate. But how could I avoid looking at it all night? If Shawn were here, he’d confiscate it.
In the end, I decided on the garden shed. It was locked and no one would break in there to steal a few boxes of crap, a rake,
and leaf blower. No way would I get up in the middle of the night and trudge into the garden with a flashlight.
Would I?
 2

H E C TO R

“I can do anything for one week. I can do anything for one week. I can do anything for one week,” I mumbled to myself over
and over, willing it to be true.
My beast did not agree.
When my boss asked me to do the training, he said I could do it online or in person. I agreed to the former. Why wouldn’t I? It
meant the possibility of a promotion, and the company was paying for it, not me. Everything was fine and dandy.
That was until the company offering the training decided that online “didn’t have the same impact” that in-person did and
canceled that side of their business. If my boss was a shifter, I could have been straight with him, told him that my bear hated
being where the trees were sparse and the scent of exhaust covered everything. But George was human, and I couldn’t see a
way out of this trip.
It sucked. But it was only one week. As true as that was, it already felt like a decade, and I’d only left my house the night
before. I probably should’ve shifted before I left. I took the train to avoid dealing with city traffic, and five minutes in my beast
was already bitching at me.
The speakers squawked, and the conductor let us know that we were only one stop away from my final destination, which
happened to be the end of the line. Did that have the guy sitting next to me take that as a sign to turn off his horror movie, the
one he’d had on full blast in his headphones? Of course not. If the boss ever decided to make me travel again, I was a thousand
percent demanding one of those private cars. That was for sure.
My beast heard that we were about to pull into the station, and instead of chilling with the end in sight, he pushed me harder. I
didn’t think he would really fur out on a train, but I wasn’t willing to risk it. I pushed him down.
“Sir, do you need a bag?” the conductor asked as they walked past for their final walk through.
“No. Why?”
“You looked… never mind.”
I looked like a shifter controlling their beast, but if they wanted to interpret that as having a crap stomach, that was probably for
the best.
We pulled in a few minutes later. I was so grateful. It took forever to de-board the train, but the fresh air coming through the
door sated my bear enough to calm his ass down. Being in the middle of the car wasn’t ideal. I had to wait for a ton of people
before I could even exit my seat. But it was a thousand times better than if I had to walk through cars first, like I suspected
would be the case on the way back based on my seat assignment. I’d cross that bridge when I got to it.
My carry-on in tow, I worked my way toward the baggage. My bear wanted me to leave without bothering, but wearing the
same outfit every day to the training would get stinky quickly. And besides, at most it was only going to add a few minutes. It
wasn’t like I was asking him to stay there until the middle of the night or anything.
The bags were already being unloaded when I arrived. It was every man for himself. People were so sure that they were going
to miss their bag coming around the first time that they would take someone out to be up front. It was ridiculous, given that the
bags were literally right there and would still be there if they had to walk two feet.
I watched as little old ladies hip-checked people to get their bags, others pushed their way through to get theirs, and one person
even yelled at someone for not getting a bag for them. I wasn’t sure how they thought the poor guy knew they wanted him to. All
manners were officially out the window, and that was why I waited for the crowd to clear out. One more shoulder bump or
shove to the side over a bag and I might just control my bear enough that he’d growl or my eyes would shift before I could stop
him. No one needed that.
Once I had my bag in hand, I went out the closest door. It wasn’t where I’d be able to grab a ride, but that was fine. Walking
into the fresh air was a thousand times better than being in the stale, smelly atmosphere inside. And it wasn’t that it stank of
body odor. There were just so many perfumes and types of fabrics, and the food… so much stale food people packed to eat
along the way. Outside was a thousand percent better.
I pulled out my phone and turned it on so I could call for a ride share. My boss had authorized me to rent a car, but driving in
the city would be dreadful, with me in the wrong lane and other drivers yelling at me. I’d much rather pay someone else to do
it. And by that I meant to have my boss pay.
It took a bit for my phone to reboot, and when it did, the thing exploded. Message after message after notification after
notification. Most of the messages were from the train reminding me to check in, the size they allowed for carry-on, when we
took off, the two minutes we were arriving early, and on and on and on.
I ignored all of it and pulled up the app I needed and put in for a ride. Being at the train station, I expected it to be quick.
Instead, when I finally reached the waiting area, I had to wait for another forty-five minutes.
Watching my phone to see where the car I called was located was as entertaining as it sounded, but at least it gave me
something to do. Lesson learned. Next time I needed to order ahead—if there was a next time.
Please don’t let there be a next time.
Finally my ride, a teal minivan, pulled up.
“Hector?” the woman driving the car called out her window.
“Yeah. Can I put this in the back?” I held up my suitcase and heard the telltale click of her unlocking the tailgate.
I pulled it open to put my bag in and instantly scented shifter. Not a bear, but a shifter. Maybe they could help me figure out a
decent place to shift. I shut it, and it went down a little too quickly.
“Sorry, I slammed the tailgate too hard.” I sat in my seat and then proceeded to do the same to the sliding door. “And that one
too.”
“No worries. If your bear is anything like my lion, being in a metal tube on a rail wasn’t their favorite thing. It’s probably him
acting out.”
I wasn’t sure if that was the case, but it was nice she put the shifter thing out there so I didn’t have to.
“Yeah. He was not impressed.”
She double-checked my destination and pulled out.
“It will be about half an hour in today’s traffic. I promise I’m not doing the ‘take the tourist the wrong way’ thing.”
“I’m here for work, and I hadn’t considered you would, especially knowing that my beast is being a butt.” If anything, she’d
want to avoid him ripping her minivan’s seats. “Speaking of my bear, is there someplace I can sneak off to shift around here?”
“Are you getting a car?” That didn’t sound promising.
“No. But I can if needed.”
“Then I can give the location of a safe place for shifters to let their fur out, but it’s nearly an hour.”
“An hour? Locals can’t shift unless they drive an hour away?” How were there any shifters even here? That had to be a
horrible existence for their poor beasts.
“There’s a private park slash club within the city limits, but it’s pricey and only for locals and their families.” She slammed on
her brakes, the car in front of her deciding to slow down for a reason I couldn’t figure out. “And squirrel and raccoon shifters
and the like can shift without being noticed.” She kept on talking as if we hadn’t nearly gotten into an accident.
I decided it was best to let her concentrate and took out my phone to deal with all the notifications I’d ignored earlier. Most
were from work, or more accurately, the training group I was to meet up with in the morning. And of course, there were some
advertisements. But what stole my interest was the Love & Hate app. It had switched over to my new location automatically
and wanted to connect me to some local shifters.
Maybe that was what I needed—a hook-up with a local. It couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like I had anything else to do when the work
training came to a close each night.
 3

T R AV I S

This is the life. I cast my line into the river.

Sure is, my bear replied, though he was itching to shift and catch fish himself rather than waiting for me to do it the human way.
It’s soooo slow, he complained.
It was early morning and some of the woodland animals were still asleep, while others were heading to their burrows. Before
dawn was the best time for fishing, though many people favored dusk. Here in my corner of the world, on a piece of land I
owned, I lived out my life without alarm clocks and knocks at the door.
My bear harrumphed because the description made me seem like a backwoods man who never saw another person and went to
town once a year. Not true. There were other shifters in my area living in log cabins as I did, but I might go days without seeing
them. And I was only an hour from the city and went in every couple of weeks. I also had a phone and wifi because I worked
from home.
It was the best of both worlds: I got the privacy I craved and all the advantages of modern life without having to commute or
breathe polluted air.
After wandering back to my cabin, I was on the porch removing my boots when the phone rang. I never took it when fishing
because no one phoned that early in the morning, and despite being a shifter with superior hearing and sight, I was kinda
clumsy. My friends were puzzled over a bear shifter who tripped over his own feet.
It’s embarrassing. My bear rolled his eyes whenever I stumbled or fell head first into the river or a muddy puddle.
Striding inside, I grabbed the phone. Grandpa. My heart paused and so did my breathing until my bear massaged my heart, and I
took a deep breath.
“Hi, Grandpa.” I tried to keep my voice even, unlike the contents of my belly which were ricocheting around my insides.
“Travis, my favorite grandson. Been out fishing?”
Hearing my grandfather’s voice on the line, not a policeman and not a neighbor saying he’d been taken to the hospital, the day
brightened and I vowed to visit him this afternoon.
“You know me so well, Grandpa.”
“Found a mate yet?”
I cringed, wishing I could say yes, but he was aware there were no unmated alphas in my vicinity. “Nope. There are slim
pickings out here, as you well know.”
“That’s why you need to come live in the city.”
“I love my solitude, Grandpa.”
He sighed. “That’s not why I’m calling. I have big news.”
“Okay.” He was in his seventies, so big news could be bad, as in he was in the hospital or he’d sold his house, bought a van,
and was going to travel the country. “Spill.”
“The senior living community has a place for me.”
He’d put his name down years ago, because if you waited until you needed it, you’d be left with few choices. And while he
could stay in his own home a while longer, if you didn’t accept an offer, your name went to the bottom of the list or you were
kicked off it.
“Oh.” It was the end of an era, as I recalled sitting on a swing in his backyard, under a towering oak tree; his vegetable garden
where I’d helpfully pulled out weeds that turned out not to be weeds; and the meals we’d eaten on the back porch where he’d
tell me of his childhood. It would all end when he moved and sold the house.
“I need a favor because I can’t pack up the house alone.”
That was Grandpa’s first admission that he wasn’t as spritely as he once was.
“I’m on my way. See you in just over an hour.”
I showered, packed a bag, and drove into the city.
Traffic. Blah! My beast was not a fan of bumper-to-bumper cars. I warned him packing up a house wasn’t done overnight, not
unless you hired a team of movers. I had my laptop which was all I needed to work. That and my phone.
Grandpa greeted me with lunch on the back porch. Whereas once he would have had three courses because he loved food, and
his cooking prowess was legendary; but now it was sandwiches and muffins, which was more than enough, but the comparison
to previous years was obvious.
“My friend down the road is moving to the same senior living community, and he says the place has plenty of hot guys.”
I stifled a giggle and the urge to pretend to be shocked and shout, “Grandpa.” Age didn’t dull the desire for love and sex! I
hoped I’d be as perky as him when I was his age.
He wasn’t moving into a room with a bathroom, but a small one-bedroom apartment where he could lock the door each night.
He could cook his own food or join everyone in the dining hall, so he could be as independent or reliant as he wanted.
“We can make a start tomorrow, and the first thing we need to do is decide what you want to throw, donate, sell, or keep.”
Even after doing that, he’d probably have too much stuff, and we’d have to whittle it down, but that process would get rid of
years of accumulated stuff.
“Your room’s ready. Might be some dust in the corners, but that never hurt anyone.”
Unless you had allergies, which I didn’t.
“Maybe we can tackle the garden shed first.” I visited one of my grandfather’s friends in the community last year. Grandpa
would have a tiny garden, mainly consisting of pots, so he wouldn’t need most of what was in the shed.
The first few days were hard, as Grandpa paused every few minutes and reminisced about an object he’d bought with his mate
or he told a tale associated with a photo. He wanted to keep everything, and I wished we had one of those TV experts who
removed clutter in a day.
The days were long, and every morning I’d wake up to a new ache. Maybe I should’ve been moving into the senior community
with my grandfather.
The phone dinged, and I fumbled with it, my eyes still closed, hoping it wasn’t the office. Grandpa and I worked together in the
morning, and after lunch, I left him to putter around and go through his things. That resulted in him sitting in a room, emptying
boxes of newspaper clippings, and trawling through memories decades old.
Afternoons were for my work, and the plan was to help my grandfather again after dinner. But we were both pooped by early
evening, and I ordered food before we slumped in front of the TV and Grandpa fell asleep snoring until I told him to go to bed.
With one eye open, I squinted at the phone and read the message previews. What? Someone was babbling about my love and
hate. There were invitations to lunch, dinner, and a quick fuck in an office stairwell. I scrolled through them before using face
recognition to access the phone.
There was an app I didn’t recognize, and an icon with an L and H entwined with what appeared to be a wolf’s head as the
background, and a small S in the corner. I’d never downloaded that app. What the fuckity fuck?
Opening it, I discovered the name: Love & Hate. Ridiculous name for a dating app. Who the heck signed up for these things?
Me, apparently, and with no memory of doing it.
You didn’t. My bear didn’t care about phones and apps, but having another being inside me acted like a memory rewind button.
When I forgot something, he was able to remind me.
Who did? No, don’t answer that. Grandpa. Why didn’t you stop him?
How? By shifting and growling at him?
My grandfather wasn’t a shifter like me, but he had been mated to a bear shifter, and his daughter, my mother, was also a shifter.
While he’d lived all his adult life with a bear, scaring a elderly man in the middle of the night wasn’t recommended.
Apparently he’d taken my phone when I was asleep and returned it around dawn. I adored him, but he was a meddler. He’d
been mated in his early twenties, and I was close to thirty. Too late to find my one and only, according to him.
My finger hovered over the app, ready to delete it. I hesitated, wondering if it was worth taking a peek at the responses. I’d
probably fall down a hole of dick jokes, guys wanting to inspect my hole, and asking for my measurements—and not my height
and weight.
First I checked out what Grandpa had written about me. I love meeting new people and hate being alone. What? That
described someone else, a person I didn’t recognize. But it might be fun to play along. I might get a date.
Another message arrived.
Do you like whipped cream?
With what, I wondered before putting the phone down and going back to sleep. But Grandpa had the last laugh, because I
dreamed of an omega licking cream off my cock.
And I woke up hard!
 4

ANSON

“I got a match.”
Leaping up from the couch, I danced around the living room. Twirling and swirling, I ripped off my button-down and did a strip
tease, rubbing the shirt over my ass and swaying. Not that I’d ever danced, let alone stripped, for a lover.
Travis! Even his name was cute.
I wished Love & Hate allowed photo uploads, but I understood why they didn’t. No, they did, but people had to agree, and
Travis hadn’t. Maybe he wanted to connect with someone without letting looks interfere with his decision
Before I responded to Travis, I messaged Shawn, asking what to say, but he wasn’t answering his texts.
Must be on a date because he always responds.
While I pondered my reply, I went over what Travis had said about my love and hate. He also enjoyed Shifter World and
watched the reruns in the morning with his friends. That had me questioning what he did for work, but many people worked
from home these days and perhaps he did shift work.
Don’t make assumptions before you meet the guy, I told myself.
He was in complete agreement about public transport, saying he rarely used his car. I liked that he was also environmentally
conscious, and it was so cute when he said, Go green. Isn’t that what the young folks say?
There was a gap of some hours before his next response of Maybe you’d like to grab a coffee? I’m in town for a few weeks.
I squeed because he wanted to meet up. Coffee was good, rather than a movie or dinner. I pictured sitting with someone I didn’t
like and being captive in a movie theater.
But shoot, he wasn’t from here. What if he was the one and we made plans and then poof, he left? I’d go with him. There was
nothing tying me to the city other than a job and the home I owned. But there’d be more jobs and more homes.
I’d love to.
My heart galloped as I studied the phone, willing Travis to respond. Come on. A distraction was what I needed. A shower.
Perfect. If I watched the phone, nothing would happen, but as soon as I soaped myself up, Travis would message.
But even though I placed the phone on the vanity, I turned the water on and off, thinking I’d heard it dinging. Damn. That was
pointless because I had dregs of shampoo in my hair and I’d hardly washed myself.
Shifter World. I’d immerse myself in the program and forget about Travis for thirty minutes.
But whenever Greg and Finn were in a scene and interacted, I imagined them saying Anson and Travis. I traipsed into the
kitchen, and as I poked my head in the pantry looking for dinner inspiration, the phone beeped.
Hurling myself over the sofa—wow, I didn’t know I could do that—I grabbed it, my fingers trembling as I stabbed the Love &
Hate app.
Travis suggested a time and date. Tomorrow. So soon. I had to mentally prepare myself for a date ‘cause it’d been so long
since I’d been on one.
Okay, I typed, though if Travis could see and hear me bouncing up and down, he’d think I was gushing rather than tapping on
the phone’s teeny-tiny keyboard.
I was awake most of the night, planning what to wear and whether I should get to the coffee shop early and be there first or
arrive right on time and saunter over to my date. The café was close to my office, and there was no time to go home first. I took
a change of clothes, deodorant, and a toothbrush with me so I’d be as minty fresh as possible without having a shower.
Arriving at the coffee shop a minute before the appointed time, I wiped my hands on a tissue and threw it in the garbage before
opening the door. But as my eyes scanned the room for Travis—he said he’d be wearing a blue shirt—my knees gave out, and I
sagged against the door.
Wowza! Travis was hot, hot, hot! He lifted a hand and gave a half-hearted wave, as though he was disappointed at seeing me.
Oh gods, maybe I should have worn a different shirt.
We greeted one another awkwardly, him bending forward and me thinking he was going to kiss me.
After ordering our drinks, we made small talk. Turned out he only lived an hour away, so I mentally added a check mark in his
pro column, but he shredded a napkin while we chatted. Perhaps the guy was as nervous as I was. I suffered from sweaty
palms, and he tore bits of paper.
“How about Greg and Finn?” I giggled, eagerly awaiting his response. As we were both huge Shifter World fans, I figured that
would get the conversation flowing.
His blank expression didn’t inspire confidence. “Who?”
Either his nerves were clouding his thoughts or Travis wasn’t the guy I thought he was.
“The Shifter World characters?” Now I grabbed a napkin and tore it. The wait staff were going to be peeved when they bussed
the table. We’d have to take the shreds with us.
“Oh right, them. Yeah, they’re okay.” He glanced at his lap, and my excitement which had been deflating since I arrived,
popped as though someone had pricked it. “My grandfather loves that show.”
Grandfather? Hmmm. I picked up a sugar sachet and dumped the contents in my coffee, even though I didn’t take sugar. Taking a
big gulp, I grimaced at the overly sweet taste.
“I’m really sorry.” Travis gripped his mug with both hands.
Huh? Why was he apologizing? Either this match was a waste of time and we could leave and never have to see one another
again, or I could ask him. Gathering my courage, I asked, “Is there something wrong with me?”
“Gods, no,” he blurted out. “You’re per… great.”
I was per…? Damn, he had to finish that sentence. Great didn’t cut it. I was per something.
“I have a confession.” He worried his bottom lip.
No, go back to me being per… I sighed. “Okay. Go on.”
“You’re not the only alpha I spoke with on Love & Hate.”
My dreams crumpled, and Travis stamped on the remains. I bit my lip, willing the tears to stay back. He couldn’t see me cry.
“I wanted to be honest because you seem like a great guy, and I’d hate our first date to be based on a lie.” He opened his mouth
to continue but snapped it shut. Maybe there was something else he was hiding, his lack of Shifter World knowledge perhaps.
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
“You’re so nice. I would have yelled and stormed outta here.”
“Nah.” I tapped my feet on the floor. “That’s me prepping to stomp out.”
Travis laughed, and I joined in.
“I feel so guilty, but you both sounded perfect.”
And there it was. The per word was perfect. Shame another alpha was also per… per… perfect.
“Don’t. We hadn’t made any lifetime commitment.” I had done that in my head, but that didn’t count.
“True, but it felt a little icky keeping it hidden.”
“Go on your date. Maybe that guy is the one person on this earth for you.” Travis’s eyes swam with tears as I spoke. And I
meant what I said, or my head did. My heart was thumping and telling me to throw myself at my date.
Travis drained his coffee and took my hand. I almost jerked away as a bolt of something surged through my veins, and my cock
responded.
“Anson, I really like you, but I’m committed to this other date.”
“I won’t stand in the way of your happiness.” That was how we parted, with him heading one way and me ordering a rideshare.
I wiped away a tear and sniffed as the driver pulled onto the road. Travis was a keeper, but someone else might want to keep
him.
Back at home, I changed into PJs and grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer. Tonight called for a rewatch of my favorite
Shifter World episode.
A guy like Travis was how I imagined my future husband. Hot and sexy, yes, but that was the packaging. Inside, he was sweet,
kind, and honest.
I picked up the phone, thinking I’d look at Love & Hate. Travis wouldn’t be the only nice omega there. I consoled myself with
too much ice cream, the sugary concoction making my teeth ache, and I howled at Greg and Finn almost… almost getting
together.
If I was a meanie, I’d concentrate hard and my thoughts might make Travis miss the date or the other guy be an asshat. But I
couldn’t summon the energy. Fate would either bring Travis back or not.
The phone pinged, and my heart leaped, thinking Travis had decided not to see the other alpha! But it was Shawn raving about
his date and how they were meant for one another.
I sent him an eggplant emoji.
 5

H E C TO R

Travis, the guy I matched with, was all I could think about. We hadn’t really talked much, but my bear was already in agreement
that he was going to be good for us. Maybe he was a bear? I’d find out soon enough.
In a mate, I didn’t care what kind of shifter fate set out for me. Why would I? They obviously knew hella better than I did about
such things. But for a one-night or at the very most one-week hook-up? Being with another bear would be much simpler.
I wouldn’t have to hold back any of my bear-ish qualities like I might with another beast. As much as my bear was a gentle one,
if you were out with a mouse shifter or a rabbit shifter, they could easily be intimidated by the sheer size of my animal. And
honestly, I wouldn’t blame them. I’d probably feel similarly if the guy were a lion or a dragon.
For sure, two bears were ideal in this situation. No one needed complications when away from home and looking for a hook-
up. But also, who said I had to even shift with them? Maybe they were just looking for some steamy time in my hotel room.
That wasn’t how I usually rolled, but it wasn’t as if I could start a brand-new relationship while on a work trip so far from
home.
Travis hadn’t chatted much. Once I got to the hotel, I’d been all about grabbing a shower, ordering room service, and then
getting some sleep. And really, what was the point of all the get-to-know-you first date kind of stuff? I was looking for someone
to kill some time with and possibly grab a shift with. Maybe they knew of some place my driver didn’t or the best place to
order a nice salmon dinner. Or better yet, maybe they belonged to the private park I heard about and I could romp around with a
bunch of shifters.
My mind was going in too many directions. This being stuck surrounded by concrete and breathing in all the pollution was
getting to both me and my bear. Just because I was feeling overstimulated by my surroundings didn’t mean I needed to put all of
my hope for things to suck less into one dating app date. That was unfair pressure for the poor guy. For all I knew he’d meet
me, say thanks but no thanks, and then find a reason to leave. I needed to temper my expectations by a mile or seven.
I was meeting him for drinks at my hotel after my training. I didn’t see any reason to pretend that I was looking for a love
match, and if he looked at the location and thought it was a booty call, so be it. It sort of was.
My day had been so beyond long already. We started at seven am with a mandatory breakfast slash opening pep talk. Only, their
idea of breakfast was little round pastries that were at least a few days past their peak freshness at best, and the pep talk had
me dreading the day even more. If only that were the worst part of the day.
I listened to long powerpoint after long powerpoint about the new computing system my office was about to adopt. It was half
infomercial and half instructional. And while I knew this information was going to come in handy when it was finally
integrated, listening to them drone on and on and on and on was not fun. The only thing that kept me awake had been the bad
coffee and the person sitting next to me who was sure that I wanted to know about their cats—all five of them—and would
chatter away anytime the presentation lulled.
Lunch was a smidgeon better than breakfast, but not by much, and when we were finally dismissed for the day, I was ready to
eat a horse. I checked my phone, and I had an hour before I had to meet my date. It wasn’t a lot of time but better than it
could’ve been.
The bar did have some appetizers, but nothing meal worthy. Mainly, it was variations of fries. I had a few choices: Ask him to
dinner instead, elevating the entire get-to-know-you time to date level in one swift motion, or I go out and grab a sandwich now
and not have time to freshen up. Or I could suck it up and be hungry to give myself time to take a shower before I met my date. I
chose the final option.
I could always grab room service later if this flopped or maybe move the entire thing to a restaurant. There were options.
My packing hadn’t included “date” clothing. It was pretty much all business casual. I ended up putting on a pair of khakis and
my wear-on-the-way-home t-shirt and called it good enough.
The bar was pretty crowded when I arrived, and I opted to go in and find a table to avoid the awkward waiting for something
to open up in the crowded entryway. Was I glad that I did. As soon as I stepped inside, the scent of honeysuckles and orange
blossoms nearly bowled me over. They must’ve used the other entrance because there was no way I’d have missed that
heavenly scent while walking here.
Mate.
Ours.
Find.
My mate was here, in the bar. I didn’t waste time, following the scent easily to a corner table.
“Hi. Just one second, I need to do something.” I pulled out my phone to cancel my date. It was a dick move to tell him never
mind only ten minutes before we were supposed to meet, but I rationalized it, deciding that it would be more of a dick move to
meet him knowing my mate was here.
His phone started to buzz just as I slipped my phone in my back pocket, and he reached for it. I could hardly blame him, given I
met him and said one word before ditching him for my screen.
“Did you just cancel your date?” He looked up at me, and I nodded. “Thanks. I was about to do the same and you saved me the
trouble.”
He turned his phone around for me to see, and I finally pieced it together.
“You’re Travis?” The dating app gods were shining down upon me. That was for sure.
“And you’re Hector.” He patted the spot on the bench behind him, and I slid in.
Had we been in shifter space, we’d probably have leaned in and scented each other deeply. But we weren’t, and instead, I
shuffled closer, hoping for a tad more of his delicious scent.
“Really scent me. Pretend we’re going to kiss,” he whispered.
It wasn’t pretending I wanted to. I wanted to kiss each and every inch of his body. My cock was so unbearably hard, and I’d
barely met the guy. He was my true mate. I was sure of it.
I did as he said, hating that my lips weren’t on his, and when I did, my world shifted on its axis. There was another scent, one
blended with his.
“It’s not just you.” I set my head on his shoulder, not ready to move away from him just yet.
“No. It’s not. I just met him. His name is Anson, and he’s ours, and he’s… not like us.” Meaning human… maybe… I’d find out
soon enough.
Anson. Anson. My other mate’s name was Anson.
“Why are you here if you have a mate?” Was he the disloyal type? I’d never heard of true mates so much as looking at another.
But that didn’t mean it didn’t exist.
“I… I didn’t know.” He took me by the hand. “Can we go somewhere else so we can talk?”
“I have a room.” Which sounded very much like a call to banging. But that wasn’t it. As much as I’d love to get him naked. We
had a ton to talk about. There was a third. I didn’t have a mate, I had two, and how did we get to this point? I still had no idea.
“Take me.”
I shimmied out of the booth, not letting go of his hand. He let go long enough to fish a few bucks out of his pocket for the server.
There was only water on that table and that made his gesture even kinder. He wasn’t paying his bill, he was being generous to
the server who had given him their time. He had a kind heart. At least that was how I was choosing to interpret it.
I grabbed his hand the second the money was on the table, needing his warmth against my palm. “I’m this way.”
We wove through the bar and to the elevator. The door opened as we arrived, a couple stepping off.
“Perfect timing.” He pulled me into the elevator, not that I wasn’t going willingly. I was thrilled to see him as excited as I was.
“What floor?”
I told him, and he pressed it, the two of us silent the entire trip up. It wasn’t that there was an awkwardness to us being trapped
in the confined space that had me silent. His entire being was filling up my senses. I was surrounded by him, his scent… and
the scent of our third.
As much as I wanted to stay enveloped by his scent, I needed to be in my room more. There was much to say, non-human things
to say, and the sooner we got them out, the sooner we’d be able to start our life together.
At least that was where my mind was headed. We still needed to talk. Stupid city being surrounded by humans. Although, was it
really stupid if I found my mate, possibly mates, here?
I barely had the door shut when I started to let the questions fly.
“You’re my mate, right? I’m not wrong, am I?”
“You’re not wrong. I’m your mate, and we have a third. His name is Anson.” He sat on the edge of my bed. “I just met him, and
I thought he was… but until I scented you, I wasn’t sure. It was like everything made sense at that moment.”
I sort of understood what he was saying. Scenting our mate on him did change things.
“He’s amazing, but…” Travis hesitated.
“But?”
“But he’s human, and as far as I can tell, he knows nothing of our world.” He fell back, his body flat on the bed, his feet still
touching the floor. “And I came here… I don’t know. It felt wrong not to, but I can’t fully explain why.”
Which was fair enough. If he was as kind as he appeared, of course he wanted to not be a dick and stand someone up.
“But also, I didn’t know he was for sure my mate until I scented you. I was half thinking I was just really attracted to him. He’s
super hot.”
I joined him on the bed, both of us with our backs flat against the mattress and looking straight up.
“And now you know. Just like I know.” I held his hand between us.
“Yeah. It’s like you’d have been good, and he’d have been good, but both of you… we’re going to be great. Only there's one
problem…”
“Our mate doesn’t know our kind exists.” I gave his hand a squeeze.
“That.” He turned onto his side, facing me, our hands still joined. “Now what?”
That was a very good question, one I had no answer to.
 6

T R AV I S

“So, Grandpa, I need to talk to you about something, but I don’t want… There’s parts of it I don’t want to discuss.”
I’d promised Hector that I’d figure out the next step, asking my gramps for advice, and now that I was here, it was a lot harder
than I thought it would be.
I loved my gramps, and he’d always fostered an open relationship with me. It wasn’t him that I was struggling with—it was
me. Was I bear enough to be the man they needed me to be, especially when one was a human who I’d all but abandoned on our
first date?
“That only makes the entire thing sound sketchy.” He put books on the shelf.
At the rate it was filling up, I was going to need to put together the new one before we gave up for the night. That might be for
the best. I needed something to distract me. That was for sure.
I’d been helping him move in. There was a ton to do, but going piecemeal like we’d been doing felt like the best option.
Moving sucked and wore me out. And Grandpa? He had a bunch of years on me. It had to be worse for him.
“Does that mean you’re out? I don’t want to scandalize you,” I teased, knowing full well he was only going to want to know
more, thanks to my willingness to let it go. That was how he rolled.
“That means it’s time for a break.” He winked. “You need to tell me everything.”
“I need to?” I teased. “Is that how it works?”
“Yep. I’m your elder, and you need to obey and all that.” He couldn’t even hold in his amusement at his comment. My gramps
had been a rebel in his day and never really let go of that tendency. I wondered if this new complex was aware of what they
were getting into letting my grandfather live here.
I understood why he held onto his rebellious side. I would be too given his life. My papa had also been one of my favorite
people and wasn’t just Grandpa’s husband. They were mates. Grandpa might’ve been human, but his mate had been a bear,
which was how I got my beast.
My papa hadn’t been a bear shifter living amongst the humans growing up. His family had been all about den life. It wasn’t
until he was a teen he even met a human. Which I supposed was fair given that most humans didn’t know we existed.
In recent years, more humans suspected shifters lived among them than in the past, thanks to books and movies. Most recently,
there was a popular television show that had both men and women writing the dirtiest fan fiction that always resulted in them
getting their shifterly mate. But none of that was the same as know-knowing. And that number of humans was pretty low and
almost exclusively people who were somehow related to a shifter.
And the argument could be made that I wasn’t strictly shifter. I did have human blood flowing through my veins, even if I could
get all furry like my papa used to. There were dens out there that would never acknowledge my existence, and that was fine.
After learning my papa’s story, I wouldn’t want to be part of that mess anyway.
I used to love playing with Papa’s animal as a kid. He would let me sit on his back as he navigated the forest, he’d take me
fishing—bear style. I’d actually been pretty good at it, for a cub growing up in the human world. I managed to catch my share of
fish over the years. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I discovered the carefree and happy life he enjoyed with my grandpa was
nothing like his formative years.
The den he grew up in had been controlling as fuck. When he finally told me about his past, he swore that wasn’t the norm, and
maybe it wasn’t. But the norm didn’t matter to me, the way my papa had been treated did. And his den had been shit to him,
which was one of the reasons I never went to see them, despite how curious I’d been.
My papa had a lot more grace than I did, saying they were following traditions as old as time and did the best they could. To
me, going along with problematic crap because that was the way it was always done sounded like the worst idea ever. And in
my papa’s defense, as soon as he met Grandpa, he made the very clear cut-decision not not to let them tarnish his future. I had
huge respect for his stance. It meant that family came first, that family being my gramps and my mother. Gods, I missed him.
Grandpa did too. I had a feeling that had a lot to do with his decision to move. He was lonely, and every inch of his old place
held memories of a happier time, one he spent with his true love—his always and forever.
Shifters had it amazing like that. Mating wasn’t like a wedding certificate where it had more to do with tax benefits and health
insurance than true, devoted, always-and-forever love. Fine, that wasn’t fair. Not everyone saw it as a contract. But my parents
had, and I for sure wasn’t going to choose that path, my father marrying someone he liked “well enough” and then sticking it out
for the “good of the family.”
I’d thought I was happy being single, that getting a date here or there was enough to ward off the loneliness. Then I met Anson
and I saw hope that there was something more out there for me. But fear, and the missing scent of my third, had me unsure.
If I was being honest, that was why I went on the other date. I was scared that I was seeing something in Anson that wasn’t
there. And now that I understood that wasn’t the case, I had a new fear; what if our third rejected us?
“Yeah, fine. I’ll obey and spill all, just because you’re old.” I rolled my eyes and went over to the loveseat. If I didn’t sit
down, he wouldn’t either, and the man had to be exhausted. I freaking was, and I had youth on my side. “And not at all because
I really need someone to talk to.”
Grandpa walked over. “So what’s up?” He sat down beside me.
“I used—no, some stranger signed me up for a dating app.” Grandpa avoided my gaze. “There was this guy, and… I thought I
finally understood what you meant about how you could scent your mate. But then… something was off, so I sort of went on a
date with someone else from the app that I had already planned on seeing.”
I took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to leave, but also, I wasn’t sure I was right. It was like he was meant to share the same
space as me. I’d have thought we might be like you and Papa, but if we were, how could I leave? How could he? But he was
human, so I half thought that was it. And now…”
I wasn’t sure a single word of that made a lick of sense, but it was the best I could do, and I was somehow freer having said it
all. At least Grandpa looked at me with loving compassion. Not that I expected anything less from him.
“It sounds like he’s your mate. Why don’t you get together with him again and this time let your beast guide you?”
“There’s more. The person I met after—he’s a bear shifter, and when I scented him and he scented me, it all made sense.
They’re both my mates.” When I said it like that, it didn’t sound like a problem. It sounded like a dream come true.
“Then you two need to go and get your human.”
If only it were that simple.
“I… we…”
“Did you text? Tell him you liked your date and want to see him again?” he asked, as if he knew of such things. He barely liked
to use his cell phone. He hated texting and getting texts. He was pretty with the times on most things, but he thought texts were a
way to avoid talking to people and by default, rude. At least he used to. Maybe that had changed.
“Of course I didn’t. If I had I wouldn’t be here freaking out like this.” I might’ve been here crying because it didn’t turn out
well, but at least then I’d have gone another step.
“Okay, Travis, hear me out.”
I nodded, afraid my words would fail me.
“All the feelings you have mentioned you had on your first date—your human mate does too. But he probably doesn’t
understand it, and it’s probably freaking him out. At least that was how it was with me and your papa.” He put his hand on my
shoulder. “Call him. Text him. Send a freaking pigeon. Something. The three of you will figure this out. Fate doesn’t make
mistakes.”
“How can it be that simple? Seriously, Grandpa. I love you, and I want what you and Papa had, but this isn’t the same. There
are three of us, and two of us don’t even live here.”
“And it might not be simple, but it is worth doing.”
Grandpa was right.
“I hate it when you tell me what I already know but am too scared to embrace just yet.” I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I’ll
call him or message him on the app or something. We’ll figure this out. The three of us.”
I got up and crossed the room to grab my phone from the side table where I half remembered putting it. It wasn’t there. I
checked my pocket. Not there either.
“What?” Grandpa looked up at me as I attempted to retrace my movements in my mind.
“My phone isn’t in the two places I thought it might be. Maybe it’s in the truck.”
It was, and when I found it… crickets. And of course with silence came me second-guessing everything. Maybe he didn’t feel it
too. Or worse, maybe he saw me leaving as a rejection and he wasn’t going to be willing to give me a second chance.
I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the fear-driven thoughts. This was ridiculous. Either I was going to call him and the
three of us would have a shot, or I was going to have to call Hector and tell him I was a failure of a mate.
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Remember: Experimental procedures and results
• Interdisciplinary approaches
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Key Concept: Critical analysis and evaluation
• Fundamental concepts and principles
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Remember: Statistical analysis and interpretation
• Practical applications and examples
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Practice Problem 26: Problem-solving strategies and techniques
• Assessment criteria and rubrics
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Note: Practical applications and examples
• Critical analysis and evaluation
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Remember: Ethical considerations and implications
• Current trends and future directions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Key Concept: Practical applications and examples
• Statistical analysis and interpretation
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Module 4: Current trends and future directions
Definition: Comparative analysis and synthesis
• Fundamental concepts and principles
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
[Figure 31: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Definition: Literature review and discussion
• Fundamental concepts and principles
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Example 32: Comparative analysis and synthesis
• Interdisciplinary approaches
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Practice Problem 33: Best practices and recommendations
• Research findings and conclusions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
[Figure 34: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Practice Problem 34: Practical applications and examples
• Statistical analysis and interpretation
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Note: Best practices and recommendations
• Study tips and learning strategies
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Definition: Comparative analysis and synthesis
• Problem-solving strategies and techniques
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
[Figure 37: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Important: Historical development and evolution
• Statistical analysis and interpretation
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Practice Problem 38: Assessment criteria and rubrics
• Ethical considerations and implications
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
[Figure 39: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Definition: Ethical considerations and implications
• Historical development and evolution
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Unit 5: Learning outcomes and objectives
Important: Fundamental concepts and principles
• Learning outcomes and objectives
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
[Figure 41: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Note: Comparative analysis and synthesis
• Assessment criteria and rubrics
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Key Concept: Key terms and definitions
• Case studies and real-world applications
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Example 43: Comparative analysis and synthesis
• Experimental procedures and results
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Definition: Historical development and evolution
• Historical development and evolution
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Important: Problem-solving strategies and techniques
• Study tips and learning strategies
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Practice Problem 46: Current trends and future directions
• Current trends and future directions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
Practice Problem 47: Literature review and discussion
• Current trends and future directions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Example 48: Study tips and learning strategies
• Practical applications and examples
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Key Concept: Fundamental concepts and principles
• Fundamental concepts and principles
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Chapter 6: Study tips and learning strategies
Practice Problem 50: Learning outcomes and objectives
• Ethical considerations and implications
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
[Figure 51: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Key Concept: Study tips and learning strategies
• Assessment criteria and rubrics
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Important: Theoretical framework and methodology
• Theoretical framework and methodology
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Important: Problem-solving strategies and techniques
• Key terms and definitions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Definition: Assessment criteria and rubrics
• Historical development and evolution
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Definition: Assessment criteria and rubrics
• Learning outcomes and objectives
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
[Figure 56: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Example 56: Theoretical framework and methodology
• Theoretical framework and methodology
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
Important: Practical applications and examples
• Case studies and real-world applications
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Definition: Interdisciplinary approaches
• Study tips and learning strategies
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Practice Problem 59: Theoretical framework and methodology
• Current trends and future directions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Topic 7: Best practices and recommendations
Practice Problem 60: Study tips and learning strategies
• Problem-solving strategies and techniques
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
Example 61: Statistical analysis and interpretation
• Statistical analysis and interpretation
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Important: Literature review and discussion
• Practical applications and examples
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Formula: [Mathematical expression or equation]
Example 63: Research findings and conclusions
• Current trends and future directions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
[Figure 64: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Example 64: Ethical considerations and implications
• Research findings and conclusions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Definition: Key terms and definitions
• Research findings and conclusions
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
[Figure 66: Diagram/Chart/Graph]
Note: Practical applications and examples
• Comparative analysis and synthesis
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
Practice Problem 67: Comparative analysis and synthesis
• Problem-solving strategies and techniques
- Sub-point: Additional details and explanations
- Example: Practical application scenario
- Note: Important consideration
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