A Wife For The Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Brides Book 3) by Natalie Kristen Page A
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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way her
dad gazed at her mom's photographs which could be found in almost
every corner of the house. It was clear her father loved her mother
deeply and still missed her very much. Her parents' wedding pictures
could be found among the framed photographs of Lisha and her dad.
Her dad might be busy, but he was always there for her. He had
taught her how to ride a bike and skateboard. He was there at her
school concerts, her birthday parties, her graduation. They were
lucky they'd had wonderful neighbors. When she was younger, she
would go to her neighbor's house after school and do her homework
there until her dad came to pick her up.
Tiger shifters were solitary
but social creatures. There were only very few tiger clans around,
and they were small in number. Daren Kwok didn't belong to a pack or
clan. His mate, Annabelle, was human, and he knew that she missed
her family. Perhaps he hoped that one day her family would accept
and bless their marriage, and she would be reunited with her family.
But when Annabelle died in childbirth, her family blamed Daren.
Annabelle had died giving birth to his child, and they wanted nothing
to do with him and his half-shifter offspring. Lisha never knew her
grandparents, and she didn't miss them. Her dad made sure that her
childhood was filled with fun, laughter and so much love.
Daren was a good father, and
a responsible, respectable, successful member of human society. As a
prosecutor, he made sure justice was done and he kept dangerous
elements off the street. He did his part to make the world a better,
safer place for all. Lisha was proud of her dad and the work he did.
But in the end, it was his work that killed him.
Her dad never made it home
for Fun Friday that evening.
He was gunned down before he
could make it to the front door.
Lisha had instinctively dived
behind a tree and clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her
screams. She had just hopped off the bus and was walking towards the
house. She had been about to break into a gleeful run and call out
to her dad when a car glided silently past her on the road. For some
reason, a shiver slid down her spine and she froze beside a huge
tree, barely thirty feet from her house.
Her dad had probably felt the
same chill in his bones. It was clear that he sensed danger. She
saw his black eyes turn feral and claws glinted just before the pizza
box fell to the ground.
Lisha saw the drive-by
shooter pump two silver bullets into her father's chest. Even in his
agony, Daren Kwok found the strength and resolve to lunge towards his
assassin. In a flash, he was flying towards the car, his claws fully
extended. He raked his claws across the shooter's face, scarring him
and effectively marking him out for identification. And he would
have his murderer's skin under his claws. Even as he died, Daren
Kwok wanted to make sure that there would be enough evidence to put
his murderer away.
Lisha saw the man press his
gun against her father's heart and squeeze the trigger.
It had been a silver bullet.
Her father had turned and met
her eyes just as the car sped away. With his last breath, he had
given her a smile and a nod. He was proud of her, and he had faith
in her. He knew that his little girl was a survivor. She had hidden
herself well, and she would stay alive.
The murderer, Mack Kross, was
hunted down and tried. Lisha had testified at his trial, giving
accurate, detailed testimony as a witness to the murder of Daren
Kwok.
Mack was put away, but he had
refused to give any names to the police and the prosecutors. After
the trial, one of the prosecutors, her father's old colleague, had
quietly told Lisha that she suspected that a syndicate was behind
Daren's murder. Daren Kwok was the lead prosecutor in a human
trafficking case, and this syndicate had a wide reach. That meant
that Mack didn't act alone. And Lisha—was in danger.
After the funeral and the
trial, Lisha decided that she couldn't stay in the same place and
wait to be
dad gazed at her mom's photographs which could be found in almost
every corner of the house. It was clear her father loved her mother
deeply and still missed her very much. Her parents' wedding pictures
could be found among the framed photographs of Lisha and her dad.
Her dad might be busy, but he was always there for her. He had
taught her how to ride a bike and skateboard. He was there at her
school concerts, her birthday parties, her graduation. They were
lucky they'd had wonderful neighbors. When she was younger, she
would go to her neighbor's house after school and do her homework
there until her dad came to pick her up.
Tiger shifters were solitary
but social creatures. There were only very few tiger clans around,
and they were small in number. Daren Kwok didn't belong to a pack or
clan. His mate, Annabelle, was human, and he knew that she missed
her family. Perhaps he hoped that one day her family would accept
and bless their marriage, and she would be reunited with her family.
But when Annabelle died in childbirth, her family blamed Daren.
Annabelle had died giving birth to his child, and they wanted nothing
to do with him and his half-shifter offspring. Lisha never knew her
grandparents, and she didn't miss them. Her dad made sure that her
childhood was filled with fun, laughter and so much love.
Daren was a good father, and
a responsible, respectable, successful member of human society. As a
prosecutor, he made sure justice was done and he kept dangerous
elements off the street. He did his part to make the world a better,
safer place for all. Lisha was proud of her dad and the work he did.
But in the end, it was his work that killed him.
Her dad never made it home
for Fun Friday that evening.
He was gunned down before he
could make it to the front door.
Lisha had instinctively dived
behind a tree and clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her
screams. She had just hopped off the bus and was walking towards the
house. She had been about to break into a gleeful run and call out
to her dad when a car glided silently past her on the road. For some
reason, a shiver slid down her spine and she froze beside a huge
tree, barely thirty feet from her house.
Her dad had probably felt the
same chill in his bones. It was clear that he sensed danger. She
saw his black eyes turn feral and claws glinted just before the pizza
box fell to the ground.
Lisha saw the drive-by
shooter pump two silver bullets into her father's chest. Even in his
agony, Daren Kwok found the strength and resolve to lunge towards his
assassin. In a flash, he was flying towards the car, his claws fully
extended. He raked his claws across the shooter's face, scarring him
and effectively marking him out for identification. And he would
have his murderer's skin under his claws. Even as he died, Daren
Kwok wanted to make sure that there would be enough evidence to put
his murderer away.
Lisha saw the man press his
gun against her father's heart and squeeze the trigger.
It had been a silver bullet.
Her father had turned and met
her eyes just as the car sped away. With his last breath, he had
given her a smile and a nod. He was proud of her, and he had faith
in her. He knew that his little girl was a survivor. She had hidden
herself well, and she would stay alive.
The murderer, Mack Kross, was
hunted down and tried. Lisha had testified at his trial, giving
accurate, detailed testimony as a witness to the murder of Daren
Kwok.
Mack was put away, but he had
refused to give any names to the police and the prosecutors. After
the trial, one of the prosecutors, her father's old colleague, had
quietly told Lisha that she suspected that a syndicate was behind
Daren's murder. Daren Kwok was the lead prosecutor in a human
trafficking case, and this syndicate had a wide reach. That meant
that Mack didn't act alone. And Lisha—was in danger.
After the funeral and the
trial, Lisha decided that she couldn't stay in the same place and
wait to be
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