A Wife For The Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Brides Book 3) by Natalie Kristen Page B
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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killed. She had to leave, stay alive, start anew. And
she couldn't possibly stay in the house alone. It was too painful,
too hard. Passing her dad's empty bedroom, his study, the kitchen.
Sitting down for dinner alone at the dining table, doing laundry and
ironing for one, looking out the window and knowing she would never
see him stroll up the driveway again, was just...impossible. She
couldn't do it.
After donating most of her
father's clothes and belongings, Lisha folded a few of his favorite
items into a suitcase. Then she sold the house and packed her bags.
She was leaving, and hopefully she would make a new life for herself.
Lisha had decided on
Moonstone Creek, a small, busy shifter town. It wasn't too
prominent, and it wasn't too out of the way. And being a half
shifter herself, she thought that she could probably blend in and
remain invisible in a town full of shifters. If her first shift came
upon her unannounced and unexpectedly, at least she wouldn't cause
that much of a stir.
Lisha could see her rickety
walk-up apartment building in the distance. Her tiny apartment was
old and shabby, but the rent was cheap, and she wanted to save as
much as she could. She didn't know if she had to move again soon,
and she didn't want to touch the proceeds from the sale of the house.
That was her emergency fund, and she knew her dad wanted to set up a
college trust fund for his grandkids. He had spoken to her often
about it, and Lisha knew that her dad wished for her to be happily
married and have a wonderful, loving family of her own. He dreamed
of playing with his grandkids, and Lisha knew that he would be a
doting, adoring grandfather to her children. Lisha heaved a soft,
painful sigh.
Daren Kwok would never know
his grandchildren, but his grandchildren would know all about him.
Lisha would make sure her kids knew what a great man their
grandfather was.
The thought of having a
loving husband and a bunch of lively, rambunctious kids made her
smile.
She'd often stared wistfully
at the happy families around town, strolling hand in hand with cute,
laughing kids in tow. It was such a pretty picture, a beautiful
dream. One day, hopefully, she would have…
Her phone chirped noisily in
her bag. Lisha started and fished out her vibrating phone.
“Hi, Polly,” she
answered.
“Hey, girl. You home
yet?” Polly asked. Her tone was light but Lisha could hear
the worry in her friend's voice.
“Yeah, I'm right
outside my door,” she lied, wanting to put Polly's mind at
ease. She could see her apartment building looming up, but it was
still some distance away.
“Okay.” Lisha
heard the smile in Polly's voice. “I'll see you tomorrow
then.”
“See ya. And...thanks,
Polly.”
Lisha dumped her phone back
in her bag and quickened her pace. Most of the houses along the
street were unoccupied. They had been boarded up and were just
sitting there, awaiting demolition. Her building was largely
unoccupied as well. And she rarely bumped into the few tenants in
her building. They seemed to work odd hours, leaving the building
when the sun went down and returning when she had already left for
work. On some nights, she could have sworn that she was the only
tenant in the entire building. All the floors seemed eerily empty
and silent.
Lisha looked up and saw that
the whole building was dark. Not a light was on in any of the
windows. She shrugged. She didn't mind the quiet and the solitude.
At least she was safe.
Just as she reached the
building, a hand closed around her shoulder and shoved her against
the wall.
“Give me your purse,”
a rough voice said behind her.
Lisha gasped and felt the
point of a knife at her back.
“I...”
“Shut up! Don't try
any tricks now.”
Lisha turned her head
sideways and made eye contact with a thin, blond man wearing a
hoodie. The robber's eyes narrowed when he saw her face.
“You...are younger than
I thought,” the man mused. “At first glance, I thought
you were a frumpy,
she couldn't possibly stay in the house alone. It was too painful,
too hard. Passing her dad's empty bedroom, his study, the kitchen.
Sitting down for dinner alone at the dining table, doing laundry and
ironing for one, looking out the window and knowing she would never
see him stroll up the driveway again, was just...impossible. She
couldn't do it.
After donating most of her
father's clothes and belongings, Lisha folded a few of his favorite
items into a suitcase. Then she sold the house and packed her bags.
She was leaving, and hopefully she would make a new life for herself.
Lisha had decided on
Moonstone Creek, a small, busy shifter town. It wasn't too
prominent, and it wasn't too out of the way. And being a half
shifter herself, she thought that she could probably blend in and
remain invisible in a town full of shifters. If her first shift came
upon her unannounced and unexpectedly, at least she wouldn't cause
that much of a stir.
Lisha could see her rickety
walk-up apartment building in the distance. Her tiny apartment was
old and shabby, but the rent was cheap, and she wanted to save as
much as she could. She didn't know if she had to move again soon,
and she didn't want to touch the proceeds from the sale of the house.
That was her emergency fund, and she knew her dad wanted to set up a
college trust fund for his grandkids. He had spoken to her often
about it, and Lisha knew that her dad wished for her to be happily
married and have a wonderful, loving family of her own. He dreamed
of playing with his grandkids, and Lisha knew that he would be a
doting, adoring grandfather to her children. Lisha heaved a soft,
painful sigh.
Daren Kwok would never know
his grandchildren, but his grandchildren would know all about him.
Lisha would make sure her kids knew what a great man their
grandfather was.
The thought of having a
loving husband and a bunch of lively, rambunctious kids made her
smile.
She'd often stared wistfully
at the happy families around town, strolling hand in hand with cute,
laughing kids in tow. It was such a pretty picture, a beautiful
dream. One day, hopefully, she would have…
Her phone chirped noisily in
her bag. Lisha started and fished out her vibrating phone.
“Hi, Polly,” she
answered.
“Hey, girl. You home
yet?” Polly asked. Her tone was light but Lisha could hear
the worry in her friend's voice.
“Yeah, I'm right
outside my door,” she lied, wanting to put Polly's mind at
ease. She could see her apartment building looming up, but it was
still some distance away.
“Okay.” Lisha
heard the smile in Polly's voice. “I'll see you tomorrow
then.”
“See ya. And...thanks,
Polly.”
Lisha dumped her phone back
in her bag and quickened her pace. Most of the houses along the
street were unoccupied. They had been boarded up and were just
sitting there, awaiting demolition. Her building was largely
unoccupied as well. And she rarely bumped into the few tenants in
her building. They seemed to work odd hours, leaving the building
when the sun went down and returning when she had already left for
work. On some nights, she could have sworn that she was the only
tenant in the entire building. All the floors seemed eerily empty
and silent.
Lisha looked up and saw that
the whole building was dark. Not a light was on in any of the
windows. She shrugged. She didn't mind the quiet and the solitude.
At least she was safe.
Just as she reached the
building, a hand closed around her shoulder and shoved her against
the wall.
“Give me your purse,”
a rough voice said behind her.
Lisha gasped and felt the
point of a knife at her back.
“I...”
“Shut up! Don't try
any tricks now.”
Lisha turned her head
sideways and made eye contact with a thin, blond man wearing a
hoodie. The robber's eyes narrowed when he saw her face.
“You...are younger than
I thought,” the man mused. “At first glance, I thought
you were a frumpy,
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