Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) by Celia Kyle Page A
Authors: Celia Kyle
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come snarling at her. The man was strong as hell and loyal to a fault, but… pretty dumb. And not even pretty pretty dumb. The guy had gotten into ten too many fistfights and that nose of his…
Anyway, Hillary waited. And waited. And waited so long she realized she was tapping her foot in impatience. Through it all, Johnny had yet to make an appearance.
What the hell?
The sounds of running and fighting continued to filter past the door to her prison, some were the unmistakable snarls and whimpers of fighting while others were the banging crash of things being packed away. As if they were prepping for a move. Which, fine they could totally move, but the whole process usually involved her. A lot.
Crazy lions generally needed an omega to keep them calm, even more so when they were under stress. A quick cut and run was very stressful. She kept the peace-ish while they worked.
Okay, Aldo wasn’t taking the bait. Time to go for the big guy directly. Obviously, the average omega lion wouldn’t dream of spouting off like she was about to, but Hillary wasn’t the average omega lion. Growing up with Tony as a “father” meant she was anything but ordinary.
“Yo! Johnny, I heard from Caesar that his sister Carmela said you’ve got a tiny dick!”
That still got her nothing but silence. Dammit.
Hillary leaned against the wall and let her head drop back to rest on the smooth surface. A bit of her hair covered her eyes, and she blew it away. They’d promised her a haircut and still had yet to deliver. Fine. If being a bitch wasn’t working, she’d be a whining girl. Somebody would have to show up at some point.
She didn’t bother banging or knocking since she doubted it’d do much good. She just needed to annoy him enough to come talk to her. “Johnny! You said you were going to get that stylist Carmelo likes to come do my hair. What’s up with that? When’s that happening?”
A jumbling crash, the clink and clank of glass and pans scattering on the tile floor of the kitchen reached her. And she only happened to know that specific sound because she’d done it a time or two. Or five. She’d done it five times. She admitted to still having a rebellious streak a mile wide.
Hillary blamed it on not growing up with kids her own age and working out all that defiance in her teens like every other kid.
Johnny called her a bitch.
Hillary told him to go fuck himself.
And then Johnny—
Johnny did nothing. Because as she replayed those memories, something had changed in the house. And that specific something was the fact that she was now alone.
“They wouldn’t…” she murmured and pressed her ear against the wall. She coaxed her lioness forward and encouraged it to help her. The little whiny thing shook its massive head in denial and Hillary mentally sighed. Come on, sweetheart. I promise not to get into any trouble for at least a week.
It knew she was lying. Dammit.
But she really needed her suspicions confirmed because with the lack of growls and grunts came an uneasy silence. One that was different than others she’d experienced in the past. This one was a stillness that only came from a place that had been… abandoned.
That got the cat’s attention. It might hate their captors, but it didn’t want to be without other lions either.
So this time, when she pressed her ear to the wall and closed her eyes as she beckoned the feline forward, it granted her request. It padded nearer, head bowed and tail lax between its legs. The animal was the epitome of subservient lioness and Hillary loathed that part of her. Omega or not, she hated that the cat was such a pushover, that it could be bullied and battered without objection.
She swallowed her frustration and pushed the emotion down. Being upset with her other half wouldn’t accomplish anything. Not now, anyway.
The cat nudged her and Hillary opened herself to its presence as the beast granted her a greater ability to hear. As she focused, she disregarded
Anyway, Hillary waited. And waited. And waited so long she realized she was tapping her foot in impatience. Through it all, Johnny had yet to make an appearance.
What the hell?
The sounds of running and fighting continued to filter past the door to her prison, some were the unmistakable snarls and whimpers of fighting while others were the banging crash of things being packed away. As if they were prepping for a move. Which, fine they could totally move, but the whole process usually involved her. A lot.
Crazy lions generally needed an omega to keep them calm, even more so when they were under stress. A quick cut and run was very stressful. She kept the peace-ish while they worked.
Okay, Aldo wasn’t taking the bait. Time to go for the big guy directly. Obviously, the average omega lion wouldn’t dream of spouting off like she was about to, but Hillary wasn’t the average omega lion. Growing up with Tony as a “father” meant she was anything but ordinary.
“Yo! Johnny, I heard from Caesar that his sister Carmela said you’ve got a tiny dick!”
That still got her nothing but silence. Dammit.
Hillary leaned against the wall and let her head drop back to rest on the smooth surface. A bit of her hair covered her eyes, and she blew it away. They’d promised her a haircut and still had yet to deliver. Fine. If being a bitch wasn’t working, she’d be a whining girl. Somebody would have to show up at some point.
She didn’t bother banging or knocking since she doubted it’d do much good. She just needed to annoy him enough to come talk to her. “Johnny! You said you were going to get that stylist Carmelo likes to come do my hair. What’s up with that? When’s that happening?”
A jumbling crash, the clink and clank of glass and pans scattering on the tile floor of the kitchen reached her. And she only happened to know that specific sound because she’d done it a time or two. Or five. She’d done it five times. She admitted to still having a rebellious streak a mile wide.
Hillary blamed it on not growing up with kids her own age and working out all that defiance in her teens like every other kid.
Johnny called her a bitch.
Hillary told him to go fuck himself.
And then Johnny—
Johnny did nothing. Because as she replayed those memories, something had changed in the house. And that specific something was the fact that she was now alone.
“They wouldn’t…” she murmured and pressed her ear against the wall. She coaxed her lioness forward and encouraged it to help her. The little whiny thing shook its massive head in denial and Hillary mentally sighed. Come on, sweetheart. I promise not to get into any trouble for at least a week.
It knew she was lying. Dammit.
But she really needed her suspicions confirmed because with the lack of growls and grunts came an uneasy silence. One that was different than others she’d experienced in the past. This one was a stillness that only came from a place that had been… abandoned.
That got the cat’s attention. It might hate their captors, but it didn’t want to be without other lions either.
So this time, when she pressed her ear to the wall and closed her eyes as she beckoned the feline forward, it granted her request. It padded nearer, head bowed and tail lax between its legs. The animal was the epitome of subservient lioness and Hillary loathed that part of her. Omega or not, she hated that the cat was such a pushover, that it could be bullied and battered without objection.
She swallowed her frustration and pushed the emotion down. Being upset with her other half wouldn’t accomplish anything. Not now, anyway.
The cat nudged her and Hillary opened herself to its presence as the beast granted her a greater ability to hear. As she focused, she disregarded
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