The Bear Prince: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 3) by Sable Sylvan Page B
Authors: Sable Sylvan
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ed?”
“Of course,” said Crystal.
“Okay, but, did you pass sex ed?” asked Tangie.
“Yeah, but ours didn’t cover shifter stuff,” admitted Crystal. “I’m not from a shifter town.”
“Honey...it shows,” said Tangie. “You might wanna stay lying down for this. Mate marks don’t change. That’s sort of why they’re called mate marks , because it’s the mark a shifter has that lets them know who their fated mate is. And that glowing? It’s not exactly normal. It’s what happens when a shifter first has sex with their fated mate. After they both come, the mark glows, confirming that the connection’s been made.”
“Tangie, you’re full of shit,” said Crystal with a laugh. She looked at her friend who didn’t reply and who didn’t have a hint of a smile on her face. “Tangie...wait, are you serious?”
“Serious as pneumonia,” said Tangie. “Crystal...you’re Damien’s fated mate.”
“No frikkin’ way, he would’ve told me,” said Crystal.
“Did he have a chance to?” asked Tangie.
“No, to be fair, we just had sex, fell asleep, and I woke up to your texts, and then went downstairs and...damn it,” said Crystal. “Tangie, when you’re right you’re right.”
“You need to talk to this boy and hash it out,” said Tangie, cleaning up the sofa area. “Don’t let the best thing that ever happened to you walk out of your life. Text him back in the morning, when you’ve had a good night sleep, a cup of coffee, and a loaded bagel. Figure this out. I trust you two can.”
“Alright, Tangie,” said Crystal as she helped Tangie clean up the area in front of the TV. “Thanks for everything.”
After Tangie left, Crystal stopped herself from texting or calling Damien. She wanted to get this figured out, but it was late, and Tangie was right. She needed to just sleep and call Damien in the morning. Crystal hit the hay, but all through her sleep, images of the night she’d shared with Damien flew threw her head, especially the image of his mate mark, glowing bright like a beacon in the darkness.
Chapter Eight
C rystal scheduled a time to talk with Damien Michaels—no, Damien Dixon , mostly due to prodding from Tangie. Crystal and Damien kept things short over text, and she set a time to meet him, at night that Wednesday, in a coffee shop near her apartment. Before she left her apartment, Crystal had to take a few minutes to herself to think. She’d turned on the TV after work to try and relax, after taking a shower hadn’t helped, and the junk television programs hadn’t helped her at all. Her stomach was doing flips, and she couldn’t figure out why. After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She wasn’t the one who had frikkin’ lied for three weeks about their identity. That was all on Damien...
...And that was precisely the line of thinking Tangie had told her she needed to stop using in approaching this situation. What was the frikkin’ point of meeting up with Damien if she was just going to be upset? If she already had her mind made up? Crystal took some deep breaths and looked at her phone. She’d have to leave soon to go to the coffee shop, and even if she didn’t want to go, it’d be rude to cancel literally minutes before they were supposed to meet, and her parents didn’t raise someone who was rude to others. She packed up her things in her purse and put on a jacket, grabbed her umbrella, and walked through the rainy Seattle streets to the small twenty-four seven coffee shop.
She opened the door. Damien was already there, as she’d seen from the streets. And he saw her. He waved. She closed her umbrella and walked over.
“Hey,” said Damien. “Look, I...”
“No,” said Crystal. “I just. I need a minute. I need a cup of tea, and I need to just...sit here for a minute. Okay?”
“Okay,” said Damien.
A waitress came over and took Crystal’s order, coming back in a few minutes with a plain mug of hot water, a generic black tea bag,
“Of course,” said Crystal.
“Okay, but, did you pass sex ed?” asked Tangie.
“Yeah, but ours didn’t cover shifter stuff,” admitted Crystal. “I’m not from a shifter town.”
“Honey...it shows,” said Tangie. “You might wanna stay lying down for this. Mate marks don’t change. That’s sort of why they’re called mate marks , because it’s the mark a shifter has that lets them know who their fated mate is. And that glowing? It’s not exactly normal. It’s what happens when a shifter first has sex with their fated mate. After they both come, the mark glows, confirming that the connection’s been made.”
“Tangie, you’re full of shit,” said Crystal with a laugh. She looked at her friend who didn’t reply and who didn’t have a hint of a smile on her face. “Tangie...wait, are you serious?”
“Serious as pneumonia,” said Tangie. “Crystal...you’re Damien’s fated mate.”
“No frikkin’ way, he would’ve told me,” said Crystal.
“Did he have a chance to?” asked Tangie.
“No, to be fair, we just had sex, fell asleep, and I woke up to your texts, and then went downstairs and...damn it,” said Crystal. “Tangie, when you’re right you’re right.”
“You need to talk to this boy and hash it out,” said Tangie, cleaning up the sofa area. “Don’t let the best thing that ever happened to you walk out of your life. Text him back in the morning, when you’ve had a good night sleep, a cup of coffee, and a loaded bagel. Figure this out. I trust you two can.”
“Alright, Tangie,” said Crystal as she helped Tangie clean up the area in front of the TV. “Thanks for everything.”
After Tangie left, Crystal stopped herself from texting or calling Damien. She wanted to get this figured out, but it was late, and Tangie was right. She needed to just sleep and call Damien in the morning. Crystal hit the hay, but all through her sleep, images of the night she’d shared with Damien flew threw her head, especially the image of his mate mark, glowing bright like a beacon in the darkness.
Chapter Eight
C rystal scheduled a time to talk with Damien Michaels—no, Damien Dixon , mostly due to prodding from Tangie. Crystal and Damien kept things short over text, and she set a time to meet him, at night that Wednesday, in a coffee shop near her apartment. Before she left her apartment, Crystal had to take a few minutes to herself to think. She’d turned on the TV after work to try and relax, after taking a shower hadn’t helped, and the junk television programs hadn’t helped her at all. Her stomach was doing flips, and she couldn’t figure out why. After all, she hadn’t done anything wrong. She wasn’t the one who had frikkin’ lied for three weeks about their identity. That was all on Damien...
...And that was precisely the line of thinking Tangie had told her she needed to stop using in approaching this situation. What was the frikkin’ point of meeting up with Damien if she was just going to be upset? If she already had her mind made up? Crystal took some deep breaths and looked at her phone. She’d have to leave soon to go to the coffee shop, and even if she didn’t want to go, it’d be rude to cancel literally minutes before they were supposed to meet, and her parents didn’t raise someone who was rude to others. She packed up her things in her purse and put on a jacket, grabbed her umbrella, and walked through the rainy Seattle streets to the small twenty-four seven coffee shop.
She opened the door. Damien was already there, as she’d seen from the streets. And he saw her. He waved. She closed her umbrella and walked over.
“Hey,” said Damien. “Look, I...”
“No,” said Crystal. “I just. I need a minute. I need a cup of tea, and I need to just...sit here for a minute. Okay?”
“Okay,” said Damien.
A waitress came over and took Crystal’s order, coming back in a few minutes with a plain mug of hot water, a generic black tea bag,
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