A Wife For The Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Brides Book 3) Read Online Free

shifters used their sense of smell to
detect danger and enemies. He was probably trying to ascertain if
she was a threat. Would she twist the silver blade in his gut now
that he was injured and vulnerable?
    “I won't hurt you,”
she told him. “You're safe.”
    He chuckled then. “You're
not scared of me?”
    “Should I be scared of
you?”
    “No.” His eyes
widened in alarm. “No. I will never hurt you. What's your
name?”
    “Lisha.” He
growled and repeated her name in a whisper. The sound of her name on
his lips sent a delicious quiver through her body. She glanced at
his toned physique and let her eyes wander lower. With a start, she
caught herself and stiffened, appalled at her own dishonorable
intentions towards an injured, defenseless man. She swallowed and
said quickly, “I will never hurt you either, um...”
    “Brad. I'm Brad
Jameson.”
    “I'll take care of you,
Brad Jameson,” she said and started leading him up the stairs.
“My apartment is just on the second floor.”
    He laughed softly. “You're
a brave human. Like my sister-in-law.”
    “Your brother married a
human woman?” she asked, just to make conversation as she
unlocked her front door.
    “Yep. They met on a
dating site. My brother signed my cousins and me up for the dating
site too.”
    “Oh? Any luck so far?”
Lisha flicked on the lights and staggered towards the sofa. Brad
still had his arm draped around her shoulders, but it felt like he
was holding her even tighter than before. The poor man must be in a
lot of pain.
    A slow smile spread across
his face. “Yeah. I just met the girl of my dreams.”
    “Hmm,” Lisha
replied absently. She steered him towards the sofa, but he resisted.
    “I don't want to get my
blood all over your nice furniture. I'll wash up in the bathroom, if
you don't mind.”
    Lisha was about to retort
that her furniture wasn't that nice, and a little blood wouldn't
bother her. She had seen much more blood than that, and had come
across humans who were way scarier and more savage than any shifters
she'd known. She blinked away the terrible memories and nodded
towards the bathroom.
    Brad was staring at her, so
she turned away quickly. “I'll get you some clothes,”
she mumbled and rushed to her bedroom. His gaze was direct and
assessing, and she felt as though he could see right through her.
Did he already sniff out what she was? Did he suspect who she was?
    Lisha took a deep breath and
shook her head. No, of course he didn't know her past. She had only
just met him. He was simply a good Samaritan who'd rescued her from
a lowlife.
    She changed quickly out of
her ripped clothes and pulled on a t-shirt and track pants. When she
emerged from her room with an old, cherished shirt and a pair of
faded jeans in her hands, she found Brad standing in her living room,
staring round her tiny, threadbare apartment. She saw that his wound
had knitted shut and he was already starting to heal. That was the
advantage of having shifter genes. Your body regenerated and healed
faster, even though the scars would always remain.
    He spun round at her
footstep. He glanced at the clothes she held out to him and asked
gruffly, “Are these your boyfriend's clothes?”
    “No. They are...were
my dad's.”
    His throat moved. “I'm
sorry,” he said softly. “And thank you. I'll have them
cleaned and sent back tomorrow.”
    She averted her eyes as he
dressed quickly. The clothes were a size too small and he had to
leave the shift unbuttoned. Not that she minded. It gave her a very
nice view of his toned, ripped torso. She might not be able to
touch, but she could certainly look. And that was enough for her.
She couldn't possibly hope for more.
    “Would you...like some
tea?” she asked tentatively. What she really wanted to ask
was: Would you like to stay—for the night?
    It would be nice not to be
alone for a change.
    But it couldn't be helped.
    This was her life. And she
would hold on to it, God damn it.
    She would not be