Romance: Stranded With The Alpha Bear: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werebear, BBW, Bear Shifter Romance) (Sweet Shifters Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

they’re killed? They’re no good anymore for males?”
    “Well, the female werewolves don’t survive to infancy. They’re usually miscarried, so it’s not… you know, beneficial for the pack to have females.”
    “Okay…”
    He sighed, “What I think happens is that having the babies, being impregnated, takes a lot out of the abducted girls and… they die in childbirth. That’s why the werewolves have no humanity toward women. They only see them as measures for reproduction.”
    “So they’re misogynists?”
    “I guess you could say that. Why are you asking?”
    “I uh… I remembered a girl I was friends with who disappeared. I wanted to know…”
    He sipped his coffee, watching me. “I really don’t know what happens to the girls. That’s just my guess.”
    “Are bear-shifters the same?”
    “No. We come from an ancient line to keep order with the werewolves. It’s a… complicated story.”
    “Do tell.”
    “Well, um… the story is that the werewolves are cursed, which is why they don’t live long and that. Only the leader and his family line live longer in order to keep the pack protected. The leader, long ago, was a shaman who betrayed the tribe. So, they cursed him.”
    “But they didn’t realize how dangerous the werewolves were?”
    “No. That’s why they needed the protection from the bear. They designated the strongest of the tribe to be…” he paused, “‘blessed’ with the ability to transform. But the werewolves reproduced at too high a rate. And then the white people came, and the tribe mostly died out.”
    “How did your family survive?”
    “Well, the last of the bear-shifters in the tribe came here to this church. There was a missionary family that tried to save them. My ancestor fell in love with one of their daughters, so they formed a truce. The church has stayed in the family to protect against the wolves.”
    “Oh, okay. But you said they hadn’t been protecting the women for a while?”
    “Well, there weren’t many of us left, so we mostly kept to ourselves. Then….” he paused again, his expression thoughtful. “You know, I really have to get back to work. I’ll have to finish this later.”
    He poured himself more coffee and gave a mumbled excuse.
    “Wait,” I grabbed his arm, making him start. For some reason, the contact with him made my own skin feel warm and tingly. “Can’t you tell me something to ease my mind?”
    “I think I’ve told you enough,” he replied, looking deeply into my eyes. “Excuse me.”
    I watched him go, wondering why he got so strange toward the end of our conversation. Yet, my hand still felt warm from touching him. I couldn’t shake that feeling of his eyes meeting mine, how deeply they delved into my soul. It sounds stupid to say just a look as he retreated could have such an effect on me. If he weren’t so rude, I could probably learn to like him. He’s just so handsome.
    I grabbed a cup and poured some coffee for myself. I prefer my coffee black, especially nice coffee like he has, so this could be quite the treat. I sipped it and immediately spit it back out.
    “Oh my God, what is this?” I said out loud. “How hard is it to make coffee?”
    He may be handsome, but he’s arrogant and terrible. These two weeks can’t be over soon enough.
     

 
     
     
    V.
     
    I didn’t see Christian much over the next few days, though we live in the same house. He let me sleep in the guest room and “make it my own” (though I didn’t have anything to make it my own. All of my things were at my house.) I did jump on the bed a few times (okay, many times) to break it in, which helped quite a bit, I’d say. I also found a tablet in a drawer that helped keep me interested.
    He moved around the house like a phantom - I could hear him in his room and his office, as well as see his shadow disappear into another room. Sometimes I’d catch him in the morning looking out the window, but he’d swiftly state how busy he was