Secret Baby Lion: A BBW Lion-Shifter Romance (Shift Your Fate Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Cara Wylde
then what?
CHAPTER TWO
Olivia watched Liam sleep, tucked at her side, his little hands clutching the teddy bear his aunt, Miranda, had given him when they arrived in NYC. In his sleep, his brows were furrowed, as if he was trying to solve a mystery. His mother ran her fingers through his golden hair, and the boy sighed happily, his face relaxing and his breathing becoming deeper, calmer. Olivia smiled down at him and wished she could fall asleep just as easily. But there would be no sleep for her tonight.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind wandering to that night, two years before. She was 24 again, wild and beautiful, free and determined to live her life her own way. Except that was the night she had screwed everything up.
Olivia had always been the favorite daughter of the Jensen family. Stubborn and spoiled, she was ambitions, the first in her class, and never took “no” for an answer. Whatever Olivia wanted, Olivia would eventually get. That had pissed Miranda off one too many times. Her elder sister was calm and calculated, but not as bright and beautiful as Olivia, and she knew it. She envied her, too, and Liv liked the attention. That was until Miranda met Logan, and her little sister didn’t matter anymore, because Logan only had eyes for her. He seemed to be the only one who wasn’t impressed by Liv’s natural charm, killer curves, and wicked smile. And when Miranda noticed her little sister was trying to get under her boyfriend’s skin, she wasn’t mad. For the first time in her life, probably, she felt good about herself. She finally had something… someone Liv couldn’t have. When Logan proposed to her and they established the wedding date, Miranda felt like she had won the absurd competition that had been stressing her out since the day Olivia was born. Or… so she thought.
Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. Miranda would never know she had let her win. That night, two years ago, Olivia had let her sister win. And now she was in this room, in her sister’s apartment, at this late hour of the night, unable to shift her attention to something else, to some other memories that didn’t involve guilt. At the end of the corridor, Miranda slept peacefully next to her husband, Logan, and in another bedroom, their two children, a son and a daughter, were probably dreaming of the games they had played all day. Thinking about Miranda’s family, Olivia couldn’t help but feel out of place. Yes, she felt like an intruder. She shouldn’t have come here. But where else could she have gone? She looked at Liam’s form again, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed to her side. For him, she could make it through a few more days. She could spend time with Miranda, play with her niece and nephew, and keep avoiding Logan like the plague. It wasn’t that hard, as Logan was doing his best to avoid her, too. He worked late and didn’t make it for dinner most days.
“It’s gonna be fine,” she whispered to herself. “I can do this.”
She was thinking of being nice to Miranda, staying out of Logan’s way, and… finding Tristan Ward, the father of her child. And when all of it was over, she’d pack her bags and take Liam back to London, back to their peaceful life there. She missed her job, her colleagues, the rainy days, and even her aunt, Cecilia. She promised to herself that she and Liam would visit Cecilia more often. The old woman was absolutely mad about the boy.
“Tristan Ward,” she whispered, then immediately touched her lips with the tips of her fingers. His name still tasted weird on her tongue. She remembered how weird it had sounded to her when he had introduced himself that night. Weird and interesting. It wasn’t a common name, by any means.
Olivia had already had a couple of drinks before going to the club. Her make-up was a bit smeared, and her hair was messy in a sexy way. She had no red lipstick left on her lips, as she had walked out on the man she had eventually refused to
CHAPTER TWO
Olivia watched Liam sleep, tucked at her side, his little hands clutching the teddy bear his aunt, Miranda, had given him when they arrived in NYC. In his sleep, his brows were furrowed, as if he was trying to solve a mystery. His mother ran her fingers through his golden hair, and the boy sighed happily, his face relaxing and his breathing becoming deeper, calmer. Olivia smiled down at him and wished she could fall asleep just as easily. But there would be no sleep for her tonight.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind wandering to that night, two years before. She was 24 again, wild and beautiful, free and determined to live her life her own way. Except that was the night she had screwed everything up.
Olivia had always been the favorite daughter of the Jensen family. Stubborn and spoiled, she was ambitions, the first in her class, and never took “no” for an answer. Whatever Olivia wanted, Olivia would eventually get. That had pissed Miranda off one too many times. Her elder sister was calm and calculated, but not as bright and beautiful as Olivia, and she knew it. She envied her, too, and Liv liked the attention. That was until Miranda met Logan, and her little sister didn’t matter anymore, because Logan only had eyes for her. He seemed to be the only one who wasn’t impressed by Liv’s natural charm, killer curves, and wicked smile. And when Miranda noticed her little sister was trying to get under her boyfriend’s skin, she wasn’t mad. For the first time in her life, probably, she felt good about herself. She finally had something… someone Liv couldn’t have. When Logan proposed to her and they established the wedding date, Miranda felt like she had won the absurd competition that had been stressing her out since the day Olivia was born. Or… so she thought.
Olivia closed her eyes and sighed. Miranda would never know she had let her win. That night, two years ago, Olivia had let her sister win. And now she was in this room, in her sister’s apartment, at this late hour of the night, unable to shift her attention to something else, to some other memories that didn’t involve guilt. At the end of the corridor, Miranda slept peacefully next to her husband, Logan, and in another bedroom, their two children, a son and a daughter, were probably dreaming of the games they had played all day. Thinking about Miranda’s family, Olivia couldn’t help but feel out of place. Yes, she felt like an intruder. She shouldn’t have come here. But where else could she have gone? She looked at Liam’s form again, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed to her side. For him, she could make it through a few more days. She could spend time with Miranda, play with her niece and nephew, and keep avoiding Logan like the plague. It wasn’t that hard, as Logan was doing his best to avoid her, too. He worked late and didn’t make it for dinner most days.
“It’s gonna be fine,” she whispered to herself. “I can do this.”
She was thinking of being nice to Miranda, staying out of Logan’s way, and… finding Tristan Ward, the father of her child. And when all of it was over, she’d pack her bags and take Liam back to London, back to their peaceful life there. She missed her job, her colleagues, the rainy days, and even her aunt, Cecilia. She promised to herself that she and Liam would visit Cecilia more often. The old woman was absolutely mad about the boy.
“Tristan Ward,” she whispered, then immediately touched her lips with the tips of her fingers. His name still tasted weird on her tongue. She remembered how weird it had sounded to her when he had introduced himself that night. Weird and interesting. It wasn’t a common name, by any means.
Olivia had already had a couple of drinks before going to the club. Her make-up was a bit smeared, and her hair was messy in a sexy way. She had no red lipstick left on her lips, as she had walked out on the man she had eventually refused to
Readers choose
Katana Collins
Lindsey Fairleigh, Lindsey Pogue
Fotini Tsalikoglou, Mary Kritoeff
Pamela Binnings Ewen
Stella Knightley
Kylie Gilmore
Carlos Ruiz Zafón
BWWM Club, Tyra Small