A Wife For The Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Brides Book 3) by Natalie Kristen
Authors: Natalie Kristen
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CHAPTER
ONE
Lisha Kwok waved cheerfully
and called out her goodbyes and goodnights to the other two
librarians. Polly and Josephine frowned worriedly at her but she
shook her head and waved them off before they could open their
mouths. She knew what they were going to say, and she appreciated
their concern. Really she did, but she was fine on her own. She had
to be.
“Don't worry, I'll make
it home safely. I can protect myself.” Lisha curled her
fingers into claws and slashed at an imaginary assailant. “Besides,
no one will want to rob me. I practically have nothing in my purse.”
She straightened up and shrugged.
Polly, a middle-aged,
motherly woman sighed. “You should move to a safer
neighborhood, Lisha. Walking home alone every night just isn't...”
“My sister is a real
estate agent. I'll ask her to see if there are any cheap apartments
for rent closer to the library,” Josephine said. Josephine was
younger than Polly but just as motherly. “Polly's right. It's
not safe and you won't let us walk you home...”
“If you walk me home,
then I'll have to walk you home. I worry about you too. Then we'll
end up walking to and fro the whole night,” Lisha laughed.
“See you tomorrow!”
Lisha blew them a kiss and
hurried off before they could raise any more objections. Polly and
Josephine were sweet, and she counted them as her first real friends
since she moved to Moonstone Creek three months ago. In fact, they
were her only friends. She didn't socialize at all outside of work.
She had always been introverted, but now more than ever, she found
that withdrawing into her shell was a necessary means to stay alive.
Lisha ducked her head and
walked briskly. No one would pay attention to her. She wore her
straight, black hair in a tight bun at her nape, and her work attire
consisted of loose slacks and long-sleeved blouses which she kept
buttoned up to her neck. She was only twenty-two, but with her
severe hairstyle and conservative, dull dressing, no one would give
her a second glance.
She had to stay under the
radar and avoid attention. Mack Kross had been put away. But she
just had a feeling that she was still being watched.
Lisha tightened her arms
around herself as the memory of her dad surfaced in her mind. She
wanted to remember his life, but always it was his death that flashed
before her eyes.
She saw him getting out of
the car and walking up to the house, briefcase in one hand, a big
pizza box in the other. He usually worked late, but every Friday,
without fail, he would get off work on time to spend the evening with
his daughter. They would have junk food and watch a movie, or have a
karaoke session. Lisha usually worked long hours as a web designer
in a small, start-up IT firm but Fridays were sacred. It was Fun
Friday, a time to bond and catch up with her dad. Her dad was a
widower, and he had practically brought Lisha up single-handedly.
Her mother's family had objected to the marriage and they'd turned
their backs on their only daughter when she went against their wishes
and married Daren Kwok. Her mom's family had been fully human, and
they didn't want their daughter marrying a shifter. Her dad never
hid nor flaunted his shifter status. He lived and worked largely in
human society, and when he needed to shift, he would drive way out of
the city and let his animal out in the wilderness. It was only after
Lisha turned eighteen that her dad let her accompany him on his long
drives out into the country. He'd wanted to show her the basics of
shifting so she would be prepared if and when her animal emerged.
She was only half shifter, so there was a possibility that she might
live her life as a full human, without her animal ever surfacing.
Female weretigers would experience their first shift between the ages
of eighteen and twenty-four. If she passed her twenty-fifth birthday
without shifting, then it was quite certain that her animal would
never emerge in her lifetime.
Lisha thought of the
ONE
Lisha Kwok waved cheerfully
and called out her goodbyes and goodnights to the other two
librarians. Polly and Josephine frowned worriedly at her but she
shook her head and waved them off before they could open their
mouths. She knew what they were going to say, and she appreciated
their concern. Really she did, but she was fine on her own. She had
to be.
“Don't worry, I'll make
it home safely. I can protect myself.” Lisha curled her
fingers into claws and slashed at an imaginary assailant. “Besides,
no one will want to rob me. I practically have nothing in my purse.”
She straightened up and shrugged.
Polly, a middle-aged,
motherly woman sighed. “You should move to a safer
neighborhood, Lisha. Walking home alone every night just isn't...”
“My sister is a real
estate agent. I'll ask her to see if there are any cheap apartments
for rent closer to the library,” Josephine said. Josephine was
younger than Polly but just as motherly. “Polly's right. It's
not safe and you won't let us walk you home...”
“If you walk me home,
then I'll have to walk you home. I worry about you too. Then we'll
end up walking to and fro the whole night,” Lisha laughed.
“See you tomorrow!”
Lisha blew them a kiss and
hurried off before they could raise any more objections. Polly and
Josephine were sweet, and she counted them as her first real friends
since she moved to Moonstone Creek three months ago. In fact, they
were her only friends. She didn't socialize at all outside of work.
She had always been introverted, but now more than ever, she found
that withdrawing into her shell was a necessary means to stay alive.
Lisha ducked her head and
walked briskly. No one would pay attention to her. She wore her
straight, black hair in a tight bun at her nape, and her work attire
consisted of loose slacks and long-sleeved blouses which she kept
buttoned up to her neck. She was only twenty-two, but with her
severe hairstyle and conservative, dull dressing, no one would give
her a second glance.
She had to stay under the
radar and avoid attention. Mack Kross had been put away. But she
just had a feeling that she was still being watched.
Lisha tightened her arms
around herself as the memory of her dad surfaced in her mind. She
wanted to remember his life, but always it was his death that flashed
before her eyes.
She saw him getting out of
the car and walking up to the house, briefcase in one hand, a big
pizza box in the other. He usually worked late, but every Friday,
without fail, he would get off work on time to spend the evening with
his daughter. They would have junk food and watch a movie, or have a
karaoke session. Lisha usually worked long hours as a web designer
in a small, start-up IT firm but Fridays were sacred. It was Fun
Friday, a time to bond and catch up with her dad. Her dad was a
widower, and he had practically brought Lisha up single-handedly.
Her mother's family had objected to the marriage and they'd turned
their backs on their only daughter when she went against their wishes
and married Daren Kwok. Her mom's family had been fully human, and
they didn't want their daughter marrying a shifter. Her dad never
hid nor flaunted his shifter status. He lived and worked largely in
human society, and when he needed to shift, he would drive way out of
the city and let his animal out in the wilderness. It was only after
Lisha turned eighteen that her dad let her accompany him on his long
drives out into the country. He'd wanted to show her the basics of
shifting so she would be prepared if and when her animal emerged.
She was only half shifter, so there was a possibility that she might
live her life as a full human, without her animal ever surfacing.
Female weretigers would experience their first shift between the ages
of eighteen and twenty-four. If she passed her twenty-fifth birthday
without shifting, then it was quite certain that her animal would
never emerge in her lifetime.
Lisha thought of the
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