Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance by A.T. Mitchell Page A

way you made her suffer. This is for
carrying out Branson's orders like a mindless animal.
    My jaw popped. I winced at the pain, struggling to
regain my hold. I released the death bite when I realized his claws
weren't pressing into me anymore, nor was he bellowing his lungs out.
    The bear underneath me slumped to the ground. I stepped
past, dipping one paw into a puddle of sticky red blood pooling
beneath his head.
    Sorry, brother. Except you were no brother of mine in
the end.
    I never wanted to kill my own kind. Regardless, there
would be plenty of time for soul searching later.
    I needed my girl. I pricked my furry ears up at the air,
gathering breath, hoping no one else had heard the battle downstairs.
    I waited several seconds, listening intently. Nothing.
    My hind leg touched the cold black handgun. I shifted
into a man, resting the bear, wiping excess blood onto the wall to
clean my hands. I reached toward the ground, picking up the gun and
my jacket too – the one thing I hadn't shredded to pieces when
I changed.
    Lyla gave me the weirdest look when I came around the
corner. I was naked from the waist down with a slim leather coat
wrapped around my shoulders, the gun drawn at my side.
    “ What the fuck happened to your pants?”
    I just gave her a smile.
    “ Oh...Jesus!” Her eyes popped open. “I
never thought I'd see you again! You gave me up.”
    “ No, you saw a ruse. I'd never, ever turn you over
to these animals to be ripped apart. Count on it.” I moved
behind her, working out the knot in the cord. They'd bound her hands
behind the chair, a painful reminder of our first meeting. “Let's
just get you out of here.”
    She stood and quickly stretched. I marveled at her
curves, shaking with their newfound freedom.
    I nearly had to hide an erection.
    “ There's a door this way. I'm gonna lead you down
this hall. Step over Victor carefully and don't look.”
    I knew it was an impossible order, but I had to try.
Gawking at his body would only delay us.
    Lyla did her best to keep her eyes trained on me. I took
her by the hand and we walked quickly down the old maintenance
corridor, past the crumpled being on the floor and the widening red
pool around him.
    “ Wait!” She hissed, just as I kicked the
busted the door aside. “You're going out like that?”
    “ Isn't like I have much choice. I'll change as
soon as we get away from here. We have to get to your car.”
    I moved, quickly walking out into the cool dark night.
Lyla was right behind me, struggling to keep pace as fast as her big
beautiful legs could carry her.
    “ Hey, hey! Where are we heading? Would you just
slow down and tell me what's going on?” Frustration boiled in
her voice.
    “ We need to put distance between ourselves and
this place. Some real fucking miles. Here, there's an old barn we use
as a garage up ahead...I'm positive they would've taken your car
there.”
    She followed me in silence. It only took a few minutes
to cross the back paths through the reservation.
    Luckily, it was so late now that the whole town was
asleep, or else packing in for a late dinner.
    The proper hunting season hadn't started yet. There
shouldn't be any bears in the woods except the patrols. And among
that handful, one was dead and the other was peacefully snoring in my
cabin.
    The people didn't know about this incident yet, even if
someone had found Victor. News traveled fast among our small group,
but not that fast.
    “ There!” I stopped at the door leading into
the big long shed. I knocked once, just to be safe.
    No answer.
    I reached for the handle and pulled. The rotten woodwork
gave way even faster than I expected.
    Lyla cursed behind me, coughing. The big wooden slab hit
the ground hard and kicked up a small dust cloud.
    I reached behind me, found her hand, and pulled my
companion into the office. Luck found us again: there were no other
vehicles in for a fix right now.
    Brady, our lone mechanic, was messy and lazy as ever.
He'd left the keys on