Breakwater: Rick (BBW Bad Boy Space Bear Shifter Romance) (Star Bears Book 2) by Becca Fanning Page A
Authors: Becca Fanning
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mercenaries.
“Shifting!” the captain shouted, then tossed his blaster to the side and stood in the middle of the hail of bullets.
It happened in less than five seconds. His skin rippled, then exploded outwards, fur covering the expanding form. A snapping sound and a slick, organic noise could be heard over the report of the blasters and in the time it took to blink a giant, dark-furred bear stood where the captain had been. Zosha stared.
The bear shook itself off, then lunged for the attackers, who, understandably disoriented, scattered.
“Hey!” a voice behind them yelled. Zosha turned to see two new guards hauling their bleeding comrade into the compound, about five others in identical uniforms streaming out from behind them, energy shields flickering to life around them. They began firing at the mercs, who were forced to scatter.
“Go,” Rick commanded.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Zosha protested.
“And I don’t want to see you get shot. We came here geared up to fight. You didn’t.”
“But…” Zosha started, then swallowed around the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to be responsible for his death. She didn’t think she could live with herself.
Rick hesitated, then leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. It took her a second to realize what was happening, but once she did she grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to pull him closer. They broke apart breathing heavily.
“I will come back safe,” he promised her. “I want to see that through.”
Zosha tried to say something in return and found that she her throat had tightened and she couldn’t speak. Instead, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and dashed towards the door.
As soon as she was inside, one of the new guards hit the button to close the door. She turned to see that Rick had stood up, skin rippling the way the captain’s had.
“Wait!” Zosha yelled. “The bears are on our side!”
The last thing she saw before the doors closed completely was Rick erupting into his bear form, back to her. She sent a silent prayer to whatever might be listening for him to come through this safely.
“That was the weirdest fucking thing I’ve seen since I started working here,” one of the new guards, a tall blond man, said.
“He’s new,” the other one told Zosha, hauling his injured friend up and looping an arm under his shoulder. “Alright, I’m going to get Davison to medical. Take her to the boss.”
“On it,” the blond said. He gripped Zosha’s arm lightly and began to walk deeper into the compound.
Zosha let herself be led away. Something in her heart wrenched painfully at leaving Rick behind and she told herself he’d be fine. He had to be.
The guard stopped in front of a door and knocked on it three times.
“Come in,” a voice said from inside.
They went in.
Sylas Rahm had grey streaking his temples and cold blue eyes. He sat back in a large padded chair behind his desk, calmer than Zosha thought anyone who had people trying to shoot up his compound had any right to be. The light from the holoscreen on his desk lit him up, making his angles more severe.
“Thank you,” he said, nodding at the guard, who nodded back and then walked out, closing the door.
“So,” Sylas said lazily. “Tell me what all this is about.”
“It started with me picking the wrong pocket,” Zosha started, steeling herself. She told him about Lan Doro’s first barely avoided attack and all the running that followed. She told about sneaking through Dalos XI and onto the Breakwater . About being found. She only left out knowing Spinner, out of habit, and the truth about the Breakwater crew’s genetics.
“…and there’s four of mine still outside,” she said, winding down. “And seeing as they can’t do much business for you if they’re dead, I think it would be best if you tried to keep them alive. Sir.”
Sylas contemplated her, eyes running over her as though she were a
“Shifting!” the captain shouted, then tossed his blaster to the side and stood in the middle of the hail of bullets.
It happened in less than five seconds. His skin rippled, then exploded outwards, fur covering the expanding form. A snapping sound and a slick, organic noise could be heard over the report of the blasters and in the time it took to blink a giant, dark-furred bear stood where the captain had been. Zosha stared.
The bear shook itself off, then lunged for the attackers, who, understandably disoriented, scattered.
“Hey!” a voice behind them yelled. Zosha turned to see two new guards hauling their bleeding comrade into the compound, about five others in identical uniforms streaming out from behind them, energy shields flickering to life around them. They began firing at the mercs, who were forced to scatter.
“Go,” Rick commanded.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Zosha protested.
“And I don’t want to see you get shot. We came here geared up to fight. You didn’t.”
“But…” Zosha started, then swallowed around the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to be responsible for his death. She didn’t think she could live with herself.
Rick hesitated, then leaned in and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. It took her a second to realize what was happening, but once she did she grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to pull him closer. They broke apart breathing heavily.
“I will come back safe,” he promised her. “I want to see that through.”
Zosha tried to say something in return and found that she her throat had tightened and she couldn’t speak. Instead, she pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and dashed towards the door.
As soon as she was inside, one of the new guards hit the button to close the door. She turned to see that Rick had stood up, skin rippling the way the captain’s had.
“Wait!” Zosha yelled. “The bears are on our side!”
The last thing she saw before the doors closed completely was Rick erupting into his bear form, back to her. She sent a silent prayer to whatever might be listening for him to come through this safely.
“That was the weirdest fucking thing I’ve seen since I started working here,” one of the new guards, a tall blond man, said.
“He’s new,” the other one told Zosha, hauling his injured friend up and looping an arm under his shoulder. “Alright, I’m going to get Davison to medical. Take her to the boss.”
“On it,” the blond said. He gripped Zosha’s arm lightly and began to walk deeper into the compound.
Zosha let herself be led away. Something in her heart wrenched painfully at leaving Rick behind and she told herself he’d be fine. He had to be.
The guard stopped in front of a door and knocked on it three times.
“Come in,” a voice said from inside.
They went in.
Sylas Rahm had grey streaking his temples and cold blue eyes. He sat back in a large padded chair behind his desk, calmer than Zosha thought anyone who had people trying to shoot up his compound had any right to be. The light from the holoscreen on his desk lit him up, making his angles more severe.
“Thank you,” he said, nodding at the guard, who nodded back and then walked out, closing the door.
“So,” Sylas said lazily. “Tell me what all this is about.”
“It started with me picking the wrong pocket,” Zosha started, steeling herself. She told him about Lan Doro’s first barely avoided attack and all the running that followed. She told about sneaking through Dalos XI and onto the Breakwater . About being found. She only left out knowing Spinner, out of habit, and the truth about the Breakwater crew’s genetics.
“…and there’s four of mine still outside,” she said, winding down. “And seeing as they can’t do much business for you if they’re dead, I think it would be best if you tried to keep them alive. Sir.”
Sylas contemplated her, eyes running over her as though she were a
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