Bearly In Time by Kim Fox Read Free Book Online

hurt her, or act in any way but a gentleman than I will find you.”
    “Help!” Mark screamed.
    Connor dropped him but stood there, blocking his way to the door. “Nothing is going to save you from this.”
    Connor let his bear come forward. Not all the way, but just enough to give this guy months of nightmares. His teeth burned as his fangs extended down. His skin sprouted brown fur and his body swelled up to double its size. His shirt ripped and stretched under his massive, ballooning muscles. His nose grew out into a muzzle and his fingers grew long, black nails.
    Mark shrank down the wall covering his face with his arms. “Stop,” he whimpered. “Stop.”
    Connor reeled his bear back in and the transformation reversed. His body shrank back down to his human form and his face turned back to normal. His shirt had three long rips in it across the seems.
    Connor bent down to the trembling groom and stuck his face an inch from his. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, “but I can’t say the same for my bear.”
    Mark was shaking his head and mumbling something. His eyes were glossy and blank. Connor wanted to make sure that his message got across loud and clear.
    He slapped him lightly on the cheek and Mark snapped out of it. He looked at Connor with fear.
    “I’ll be watching you,” Connor said. “Remember. One look at another girl, one rude comment, one insult and my bear will come visit you. And next time I won’t be able to hold him back.”
    Mark gulped as he stared at him.
    Connor stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He threw ten dollars onto his table as he walked past it and headed out the door of the restaurant.
    He had seen enough. It was time to go home.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    Rebecca ran down the street clutching her dress up so she didn’t trip. She had no idea where she was going. She just had to get as far away from the church as possible.
    What the fuck had she been thinking? It was so clear in her mind now. She couldn’t marry Mark. She hated him. She had been lying to herself this whole time. She hated him for cheating on her. He had used her emotional instability to slither his way back into her life and she had felt trapped.
    Not anymore. She was out of the trap and running for her life.
    Rebecca sailed past the diner beside the hotel and ran around the back towards the parking lot. She jumped over the curb and sprinted across the pavement. There was a train station a few blocks away that she was heading for. She would jump on the first train that came and disappear.
    “Rebecca,” a voice called out from behind a car.
    She glanced over while still running, hoping it wasn’t a friend or family member who was attending the wedding.
    She dropped her dress and stared with an open mouth at him. At Connor. Her feet kept going on their own. Her foot stepped on her dress and she flew forward. Her forearms crashed into the cement and a loud rip filled the air as the seems of her dress tore open.
    He was by her side at once, holding her, as she looked at her bleeding arms.
    “What are you doing here?” she asked, shifting onto her butt. Her dress was ruined. Ripped and dirty. The blood from her arms dripped onto the expensive white fabric. Her hair, all done up, was falling onto her forehead and temples in loose strands.
    Connor looked down. “I just had to see you one last time,” he said.
    “Why?” she asked, holding back tears. Everything was all fucked up.
    He sighed. “So that I could see you happy and try to get over you.”
    “Get over me?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. “You got over me pretty fast.”
    He jerked his head back. “My bear bonded with you. You’re my mate. How could I ever get over you?”
    “I saw you,” she whispered. “With that girl.”
    Connor’s pulse was racing. “What girl? There are no other girls. Only you.”
    “Save it,” she said rolling her eyes. She held up her ripped, blood-stained dress. “Do I look