Noble Wolf (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) by Terra Wolf, Amelia Jade Read Free Book Online Page B

things easier as she settled in to Moonlight Canyon and became more comfortable with her surroundings, and him. For now though, she was too shaken up to deal with whatever craziness was going on between them. The stress may not seep through the cracks in her armor for others to see, but it was there. Oh hell was it ever.
    "Don't forget," she said, reminding herself aloud. "There's also the little factor of what the fuck everyone is hiding here. For all you know, you may have walked into a mafia business, lady," she said, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the wall.
    The room itself was huge and quite spacious. There was a large closet and storage area on her right, which was split in half by the mirror. There was also a thermostat on the wall, which—after a quick glance around—she assumed was likely for the baseboard heaters. The bed was in the middle of the wall to her left, with two nightstands on either side. On the far wall from the door were a bookcase, a chair, and a low-slung six-drawer dresser.
    "Look at all this space for clothes," she said in delight, some of her sadness from earlier pushed aside. It was unlike what she had expected when Thomas had said she was to move into a "lodge." The room was better equipped than some glamorous hotels. It would do perfectly until she bought a house.
    Jumping onto the bed, she lay back, thinking about unpacking later.

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    With a start she sat upright. Work clothes were still on her body, all of her bags still packed.
    "What time is it?" she mumbled, fumbling for her phone. Six thirty? Holy shit. It had been a little after ten thirty when she arrived the night before. She had slept for almost eight hours without meaning to! The worst part was that today was an off day. Good job brain. Waking up at an ungodly hour in the morning, on a day filled with nothing. Bravo.
    "Morning sleepyhead," came the call from her door half an hour later, as she finally managed to pry herself out of bed.
    "What are you talking about Bryce?" she asked. "Why are you knocking on my door so early?"
    "Breakfast is almost ready," he replied before rapping on her door again.
    "What? Already?"
    "We eat early around here?" he said, answering her question with a question.
    "What's for breakfast?" she asked, fumbling around with a pair of sweatpants that she pulled from one bag, and a big, baggy sweater she yanked from another.
    Let's see Bryce find the attractiveness in this outfit, she thought, glancing at herself in the mirror. Finally, brushing her hair out of her face with her hand, she opened the door.
    Bryce was standing right in the doorframe. He didn't move fast enough, and she practically rebounded off his chest. Good morning! Her muscles and reflexes sang as she shot her arms out to steady her.
    "Do you always stand right in the way?" she grumped.
    "If I can manage it. Do you always charge out of your room in the mornings like that?" he returned.
    "You're too cheerful. Cut it out. And yes, I do walk out of my bedroom without fear of being bulldozed over by a gigantic male presence. Thank you," she said, though it was halfhearted.
    "Time for food," he said, grabbing her hand and using his other to propel her toward the kitchen.
    Natasha stopped dead as the sight and smell hit her harder than Bryce's rock-solid chest.
    "Holy shit."
    Holden was lording over a feast as he scooped food out of pans onto plates, from pots into bowls, and even pulled steaming hash browns from a tray in the oven. Her mouth would have begun drooling if she didn't slam it shut.
    "You guys make this for breakfast? " she asked, blinking in surprise.
    "It's not always this fancy. Holden is the best cook, but generally, yes. Why?" he asked, concerned. "Are you allergic to anything? Or a vegan?" He wrung his hands together, likely without realizing it, smiling as he fretted over her. "We can whip something up for you I'm sure."
    "No, Bryce, trust me. This is more than fine. I only have one thing to