Romance: My Bear Boss: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Ashley Hunter Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Ashley Hunter
hardly in the position to ask any questions.”
“Why, are you going to kill me if I do?” She retorted defiantly.
“Or are you going to go ahead and do it anyway? In that case, I can ask all the questions I want.”
If there was any reaction he was expecting it probably wasn’t that, judging by the expression of genuine surprise over his face. Ingrid gave yank at her restraints, hating the way the metal felt around her wrists. The metal against her skin reminded her that if she planned on escaping, mouthing off to this man probably wasn’t the best idea.
Anger dissipating, Ingrid bit down on her lip as she ducked her chin and escaped his gaze.
When she looked back up, his expression had flattened back to the way it was before she had surprised him.
“Look,” she began, “I just want to go home. I already swore I would never tell anyone about what happened.”
“And what did you see happen?” He intervened, chin raising slightly as he looked down at her.
The question made her feel small, but not as small as his gaze did. It was piercing, daring her now to try to sass back. Ingrid felt real fear take her then and forced her to look away and hope he didn’t decide to get rid of her then.
“Quiet now, are we?”
“Please…” She whispered, fists clenching tight as she tried to keep from shaking.
“Please… I just want to go home.”
There was a moment when he said nothing, and Ingrid was too frightened to look up at him again.
Finally, “What’s your name?”
“…Why?” She asked, and there was honest confusion. Why would he want her name if she was only going to end up dead?
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
A humorless snort escaped her then and a few silent tears escaped her eyes. If she was going to die, she wasn’t going to die bowing her head.
Sniffing, Ingrid faced him again, “Ingrid.”
“Nice to meet you, Ingrid.”
He said, and his tone was almost amicable. “You can call me Leo.”
She digested the information with the same numbness that had taken over her when she had tried to escape in the woods.
“Are you going to kill me now?”
He smiled at her, amused.
“I don’t see reason to do that any time soon,” He shrugged.
The motion was almost graceful, and it drew her attention to the rest of him. He was sturdy, thick, but he held himself with a poise that reminded her of a cat. Which was odd enough to try to picture, but the way he stared down at her wasn’t unlike how a cat stared down at a trapped mouse.
His smile disappeared, “But I won’t be allowing you to leave, either.”
Ingrid jolted, pushing to her knees toward him, “What—why?”
“I’m not an idiot, Ingrid.” Leo state simply.
“While I have no intentions in harming you, I know that you saw what I did, even if you don’t know why… I cannot let you leave. You’ve seen too much, and quite honestly, I don’t trust you enough to keep your word.”
“P-please!” Ingrid begged again.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone! I don’t even know where we are! Just let me head back, you’ll never see me again and I won’t tell anyone!”
He shook his head, “This pains me as much as it hurts you, Ingrid. I’m sorry, truly I am.”
But instead of soothing her, his words only ignited a fury in her blood.
She wanted to hurt him, to make him release her. None of this was fair. None of it.
“Screw you and your apology!” She spat, teeth baring as she struggled against the cuffs. He was already turning away and walking off.
“You bastard! Let me go! Where are you going?!”
He didn’t answer as he approached the door, and in a last spur of hateful anger Ingrid shouted at him once more.
“You can’t keep me here, do you hear me?! I will get out of here, if it’s the last thing I do! I’ll make sure everyone knows of the blood on your hands and you will be the one locked away!”
Leo paused over the door and for a moment Ingrid was overwhelmed with the sheer power of
“Why, are you going to kill me if I do?” She retorted defiantly.
“Or are you going to go ahead and do it anyway? In that case, I can ask all the questions I want.”
If there was any reaction he was expecting it probably wasn’t that, judging by the expression of genuine surprise over his face. Ingrid gave yank at her restraints, hating the way the metal felt around her wrists. The metal against her skin reminded her that if she planned on escaping, mouthing off to this man probably wasn’t the best idea.
Anger dissipating, Ingrid bit down on her lip as she ducked her chin and escaped his gaze.
When she looked back up, his expression had flattened back to the way it was before she had surprised him.
“Look,” she began, “I just want to go home. I already swore I would never tell anyone about what happened.”
“And what did you see happen?” He intervened, chin raising slightly as he looked down at her.
The question made her feel small, but not as small as his gaze did. It was piercing, daring her now to try to sass back. Ingrid felt real fear take her then and forced her to look away and hope he didn’t decide to get rid of her then.
“Quiet now, are we?”
“Please…” She whispered, fists clenching tight as she tried to keep from shaking.
“Please… I just want to go home.”
There was a moment when he said nothing, and Ingrid was too frightened to look up at him again.
Finally, “What’s your name?”
“…Why?” She asked, and there was honest confusion. Why would he want her name if she was only going to end up dead?
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
A humorless snort escaped her then and a few silent tears escaped her eyes. If she was going to die, she wasn’t going to die bowing her head.
Sniffing, Ingrid faced him again, “Ingrid.”
“Nice to meet you, Ingrid.”
He said, and his tone was almost amicable. “You can call me Leo.”
She digested the information with the same numbness that had taken over her when she had tried to escape in the woods.
“Are you going to kill me now?”
He smiled at her, amused.
“I don’t see reason to do that any time soon,” He shrugged.
The motion was almost graceful, and it drew her attention to the rest of him. He was sturdy, thick, but he held himself with a poise that reminded her of a cat. Which was odd enough to try to picture, but the way he stared down at her wasn’t unlike how a cat stared down at a trapped mouse.
His smile disappeared, “But I won’t be allowing you to leave, either.”
Ingrid jolted, pushing to her knees toward him, “What—why?”
“I’m not an idiot, Ingrid.” Leo state simply.
“While I have no intentions in harming you, I know that you saw what I did, even if you don’t know why… I cannot let you leave. You’ve seen too much, and quite honestly, I don’t trust you enough to keep your word.”
“P-please!” Ingrid begged again.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone! I don’t even know where we are! Just let me head back, you’ll never see me again and I won’t tell anyone!”
He shook his head, “This pains me as much as it hurts you, Ingrid. I’m sorry, truly I am.”
But instead of soothing her, his words only ignited a fury in her blood.
She wanted to hurt him, to make him release her. None of this was fair. None of it.
“Screw you and your apology!” She spat, teeth baring as she struggled against the cuffs. He was already turning away and walking off.
“You bastard! Let me go! Where are you going?!”
He didn’t answer as he approached the door, and in a last spur of hateful anger Ingrid shouted at him once more.
“You can’t keep me here, do you hear me?! I will get out of here, if it’s the last thing I do! I’ll make sure everyone knows of the blood on your hands and you will be the one locked away!”
Leo paused over the door and for a moment Ingrid was overwhelmed with the sheer power of
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