Forbidden Love: A BBW, BWWM Paranormal Romance Read Free Page A

The location of the clan was a highly
guarded secret, and any werebear who left for any reason had to
meander through the forest for hours before returning to their camp.
She’d heard the river and considered a quick stop for some
salmon, her favorite mountain delicacy. That’s how the poachers
had caught her; she’d been taking her time, admiring the beauty
of nature around her when one of them had taken a shot.
    The
poachers had been upwind of her and she hadn’t smelled them.
When she’d run, panic gripping her, the forest had enveloped
her and she’d become lost quickly. When she’d stumbled
into the clearing, her leg bleeding freely, she’d been
hopelessly turned around; she would never have made it out of the
forest on her own, whether or not she’d been shot.
    So
she paid attention as Alex carried her further west. Luckily, her
sense of direction was impeccable, a trait of all werebears. She
briefly wondered if werewolves also had a good sense of direction,
then dismissed the thought with the shake of her head. Probably, like
her, it was instinctive, born in them as it was born in her.
    She watched for specific landmarks, like the tree that
bent at a ninety degree angle to the right of a fallen tree covered
in ants. A little further along, a large hole in the ground near a
tree hinted that a groundhog or gopher lived there. And next to that,
someone had hung a rope with a huge knot at the end for children to
swing on. We must be getting close to the
werewolf camp , she thought. Glancing to the
north, she could see the mountain where she lived. She’d be
able to keep that in sight if she needed to escape.
    Escape,
Alice? Really, girl? You
can’t even walk, let alone get away from a PACK of werewolves, she chided herself, disgusted. Her leg was still oozing blood,
although a lovely scab had begun to crust over the wound. The bullet
was lodged in there and would have to be removed. Putting any weight
on it without proper binding would be next to impossible for even a
few steps, let alone the pace she’d have to maintain if a pack
of werewolves chose to follow her.
    Further ahead, she saw a break in the trees, indicating
a large clearing. She prepared herself mentally to meet the werewolf
pack as Alex slowed his pace and stopped. He shrugged his massive
shoulders and gave a little whine to indicate to Alice to climb down.
She slid off the side, landing on the ground on her good leg, and
waited for him to return to his human form.
    *****
    Alice’s weight on his back had been uncomfortable
for him, but not because of her sexy plumpness. He enjoyed the
closeness of her, the feeling of her hands running through his fur as
if she’d never felt anything so soft. The way she’d
clamped her legs around him had aroused him, causing embarrassment to
flit into his mind.
    He was ashamed of his thoughts. How could he become
aroused by this woman? For one, she was injured and needed his help.
She had trusted him to protect her, had put her life in his hands.
His only concern should be her welfare, not how damn hot she was. And
secondly, she was a werebear, his natural enemy. Nothing, absolutely
nothing, could happen between them. His pack would forbid it, and she
would probably turn him down if he tried. That
would be embarrassing, he thought.
    As he had run through the forest, he’d listened
carefully for the poachers. In this form, he could hear everything,
even the squirrels scrabbling up the trees to avoid him. He’d
also felt her shift uncomfortably. He’d slowed his pace to
accommodate her pain. But the amount of blood she’d lost was
concerning. Her chocolate face had looked gray when he’d lifted
her to her feet back in the clearing; he had to get her to help.
    When he neared his camp, he decided a quick conversation
would be best. He needed to prepare her for his family, so he stopped
about a hundred yards away from the clearing and shrugged to indicate
to her she needed to climb down. He was prepared to