The Bears Shared Bride: A Paranormal Menage Romance Read Free Page B

had seemed uncomfortable with the idea he was marrying.
    Thinking back to their last tryst two days ago, Thearon still wasn’t sure what the woman had been getting at. He’d entered the sunny apartment to find her dressed in street clothing, rather than the standard teddy. Caught off guard, he had asked Violet, “Where’s the lace?”
    When she’d simply looked down upon her jeans and high heeled boots, Violet had turned back to him with a question of her own, “Didn’t you text me and say you needed more time with me?”
    Thearon still hadn’t been confused at this point, “Yes,” he’d answered. “I gave you the hour’s warning as our agreement stipulates. Our current schedule ended at the beginning of this week and is suspended until the Queen submits her own schedule. At that point, I can merge everything and let you know when our new times will occur. But at the moment, I needed a release. I thought it was clear the extra sessions were still going to be happening?”
    “Oh, ok,” Violet was biting her lip. He didn’t like that. Where had his confident woman gone? The no-nonsense one who threw him on beds? “I’m sorry, I thought you were asking me for a different type of time.”
    “Are you aware of an alternate universe in which we don’t adhere to minutes, hours and days?” Thearon had snapped. He didn’t have time for this.
    At the change in his tone, Violet changed her own as well, “I guess I dreamed of a world in which I wouldn’t have to worry about time at all. Not waiting for yours or submitting to someone else's. I thought you were asking for more.”
    “I did ask for time with you.” Thearon said looking down at his watch, “Time that, by the way, is quickly dwindling. I expect you to be ready for me when I ask.”
    “I’ve always expected you to enjoy your time with me. I don’t know if that’s going to be true from now on,” Violet hedged.
    “Do you intend to change your sexual persuasion? Perhaps become a nun? So long as you stay the same, I will enjoy you as I always have.”
    Violet looked closer at Thearon and her eyes cleared as if she’d suddenly seen something in him that answered her question. At that point, she’d performed a striptease of her everyday clothing and Thearon had made a mental note to text her that it was just as sexy as the usual lace and silk. As far as their conversation, he still wasn’t sure what her problem had been. Thearon didn’t know if it stemmed from Violet feeling uncomfortable being with a married man or if it was because she harbored some Cinderella fantasy that he loved her enough to shirk his responsibility and run off with her instead. The fact of the matter was, Thearon thought, as he looked at his watch, by this time of day, Thearon had hoped to be married already. The later the ceremony went, the longer he was away from security concerns.
    Thearon paused in front of the last family portrait, the Alpha dressed in that god awful red antique jacket and the Omega looking stern and fierce in a popular suit design of the time. It wasn’t hard to mentally replace the men in the painting with Parker and Thearon. Fate picked the LeKing Tribe Alpha and Omega well. What had always interested Thearon as a young boy, however, were the women in the paintings.
    Each of them was unique as a snowflake nestled in between seeming carbon copies of the men. No two of the women were alike though all were beautiful. As his soft leather shoes whispered up the hallway, Thearon was greeted by a veritable buffet of beauties. They were curvy, tall, willowy and athletic. Some had dark hair and tan skins others had blue eyes or long graceful necks.
    The only common element was the look in the women’s eyes. Each one looked like the cat that had got the cream, like they were harboring a deep satisfaction. It was a mystery Thearon puzzled over, though as a grown man, he wondered if it was because two busy husbands meant more time for the Queen’s own