Bear King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance

Bear
King's Curves: A BBW Werebear Shifter Romance

By
A.T. Mitchell

Content
copyright © A.T. Mitchell. All rights reserved.

Published
in the United States of America.

First
published in February, 2014.

Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance it may hold to
persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental.

About
This Book

HIS CROWN. HIS CURVES. HIS FATED MATE.

Lyla Redd has just stolen her last
precious artifact from the Klamath Bear Clan. The curvy smuggler got
away with it before, but she doesn't know serious danger can arrive
anytime in big, dark, and very muscular packages.

When werebear Alpha Nick Tunder lays
eyes on the voluptuous beauty he's been sent to kill, he realizes the
mission is a bust. Taking back his people's treasure is the easy
part. Keeping Lyla away proves much harder, especially when she
pursues and ends up in his bed for a thorough spanking.

Then the other Klamath bears find a
human woman on their turf. Fur and claws fly as Lyla is sentenced to
a darker fate.

Soaring passions hide much to explore,
just like the mysterious artifact that brought them together. Deep
love, lust, and an answer to their woes in an ancient royal bloodline
are almost in reach, if only they can put the pieces together and
their hearts on the line.

Destiny
makes very strange bedfellows and beautiful fated mates...

I:
Curves to Kill (Nick)

“
There. That's her, young man. Your target.”
Elder Branson growled across the table, his angry face illuminated by
the pale lamp overhead. “Take her out. Make it quick and clean,
but make her pay.”

I reached across the table for a better look at the face
glowing on his tablet. I smoothed my forehead, sweeping away small
droplets of sweat.

The human backroom made me seep moisture. Or was it from
seeing the face of the woman I was going to kill?

She stared out the screen at me above the name LYLA
REDD, a face with soft curves instead of protruding cheekbones, her
pale skin glowing beneath a police camera light. Dark hair with rusty
red highlights flowed down her shoulders, wavy and tossed back, all
the better to see the oddly amused quirk in her rosy lips.

I blinked. This wasn't going to be an easy face to kill.
I inwardly sighed, knowing I'd have to conjure up every last morsel
of my bear's predator instincts to finish the hit.

Under other circumstances, I would've admired her
beauty. But I didn't dare admire anything about Miss Redd when the
head Elder of the Klamath Bear Clan was asking me to snuff her out.

“
An execution order. When was the last time we had
one of those?” I asked.

“
Long before you were a twinkle in your daddy's
eye, Nick. Been about a century, I suppose. I was just a young bear
myself. Two eyes and all.” Branson reached up, grinned, and
toyed with the strap holding his black eye patch.

He'd always been a little creepy, playing up his missing
eye to intimidate. Unease worked its way through my veins.

Whatever, man. I'll handle it. Just let me the hell
out of here.

“
You want me on recovery too?”

“
Yeah. The girl should have a big heavy stone in
her car, about like this.” Branson held up his huge wrinkled
hands, grasping an invisible shape about the size of a softball.
“It's a dusty emerald green thing with carvings of little bear
figures on it. You won't miss it.”

I nodded. “So that's what this is all about.”

“
Not the only thing. Just the final straw. This
human female has made a business out of stealing our clan's treasure,
our history, and selling it to third rate peddlers. Sometimes
foreigner collectors across continents. You know their police don't
do a damn thing about it.”

I knew. Every encounter I'd ever had with human officers
ended in them dropping their guns and high tailing it the instant I
shifted, stood up, and roared.

They were cowards. Worse, they were lazy.

The human cops in these backwaters just wanted to issue
speeding tickets and stop a few stray crystal dealers.

What happened with the bears was none of their business,
and that's the way we preferred it.

“
Does this Lyla really deserve to die over this?”
I narrowed my eyes, wondering why Branson insisted on such a final,
deadly solution.

“
I already told you – yes. She deserves this
and a whole lot more. We're making an example out of this one.”
Branson folded his hands, turning his one good eye on me. “You're
an intelligent young man, Nick. I don't need to tell you how terrible
it is to have some thieving interloper destroy our history, our
culture. Not after everything they did to us this past century.”

Branson lowered his head for a second. I leaned on the
wall, letting my mind wander to the countless stories about our
people's struggle with mankind's authorities. The land theft, the
taxes, the camps during the war...any werebear who didn't feel a
growl prickling his throat at the ancestral memories didn't have a
pulse.

“
Understood. I'll do it, Elder. You can count on
me.”

“
Good.” Branson smiled. “You're the
roughest hunter we've got in our ranks. I knew you wouldn't turn this
down. Listen, when it's all over, I'll help you take that Alpha spot.
I know this bloody enforcer lifestyle is wearing on you, Nick. You'd
like to stay behind the lines and send the troops out, and you've
earned it.”

“
I enjoy this.” I spoke the truth. To me,
there was nothing like the thrill of the hunt, nothing like
patrolling the woods in hopes of finding some dangerous invader to
tear limb from limb.

Out in the wild, we were just like any other bear. The
human side disappeared beneath fur, fangs, and claws, reason buried
beneath a raging hunger for blood.

“
Well, love it or not, you're getting to the age
where a man ought to be doing more with his life. Settle down, maybe
join the construction crew or the planning committee. Find a mate in
a good woman or a half-blood.”

“
I want to take on more duties, but I'm not here
to shuffle around bricks. I'm here to protect us.”

“
And so you will.” Elder Branson nodded.
“You depart this evening.”

My eyes widened in surprise. Usually, the Elders
deliberated about these things and dragged their feet, especially in
all dealings with the human world.

“
Take the woods and the mountain passes if you
need to. Surest path. I'll send someone out to the edge of town with
a fresh change of clothes to pick you up. With any luck, we can catch
this bitch while she's still in Klamath County, before she goes down
to Sacramento and sells another piece of us away.”

“
I'll do my best,” I promised.

The early autumn wind nipped at my neck as I stepped
just outside our village. Spiced meat and smoke from fires rose high
into the air, tickling my nose, a familiar scent that never failed to
bring a smile to my face.

At the edge of the gray forest, I shifted, waiting until
the moonlight was on my naked skin. Many trees had been stripped of
their old greenery, and others were charred black in summer
wildfires.

I could dispense with these clothes, but not the shoes.
I kicked them off and waited, gathering the animal energy inside me.

I found my anger, my need to pursue and destroy. My bear
was right behind it, surfacing from a deep, dark mountain stream.

Worn fabric shredded around me. My arms and legs
contorted first, dropping me onto all fours. Claws sprang out of my
fingers, and my spine clicked as bones thickened and formed the
grizzly's trademark hump.

The night looked a little clearer to these fresh eyes.
The rich smell of cooking was no longer so appealing. I sniffed at
the air for something wild and raw.

I tipped my huge head up to the moonlight, growling
once. Off into the dense night forest I went, as fast as my big furry
feet would carry me.

The roads through this isolated section of southern
Oregon running into northern Califirnia were always rugged, slow, and
unpredictable. Good thing bears could cut shortcuts through the
terrain.

I moved northwest, soon throwing more energy into my
walk when the tall trees began to ascend into hills. Shapeless
animals tittered in the night, things that hadn't seen a bear in
generations.

Real grizzlies had been extinct in these parts for more
than a century. Clan outings were rare, and never for anything more
than scouting or special surgical missions like the one the Elder had
sent me on.

I'd never killed a human before. Would it excite the
bear, the same way fresh blood pouring from a kill in the forest
electrified my blood?

Hair prickled up across my body. I groaned and plowed
on, moving down a steep incline, toward the town with the twinkling
lights.

Klamath Falls treated us like any other distant,
mysterious Indian tribe. For all intents and purposes, so did the US
government. They'd done a good job of hiding our clan's special
ability to shift from their journalists and investigators too.

My reckless side wanted to march into town in full
grizzly form and enjoy the screams. But our people were treaty bound
to remain in human form in outsider territory, weak and helpless
looking, just like the humans.

An agreement with the Feds the Elders cut many years ago
saw to that.

I snorted with disgust as I neared the edge of the road.
Where the hell was he?

A dark car waiting across the road flashed its lights. I
stood on two legs, yawning in the air, admiring the moon's beauty one
more time with all seeing bear eyes.

I shifted. Fur and claws retracted, and it wasn't so
hard to hold myself on two legs anymore.

The cold night hit me as fast as my body had altered
itself. I waved, and the car kicked up dust as it wheeled around,
lurching to a halt near the sandy curb.

“
Gods, man! You didn't have to turn before I
pulled up.” Beamer laughed, shaking the puffy hair on his head.
“Your clothes are in the trunk.”

I heard the click as the old LTD popped its latch. I
walked behind it and found the neat packed duffel bag, pulling out
fresh boxers, jeans, and a t-shirt sporting some human team or other
on it.

Not totally my style. But if I was going to get to her,
I needed to look like one of them. Preferably a friendly, inviting
one of them who could strike up a conversation with a
twenty-something year old female.

“
You ready for this?” Beamer asked, just as
I put on my seat belt and we took off for the short drive into
Klamath.

“
Ready as I'll ever be. You got a lock on her
location?”

“
Yeah. The Old Pirate Pub just on the edge of
town, almost out toward Midland. Ironic place for this bitch to hang
out, right?”

I twisted in my seat, casting off some tension building
in my bones. The girl was a bitch for what she'd done, but something
didn't feel right about continually referring to her like that.

“
Whatever. I'm not much interested in talking shit
about this girl. Just want to do it and get away come morning.”

“
Any idea how you're gonna take her out?”
Beamer glanced over in the dark. His teeth still looked eerily big
and sharp in human form.

“
Quick and clean, just like Branson wanted. He
offered me poison, but I wouldn't know where to start with that.
Seems like a cruel way to go.”

“
And a gunshot or a big claw swipe to the neck
isn't?” He growled, brushing one hand through the air.

I sensed the feral excitement swirling inside him. It
was the same uneasy bloodlust my bear shared, aching and ready for a
kill.

“
A quick way to put her out of her misery.
Besides, I need to get to her hotel room to recover the artifact.
Only one way to do that.”

He chuckled, low and throaty. “You're not a big
player, Nick. You sure you can turn on that charm and get into her
room? Guess it'll be easier to clean up the mess if she's naked.”