Sold To The Bears (A BBW Paranormal Romance Book 1) (11 page)

I would express my regrets that he'd had to defend me because of my lack of judgment. I'd then assure him that I was committed to making better choices in the future, which I was. Hopefully, after that, we could move on.

And specifically, move on to me getting some answers about the statements he'd made in regards to him being grateful he'd gotten a second chance to save me from the wolves, and him having a guilty conscience, though not from anything having to do with Gray and Estelle.

Meanwhile, Mil's term 'sorry Sally' had made me crack a smile for some reason.

She smiled in return, crinkling the corners of her eyes. "Glad that made you smile. I needed one, too. And our baked chicken in the oven is smelling a little too good for any more talk that isn't directly related to dinner."

It really did smell delicious. The tempting scent of baked chicken rubbed with herbs was quickly filling the whole kitchen.

After giving me another smile, Mil went back to the pot of mashed potatoes. "I can tell your nerves are frayed, and mine are, too, with all these wolves around lately. It's had me a little preoccupied this evening, to tell you the truth. I think what we both need is a good meal with large glasses of equally good wine."

That sounded good to me, and we soon did just that.

Later that evening, alone in my rooms, I waited up for Grant and Adrian, hoping they'd return before I fell asleep. I was specifically waiting up for Grant. By midnight, he still hadn't returned, and neither had Adrian. I got into bed and curled up with part of the blanket that still held Grant's woodsy, masculine scent.

I dreamed dreams of him telling me that he couldn't forgive me for my stupid decision to get out of the truck and take on the wolves. I dreamed that he told me we couldn't move on. I dreamed that he told me that he no longer cared for me as a woman and a whole person anymore, and had only engaged in physical intimacy with me the night before because he'd been "bored."

In these vaguely nightmarish dreams, I was crying. I woke up several times during the night with an ache in my chest. I was beginning to realize that while I cared for Adrian and Grant both, my feelings for Grant were beginning to run deep.

The following evening, to my extreme relief, I finally got a chance to find out if the fears I'd had in my dreams were founded or not. Grant, Adrian, Samuel, and Steven Ashcrest finally returned to the family house just before dinner, and after the meal, Grant asked if he could speak to me alone in my rooms.

The moment we sat down together, I apologized for the things I'd planned on apologizing for, and then I told him that I planned on using better judgment in the future. I looked him right in the eyes and meant everything I said.

I then paused and took a deep breath. "So. Considering that...do you think you can get over your anger at me? Do you think you can forgive me? Can we move on?"

Grant looked down at our clasped hands, frowning. The look in his icy blue eyes instantly made my stomach churn.

*

With his pale blue eyes troubled, and his gaze on our clasped hands and not my face, Grant didn't answer my questions. He appeared to be thinking something over, or planning what he was going to say, but my churning stomach just couldn't wait for his response much longer.

I squeezed his hands with mine, becoming a little cold. "Grant? Please say something. Can you forgive me and get over your anger at me so we can move on?"

With a sigh, he finally lifted his gaze to my face and spoke. "Of course I can forgive you. Of course. Already have. My anger has cooled as well."

I exhaled in a rush. "Good. Good. I have to admit, I'm a little relieved."

Looking deeply into my eyes, he began slowly caressing the backs of my hands with his thumbs. "I just want you to understand
why
I was so angry." With his frown deepening, he paused, searching my face. "I was so angry because I was very scared.

“Which is a very unfamiliar feeling for me. In fact, before the other night, I can't even remember the last time I felt real, genuine fear. The other night, I definitely did. When I saw those two great gray wolves hovering above you, attacking you, I definitely did.

“My heart jumped up so high in my throat I felt like I was literally choking for a second. I was scared that you might be hurt and that I might lose you. That fear turned into anger when I immediately realized that you must have intentionally unlocked the door and voluntarily stepped out of the truck to take on the wolves yourself.

“I am so angry because you put yourself in a very dangerous situation.  I'd been very specific about what I wanted you to do. Which, as I recall, included remaining in the truck with the doors locked."

I swallowed, a bit embarrassed. "I know. I know what I did was reckless and stupid. But in my defense...well, something just kind of took over me. I thought about how Malachi and his wolves killed my birth parents, and then my adoptive parents, and I just felt overcome by this feeling of hatred for all wolves. I felt taken over by...by some sort of a blind rage."

Grant frowned again, and I gave my head a quick shake.

"Doesn't matter what I was taken over by, though. No excuses. All that matters is that it won't happen again. All that matters is that we can move forward."

The churning in my stomach had lessened, but now an increasingly troubled look in Grant's eyes started it back up again.

I gave his warm, large hands a squeeze. "We can move forward, right? Just say that we can. Just say that you're still open to the possibility of...." I paused, swallowing. "Of me maybe choosing you as my mate for life."

Making a faint sigh, he picked up my hands and planted a gentle kiss, his mouth firm and warm, on each one before setting them back down and looking into my eyes again. "Of course. I'm still very open to that possibility, and maybe more open to it than even you realize. I care for you deeply, Lila. I'm beginning to think I might care for you more deeply than I've ever cared for any other woman in my life. But here's the thing."

He paused, lowering his gaze to our clasped hands, seeming hesitant to continue.

I scooted a little closer to him on the overstuffed tan couch with my stomach in knots. "What's 'the thing?' What is it?"

He suddenly lifted his gaze to my face. "I don't trust you. That's the thing. I don't trust you to help me keep you safe. Which I've come to see as my responsibility, and it will definitely, without a doubt, be my responsibility if you ultimately choose me to be your mate for life. This troubles me...because I'd like to be able to trust my life mate in all areas across the board. Like I said...I don't trust you to help me keep you safe right now. I doubt  your ability to control your own actions."

"But you can trust me, though. You can. I realize that I made a serious mistake that put me in harm's way, and I've resolved never to do it again. I've resolved to make more rational, mature, levelheaded choices in the future."

"You yourself said that at the time, you weren't exactly in control of yourself and felt as if something had taken over you. This complicates things. Your level of anger toward the wolves is very, very understandable, considering what happened in the past.

“They were responsible for you losing your parents, twice, and then they betrayed your trust in them not only by that, but by selling you, too. It's very understandable. I don't think you'd be human if you didn't have a lot of anger toward them. And maybe some wild urge for a little revenge, even. Because of this, you're unpredictable. You're not in control of your actions around the wolves. I can't trust you to help me keep you safe around the wolves."

The irony was not lost on me that when I'd first arrived in Sun Creek,
I
hadn't trusted him. Now I did. But he didn't trust me. At least not in this one particular area. As much as I didn't like to admit it, I knew his mistrust was justified.

Still caressing the backs of my hands with his thumbs, he continued. "We can move forward. I want to more than anything."

"I do, too. I want that more than anything, too. I want to rebuild your trust in me. So, the next time I'm faced with any wolves-"

"No. I'll never allow you to be in a position where you're ever faced with any wolves, ever again. Ever. Far, far too dangerous. With your unpredictability-"

"But then, how am I ever supposed to rebuild your trust in me about this?"

"You just do what I ask you to do in order to never be faced with any wolves ever again. If I tell you to not take walks in certain parts of the city near the outskirts, you don't. If I tell you to never go out to visit the orchards without me, you don't. If I tell you to never again take off running down the main road leading out of town, you don't. Ever.

“No matter how upset you are. No matter how badly you want to run. You follow my instructions to help me keep you safe. You follow them to the letter. No matter if you feel controlled, or overprotected, or if you feel like I'm being a complete overbearing jerk. Then, over time, some of the trust about this issue might be regained. Do you understand, Lila?"

With the knots in my stomach slowly unraveling, I nodded. "Yes. I know your trust in me can't be rebuilt overnight. But I will rebuild it. You'll see."

Grant lifted my hands and kissed each of them again. "Good. Will you promise me this? That you'll try to follow all my instructions in regards to your safety from now on?"

I nodded, more than determined. "Yes. And I don't promise to try to follow all your instructions in regards to my safety, I promise that I will.”

"Good."

"But now...now I have some questions for
you
."

Grant gave me the faintest hint of a smile, the corners of his delectable full mouth just barely lifting. "I thought you might. I definitely owe you some explanations. So, ask away."

"All right. The first question is this. The night that the wolves attacked...when I ran from the city, and then you found me in the truck, and I accused you of killing my adoptive parents...you said that you didn't, but that you did have a guilty conscience about something. You never told me what that something was.

“What did you mean that same night when you said you were glad that fate saw fit to give you another chance to save me from the wolves? Just go ahead and please answer whichever question you like first."

I really didn't care which; I was equally curious to hear the answers to both. Lord only knew I'd been wondering what Grant's responses would be for long enough. Granted, it had only been a couple of days, but they'd certainly been long days.

Looking deeply into my eyes, Grant stilled his caressing of my hands and took a deep breath before speaking. "All right. First question first. I have a guilty conscience, and have for the past decade-and-a-half or so, because I couldn't save you from the wolves when you were a little girl. I was there. I was there that night when they attacked your town and killed your birth parents.

“I was there when they chased you into the woods, trying to kill you. I was there, but I couldn't save you. There was just one of me, no other bears around for miles, and I was just fourteen. I'd just learned to shift. And there were hundreds of wolves."

I sat stunned, realizing that this had been the event that had "changed" Grant, that Mil had told me about when I'd first arrived in Sun Creek. The event that had turned him into the serious, authoritative man he was at present.

With a small crease forming between his sky blue eyes, he continued. "Once I learned to shift, I began exploring the wilds and towns all over the state. Normally, boys aren't allowed to explore alone until maybe seventeen or eighteen, but I was headstrong and confident, and those were somewhat safer days in terms of wolf attacks, at least around here.

“My parents finally relented to let me go out alone for a couple of days. They set boundaries, however, but being that I was an adventurous teenage boy, and more than a bit cocky with my new power and abilities as a shifter, I soon ventured far, far beyond those boundaries.