Free The Bear Prince: A BBW Bear Shifter Billionaire Paranormal Romance Novella (Seattle's Billionaire Bears Book 3) by Sable Sylvan Page A

the wolf down while the other, lunging at Damien instinctively, was easily swiped away. Damien had waited for the wolves to lose their concentration and then, lose their cool, and of course, it had happened, because these pea-brained scumbags had no idea what they were messing with.
    Damien roared, and kept smacking the wolves in the face with his big paws, before finally, the wolves wriggled free and shifted out of their wolf forms, their musculature and skeletal structure changing and their fur receding until they were just meek humans, with a few scratches on their body and marks that would surely turn to bruises. “Alright, alright, we got it!” said the now-human wolf shifters.
    Damien didn’t hit them after they’d started to turn human. He just watched as they gathered their wallets and keys, and the scraps of their clothes, and walked, naked, out of the circle. Damien stayed in his bear form and walked over to Crystal, looking her over, sniffing for any blood, which made Crystal laugh, as the crowd dispersed.
    “Gee whiz, you’re more like a dog than they were,” said Crystal. “But...now, you don’t have any clothes.”
    Damien got on his hind legs and pointed, towards the parking lot. “Oh, okay,” said Crystal. “But let’s get your keys first.” Crystal walked over to the place where Damien had shifted. His wallet and keys were in the pile previously known as ‘his pants’, and she took them and they walked, big beautiful woman and big damn bear, over to the parking lot. As Crystal opened the car, Damien shifted out, so he was nude and standing by the trunk of the car.
    Crystal looked over Damien. “Jeeze, Damien, you look awful,” she said.
    “Really?” asked Damien, looking over his body.
    “Well, not awful, but not great,” said Crystal, walking around Damien. “They left looking awful, but you, well...you better get those wounds cleaned up.”
    “I’m fine, really,” said Damien with a laugh. “They’re just scratches. I promise.”
    “Come on, there’s a med tent at the park...go there for me?” asked Crystal.
    “Fine, fine,” said Damien. “But let’s get me a spare change of clothes first.” He opened the back of the car and went through yet another one of his duffle bags, pulling out a pair of underwear, shorts, and another white shirt, as well as a pair of flip flops, as the sandals he’d worn before shifting had burst into smithereens.
    “You keep a spare change of clothes in your car?” asked Crystal.
    “Not just one, at least five,” said Damien. “You never know when you might run into trouble.”
    “Or when trouble might run into you,” said Crystal.
    “Crystal...those guys, they didn’t do anything to you, did they?” asked Damien. He hadn’t smelled blood on Crystal, but that didn’t mean she was okay.
    “No, I’m fine, they didn’t touch me,” said Crystal.
    “That’s not what I mean,” said Damien. “Are you feeling okay? Are you shaken up?”
    “No, Damien, I’m fine, they were just jerks, that’s all,” said Crystal. “I was really more worried about you.”
    “About me? But, I’m a big, bad bear,” said Damien. “I can handle anything.”
    “Well, I can’t handle anything ,” said Crystal.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Damien.
    “It’s just...if anything had happened to you, I’d have blamed myself,” said Crystal. “And now, with those scratches and bruises, I just...I feel like it’s all my fault.” Her eyes were welling with tears that she’d held back, and she couldn’t hold them back anymore. She started crying, at first, quietly, but then, she felt her lips quiver, and she had to sit with Damien in the back of the car, as he held her.
    “Shh, it’s gonna be fine,” said Damien. “Crystal...do you wanna just go back home?”
    “We had a date planned though,” said Crystal, wiping her eyes.
    “Screw the date, any evening with you, anywhere, is special,” said Damien. “Let’s go home. We