Page 8 of Bearnapped at the Altar

No. My bear was about to burst out of my skin to make sure she never felt like that again.

Again, he wasn’t wrong…but we had a job to do.

Only a few more steps and she’d be at that altar with Silverclaw. I’d never be able to get her away without taking down his entire crew. I was a skilled fighter, but this wasn’t even close to fair.

I came up behind her, ignoring the gasps of the guests as I scooped her into my arms and made a fucking run for it.

Tegan screamed. Of course she did. The only time she’d ever seen me was when I showed up unannounced in her dressing room. My picture wasn’t on my website because I needed to keep a low profile for jobs like this.

“This is better than what you were about to get yourself into,” I muttered as I covered her mouth. She kicked, wiggled, and flailed, and it shouldn’t have been a turn on, but fuck, it was.

My bear loved this.

I ignored him, instead tightening my grip on the chaotic, lacy whirlwind of a woman with my other arm and did my best to haul ass to the van. Bellamy better be waiting in the spot we’d agreed on.

Even a second of hesitation would cause this entire thing to unravel. Silverclaw’s crew had shifted, and other beasts were turning furry all around us, joining the cause, hot on my trail.

The van door was open, and I had to get there first. I leaped into the air, practically doing a somersault to get us inside before we had an unwelcome wolf on board.

Bellamy was burning rubber before I had a chance to shut the door.

Chapter

Three

Tegan

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I wriggled away from my captor, who happened to be a big, strong hunk of man with a beard who rumbled as he abducted me.

Definitely a shifter, but I wasn’t sure what type.

Moon knew I was more than grateful to not be standing at the altar right now. I’d been minutes away from saying I don’t and causing a whole new set of problems. But I definitely didn’t have being in a speeding getaway van with two beasts I’d never seen before on my bingo card.

But that was only one of the problems. Gideon’s wolves were pissed off—and for once, I couldn’t blame them. They were running after the van and somehow managing to keep up with it as it sped away from the Moonlight Mates Ranch.

I wasn’t sure if that comforted or terrified me.

“I rescued you, like you hired me to do.” The man who’d grabbed me sat upright and peeled out of his jacket. His dress shirt clung to the muscles I’d already known were there…but now was not the time to admire them, or have any warm, fuzzy thoughts about him in general.

“Who are you?” I subtly checked to make sure my boobs had stayed in my wedding dress after getting picked up and thrown into a van. By some miracle, I’d managed to avoid a nip slip.

“Barrett Guardian. Sawtooth Security.” He lifted his hand, but stopped and smirked. “Guess we’re past the handshake stage.”

“Just a little bit.” I had texted Sawtooth Security, and the gruff bear shifter who called me back said he’d be in touch when he formulated a plan. Not in my wildest dreams did I imagine “in touch” would equal bearnapping.

“Prove it,” I said, trying to control the shake in my voice. Reality was setting in. Even if this guy was from Sawtooth Security, my troubles were far from over.

Why didn’t I believe him? After having my every move filmed for the last six weeks and absolutely no privacy, it was totally possible that someone had overheard my phone call. This abduction could be to thwart the Sawtooth Security’s rescue efforts.

Color me paranoid, but Gideon had a lot of bad dudes working for him.

If he’d go as far as forcing me to marry him, this stunt could also be firmly within his wheelhouse.

Barrett Guardian huffed out a frustrated sigh. “When I called you back the other night, you joked that the only reason you had my business card was because you’d had a late night hankering for blueberry pancakes.”

“I have a sweet tooth. Sue me.” I had to admit I liked that he remembered those details. And it was almost enough to sell me that he was who he claimed to be. But. “You could’ve been standing outside of my tent and overheard the conversation.”

He raised a brow, like he was considering me tossing me out of the van and to the wolves. “I got you out of marrying Silverclaw, didn’t I?”

---