Ian (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  "Are they just…waiting for us?" Iris asked incredulously.

  "That's the thing. One of them, the alpha, I think, he hasn't shifted, he's human." Adam's eyes were wide and confused, and he was about to continue when another one of the bridesmaids, Maya, appeared behind him.

  "Adam, we need to get everyone downstairs," she reminded him urgently, then shot a look inside the room at the two of us. "We'll have this under control in no time, yeah?"

  "Why are we going downstairs?" Iris asked fearfully. "Why are we trying to get closer to them?"

  "They…he wanted to see everyone. He said that he wouldn't hurt anyone else as long as he could have a chance to get his say." Adam explained, his eyes sliding away from her's, breaking contact.

  "And you believed him?" Iris exclaimed. She'd seen the damage these animals, and they were animals, whether they were shifted or not, could do. She didn't want to be trapped in a hotel reception with them.

  "The other option is to fight them, right here and now," Adam pointed out. "And we don't know how many people could get hurt or…worse."

  The word hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Iris glanced at Ian, who nodded grimly. Adam was right, they had to do what they could to avoid another skirmish with the wolves, even if it felt like the stupidest thing they could possibly have done at that moment in time.

  As they walked out the door, Iris slipped her hand into Ian's without thinking. She just wanted some kind of comfort. Before, this had seemed so surreal it had been like an adventure, but now, faced with the prospect of coming up against a bunch of violent wolves who had already taken chunks out of various members of their party, it felt much more real and much more terrifying. Ian glanced up at her, and squeezed her hand gently, she felt a small wave of comfort brush across her as she looked into his eyes. She knew that he would do everything he could to protect her, and at least that was something.

  They arrived in the reception hall a few moments after everyone else, the wedding party was crowded at one end of the room, and, at the other, the wolves were waiting. Two of them were prowling up and down just next to the door, their claws tapping threateningly on the polished wood floor. The other two were standing stock-still, flanking the human man who stood in the middle of all of them. Ian positioned himself in front of Iris, partially blocking her view, but she stood on tiptoes to peer over his shoulder. She had no idea what was about to go down, but her senses were telling her that it wasn't good.

  "We're all here now," Dina spoke, her strangled voice cutting through the silence. "What do you want?"

  The man with the wolves grinned and shook his head, glanced to the floor, then back up at Dina.

  "You know what I want. You know." He took a few steps forward, and the wedding party tensed, tightening their ranks and drawing back. "I told you that if you ever tried this, if you ever really tried to be with someone else, I would get you out of it."

  "I don't want you to get me out of this," Dina shot back, her voice sounding a little more assertive than before.

  "You promised me," the man snarled, picking up his pace so he was striding towards her. "You told me that you never wanted to be with anyone else."

  "I was wrong," Dina spat back, and the man came to a sudden stop. Time seemed to stand still for a second as he pondered her words. Iris realized she was holding her breath.

  "There's nothing I can do to make you change your mind?" He asked. "You remember all the good times, Dina, I know you do. You remember how good we were together?"

  "I remember how you cheated on me and lied to me and made me feel like I had to earn you," Dina replied, taking a step towards him. Her fiancé jumped forward, trying to pull her back, but she shook him off. It sounded as if these were words she'd wanted to get out for a long time now, and she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to say them.

  "I kept you safe," he spat in response. "You think anyone here can do that for you as well as I can? You think he can?"

  He gestured towards her fiancé derisively, and Dina reached out for her partner's hand, squeezing it tightly.

  "Better than you ever could," she whispered, her voice full of certainty. The man looked taken aback, but what other answer was he expecting?

  "Don't lie to me, Dina," he warned, approaching her once again. He was within a few feet of her now, and the wolves at either side of him weren't far behind. "I came all this way to prove to you that I still want you, that I'll do anything to have you. Isn't that worth something?"

  "It isn't worth a thing to me," Dina answered firmly. "You aren't worth a thing to me. I don't know how I can make that more clear than I already have."

  The man was so close now that Iris could see the look of disappointment flood his face as soon as the words came out of Dina's mouth. It looked like someone had punched him in the stomach, I couldn't imagine what would drive someone to do everything he had done to try and win Dina back, but clearly getting rejected had not even crossed his mind as a possibility.

  "I don't even know why you think coming here would change my mind," Dina continued, raising her voice, clearly on a roll. "What, you thought I would run away with you and leave all of this behind?"

  She gestured round at everyone, her husband-to-be, her wedding party, the hotel, and then looked back at him, her face set.

  "If you leave now, we won't call the police. But that's only if you leave now."

  Her voice was full of threat, and Iris had to admit she was impressed, she didn’t think Dina had it in her. Hell, she didn't know anyone who had it in themselves to stand up to a group of wolf-shifters the way she was right then. The man's face hardened, wiping away any trace of vulnerability that might once have been there. He pushed his head close to Dina's, and she stood firm, staring him dead in the eye.

  "And what are you going to do about it if we don't?"

  "What?" Dina shot back. Clearly this hadn't been in the game plan.

  "That storm isn't going to let up for at least another day. Nobody's getting on to the island, not even the police. So your threats don't mean anything to me. In fact, I would suggest you take them the fuck back before you piss one of us off." His voice was full of menace, and I saw Dina's steely façade drop in a moment. She closed her eyes, tilting her head down.

  "Please, just leave," she begged. "I don't want anyone else getting hurt and none of this…it's not going to change my mind. Do you get that yet, Freddy?"

  He stared down at her, his face twisted up into a sadistic smile, and shook his head.

  "It's not about changing your mind. It's about taking back what's mine."

  "I've told you, just because you turned me-"

  Iris would never have believed it if she hadn't heard it there and then, but an actual gasp came out of everyone in the wedding party. Iris looked to Dina's fiancé, his face didn't register any surprise, so he must have already known. Everyone else, though? Not so much.

  "I was going to give you everything. We could have been together forever, running this pack, but you left me. But I still own you." He cut across her.

  "You don't own anything about me," she spat in return. "You're a cheating, lying piece of shit, and I hope you rot in hell."

  "You really think you can make things work with some human?" Freddy gestured derisively towards Tom, and Tom flinched back.

  "Better than I ever could with you," she hissed in response, and in the moment that followed, it felt as if everything exploded into chaos.

  Freddy shifted in a matter of seconds, Iris had never seen it in person before, and she barely had a second to take it in before almost everyone else around her had changed too. The only people left standing were the bridesmaids, Tom, and, of course, Ian.

  Lorne, the bridesmaid with the short hair, quickly stepped in front of everyone and ushered them back a few paces. Iris stumbled over her feet, her senses working in overdrive as she tried to process everything around her. The wolves and bears came against each other hard and fast and furiously, the grooms
men were quick to deal with the wolves, but Dina was brawling angrily with Freddy, snapping and snarling and pacing around him. Iris couldn't take her eyes off of her, how had she not realized Dina was like that? How had no-one else? The bear pack seemed pretty attuned to the scent of other shifters, so how did Dina fly under the radar?

  There was no time to ponder on it for two long, as the battle broke out in full fury around then. The reception area was already destroyed, smashed glass, counters tipped over, plants crashing to the ground. Iris' eyes were darting round the room, trying to take it all in, but Ian was already hustling them up the stairs.

  "Come on, come on," he murmured, casting nervous glances over his shoulder as he drove them forward. "You'll get hurt down here, please."

  Lorne cocked an eyebrow at him, and stayed where she was, it didn't look like she was going anywhere. One of the other bridesmaids, Tom's sister, Iris thought, had run off to stand with her brother. But the three of us who remained took the steps two at a time, sprinting towards safety, or, at least, safety for now. The two bridesmaids ahead of her had already vanished into their rooms when Iris went over on her foot, coming to a standstill and grabbing her ankle.

  "Shit!" She hissed, and Ian stopped.

  "What is it?" He demanded, but before she had a chance to answer, his face dropped. Iris slowly turned her head, and saw that, just behind her, one of the wolves had followed them up the stairs. It's hackles were raised, and it had flecks of blood smattered along its teeth.

  In one motion, Ian grabbed Iris by the arm and pulled her up the stairs, she landed hard on her hurt foot, and turned to see where the wolf had gone. But by the time she looked, Ian had shifted, and his enormous bear form was blocking off the narrow corridor.

  Iris' eyes widened, and she scurried hastily up the stairs, her heart slamming against her ribs. He said he would never do it again. Why now? Was it her? She dragged herself back to Ian's room, finding the door unlocked, and collapsed inside. As soon as the door was shut, she pressed her ear up against the wood and tried to make out what was happening on the outside.

  She could hear snarling and snapping, but nothing conclusive, she couldn't tell whether the wolf or Ian had the upper hand. And the fight was still going on downstairs-she could make out the sounds of a conflict. She squeezed her eyes shut, and the first face that popped into her mind was Abby's, oh God, Abby. Panic washed over her like ice water. She needed to get back to her as soon as she could, she needed to cradle her in her arms and promise her than she would never let her get put in the danger she was in. Ellie had been right, and Iris wouldn't be surprised if she knew something was going on right at that very instant. How had it come to this? This was meant to be nothing more than a wedding, a trip away to give Iris a break from the banality of her life. But now all she wanted was the normalcy, the averageness. She would have given anything to have all of that back.

  Suddenly, the door burst open, she jumped back, landing on her bad ankle, and fell against the bed. She tried to scramble to her feet, reaching for a hairbrush that was sitting on the counter next to her, anything to defend herself with, until she felt a pair of familiar hands on her, comforting her.

  "Hey, hey, it's alright, it's me," Ian soothed her as she tried to twist out of his grip. It took a moment for the panic to dissipate-and then she looked up into his eyes, and she felt safe.

  "Are you, what happened-I-" She stuttered, unable to get a grip on her words.

  "It's fine. The wolves, they're gone. We don't think they're coming back." He spoke softly, holding her arms gently. She was glad for his grip, she felt as if she might have fallen to her knees without him holding her.

  "Really? Already?" She needed to hear it again, to be sure, before she could let go.

  "Yeah, already," he nodded. "I think Freddy had the wind knocked out of him, he expected Dina to give in and go with him, considering…you know. Everything."

  With everything that had happened, Iris had almost forgotten the biggest revelation of the night, that Dina was a shifter. She shook her head in disbelief, falling back on the bed behind her.

  "How did none of us know she was…like that?" She murmured, half to herself and half to Ian. "I mean…we all…"

  "I've got no idea, but she's hidden it well," Ian agreed. "She's a fierce fighter, too. You should have seen her out there."

  "So where are the wolves now?"

  "Gone. Back to the caves, I think. And the storm's lifting, so we should be able to get away tomorrow morning." He explained. "Thank God."

  There was genuine relief in his voice, and Iris knew it was about more than just the wolves.

  "You shifted," she whispered, looking up at him, and he came and sat next to her on the bed.

  "Yeah."

  "For me."

  "I couldn't in good faith let someone's mother get hurt by one of those things," he shrugged. "It just sort of…came over me, all at once. I didn't have a chance to think about it, and by the time I had shifted, I just knew I had to take him down."

  "But you didn't lose control?" She prompted.

  "Not at anyone but that fucking wolf," he replied, his voice harsh. "It just confirmed to me what I already knew, I don't like the thing I become when I shift, and I don't want to make a habit of it."

  "Thank you," she murmured. "Thank you for protecting me."

  "What else was I going to do?" He shrugged. "Daughter of a bear shifter, I owe it to my kind."

  Iris cocked an eyebrow at him.

  "How do you know?"

  "I can smell it on you. I didn't know for sure until I had shifted, but I felt this…draw towards you. And that's when I knew."

  "Sorry I didn't tell you." She sighed. "I don't know why."

  "Hey, we all get to have our secrets," he smiled at her, and took her hand once again. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt calm with his hand covering hers. There was something comforting to his touch, and she savoured it. He skimmed his thumb over her knuckles, and a shiver danced down her spine, what was this? It had been such a long time since she'd felt those butterflies in her stomach that she'd practically forgotten what they felt like. But, as Ian leaned over to her and carefully placed his lips against her's, she knew exactly what she was feeling.

  The kiss was gentle, surprisingly tender, given the situation. She'd always imagined thank-God-we're-alive sex to be more passionate and wild and crazy, but all she wanted at that moment was to be cared for, to be looked after. She tentatively opened her mouth, twisting her head to allow him more access, and slid her tongue past his lips. He tasted good, God, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been kissed like this, the last time she'd felt truly desired. He slid his hands down from her arms and on to her waist, weirdly chaste yet at the same time intimidate. She shuffled a few inches closer to him, feeling like a teenager making out with the door open. She draped one leg over his and drew him closer, cupping his jaw in her hand, his stubble felt rough and satisfying against her skin.

  He deepened the kiss, letting out a long breath through his nose as he gently licked around her lips. It was a motion that made her shiver, made her feel as if she was entirely at his mercy-she ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling of the gel and the spikes against her palm. Everything felt so new, but so familiar, and Iris couldn't get enough.

  The hands around her waist moved across her back, pulling her closer, till the two of them were chest-to-chest. Ian slowly pushed her down on to the bed, straddling her, and meshing a hand in her hair as he kissed her once again. Every single one of his movements was deliberate and careful, as if Iris was some delicate toy he didn't want to break. After everything that had happened that day, it was a relief to be with someone she trusted so implicitly, someone she knew would never hurt her, someone who would protect her. It was the fact that Ian had gone back on the one thing he had sworn he would never do again, shifting, just to protect her. That spoke to a connection beyond just the superficial, and Iris was happy to explore it.