***
The game turned out to be fun. Bree loved baseball, and Jakob, once he relaxed, enjoyed himself too. Bree was right. Not everything they did had to cost a lot of money. He smiled at her across the table in the late night restaurant she'd insisted upon, picked up his beer mug, and threw another peanut shell on the floor.
"Where'd you ever find this place?" he asked.
She laughed. "It's a pretty popular restaurant. You know, for us low class folks."
Jakob’s eyes burned into her. "There is nothing low class about you, Bree."
He was always so intense, Bree found her cheeks flushing and wasn't even quite sure why. "I love you," he said again. The look on his face left no room to doubt his words.
She smiled, equally as certain but still tentative. "I... I love you too."
He leaned across the table and kissed her. The electric surge between them felt like a physical hammering in Bree's chest. He took her hand in his and held it tight. His hands, so large, swallowed hers up. "Marry me."
Bree almost spit out her beer. "What?"
"You heard me," he said. His eyes were incandescent in the low light of the restaurant. Peanuts crunched under feet as people moved around. Bree stared at Jakob, searching his face to see if he was joking. His skin began to glow like a firefly. His eyes burned. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed.
"Jakob... you're glowing."
His eyes immediately darkened. It was like he'd flicked off some internal light switch. "Sometimes I have a hard time controlling myself around you," he said.
"What's going on?" she asked. "That wasn't just a trick of the light. You really were glowing."
He smiled a crooked smile and cocked his head. "You're right." Bree waited, but he just kept smiling. "You haven't answered my question," he said.
"You haven't answered mine," she replied. Bree felt her nerves jump. Jakob wasn't going to let this go. But marry him? She couldn't... could she?
"I... don't know. I need to think." It sounded kind of lame, but she didn't have anything better.
"What is there to think about? You're my mate. Don't you feel it?"
Her pulse throbbed in her chest. "Yes."
"Then what is it?"
"I just... A thousand things," she spat out, exasperated. "I don't believe in marriage. There's no such thing as happily ever after. We only just met. How can you be so certain?" Bree heard the words that she was emitting, and they made sense, they really did but her heart, she knew, was taken.
His eyes were hypnotizing and Bree wondered if they would start to glow again. "Are you ready to go?" he asked.
"Won't you tell me what's going on with you?"
"Yes. But not here."
Jakob paid their bill and they took a cab to the park where they'd first kissed. The night had started off all wrong, but had ended so right. They were back at the very place Bree loved most, because it would forever remind her of Jakob.
They paused on the bridge where they'd first kissed. "I'm going to show you something," Jakob said. "Don't be afraid.”
The moon was almost full and it shown so brightly against Jakob's skin, he almost looked effervescent. Jakob began undressing. Bree's eyes bulged and she turned her head. "What are you doing?" she said in a loud whisper.
"It's necessary," Jakob replied. She refused to look, but couldn't resist a peek or two. His muscles, already impossibly huge, looked even bigger once his shirt was off. Her eyes trailed over his body, down... down... until they stopped at the mass he usually had hidden in his pants. It was just as large as the rest of him. She blushed and averted her eyes, but then caught that strange glow coming off him again. As she watched, his eyes changed color. Their normal golden brown turned lighter and lighter, almost a yellow gold. His face began to shimmer, and his fingers and toes began to grow.
Bree's jaw dropped open. She started to scream, but then his eyes caught hers and held her. They were different, yet the same. The gentleness... the love he felt for her, it was still there. This was still her Jakob. Hair sprouted all over his body, a magnificent golden mane framing his fierce, proud, leonine face. Jakob dropped to the ground on four large paws. She reached out a hand, uncertain if he was in pain. There before her, Jakob, the first richest most eligible bachelor in the world, the man who had asked for her hand in marriage this evening, had changed form from a man to a lion.
Chapter 9
He skulked around her gracefully yet powerfully, as any lion might do.
"What the—" Bree's voice failed her. When Jakob sat in front of her, his large face was at eye level with her. She trembled, her knees too weak to move, her voice stuck in her throat. Jakob’s large tongue darted lazily from his mouth and slurped at her cheek. She gasped, then broke into a wide grin.
"Are you kidding me?" she squealed. "You're a freaking werelion? That's awesome!"
Jakob licked her face again. Bree dug her hand into his thick golden fur. His gaze held steady against hers and Bree felt like he was trying to communicate. She closed her eyes and listened. Very faint, like a niggling in the back of her head, she could hear him. Only hear wasn't the right word. Feel. It was like a gentle tugging at the nape of her neck, pulling her senses from her and using them to signal her brain. Jakob wanted to run.
Bree wasn't much of a runner, but she'd do the best she could. "What about your clothes?" she asked. He looked towards a tree and Bree nodded. She gathered them up and placed them behind a tree hidden in shadows. When she turned back, Jakob was sprinting ahead of her.
"Wait for me!" she squealed, and ran after him. He was just out of her range of vision when two men stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
"Hello pretty lady," one man said, his hair long and dark.
"Do you always run through parks alone at night?" asked his freckled companion. His hair was red with wild waves of blonde running through it. He was holding something in his hand. It shimmered in the moonlight, and Bree recognized the outline of a knife.
"Why don't you come over here?" the dark man said. "Make it easy on yourself."
Bree tried to scream, but it caught in her throat. The two men advanced towards her, not wasting time. Bree turned to run. Just then, the lion appeared. His lips drew back, revealing fangs that could puncture a brick.
"Whoa, easy there fella," the freckled man said, holding up his knife.
Jakob had no intention of easing up. The desire to protect his mate was too primal, Jakob leapt at them. The blade of the knife was short, but it dug into Jakob's shoulder as he jumped at the man, but that did not stop him from digging his teeth into the man's arm. The freckled man raged and flailed.
Bree watched, horrified. There was nothing she could do. She hated feeling helpless. The dark man jumped at Jakob, but when Jakob turned his attention to him the man fled. The freckled man tried to limp away but Jakob ripped his thigh apart and let him drop, then ran after the other one. They were too far off for Bree to see. All she could do was listen. The human screams vs the lion roar. It seemed like an eternity. Please be okay please be okay. Finally Jakob staggered back into sight. He ran to her, licking her face with his bloodied muzzle, then transformed back into a human.
Bree threw her arms around him, and Jakob held her tight.
***
"Are you sure you're okay?" Bree asked for the thirtieth time.
Jakob was touched by her alarm but assured her that he was fine. She eyed him distrustfully, but had to admit that the wounds he'd suffered were nearly gone. It had only been one hour since the attack.
"What about you?" Jakob asked. She handed him coffee and nuzzled next to him on her couch.
"Me? I'm fine. Because of you." She reached out her hand and let it rest in his. He intertwined his fingers with hers.
"You're not at all upset by the shifting?"
"Hell no!" Bree sat up and looked hard at him. "I think it's amazing. I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it. How did it happen? Were you bitten, like a werewo
lf?"
Jakob thought Bree looked especially cute when she got excited like this. "No. I wasn't bitten, I was born into it, but my great-great-grandfather was. The trait has since passed down."
"That's amazing! Do your brothers have it to? What about your mom? Can girls be werelions?"
"We prefer the term shifter, lion shifter. It's much rarer to find a female shifter who has lion abilities, but not unheard of. My brothers are brothers not in the human sense, but that we all belong to the same pride."
"Can I meet them?"
"Of course. Once we're married, you'll be an important part of our family. You already are, in many ways, but once we are mated, even more so. A King’s mate is almost as important as he is."
“King? What do you mean King? You mean… you’re a… a King? If I married you, I would be a Queen?” Jakob nodded.
Bree was quiet. Jakob wished he could read her mind. With his pride, he nearly could. Not always, but when it was important he could pluck their thoughts from their head. Bree's lips formed a slight pout; the red from earlier this evening had faded to a solid pink that Jakob found delicious. He leaned across Bree's couch to taste her but she put one hand on his chest, preventing him.
"I can't marry you," she said. "I mean, not yet. Maybe... maybe one day." Just referring to marriage as a possibility at all was enough for Bree to hyperventilate, but now he’s saying that marrying him would place her in a position of royalty.
"But why wait? Nothing will change. I'll always love you. At least consider it."
Bree nodded to appease him, but in her heart she didn't think she could do it. Jakob just didn't get it. He may be her mate, but everything in her life had taught her not to trust love. If he knew her parents, he might feel differently. She bolted upright on the couch and threw her hands out to the side, smacking Jakob's nose.
"Ouch," he said.
"I'm sorry. I just remembered..." The look of horror on her face alarmed Jakob. His wolf senses immediately rushed into overdrive, alert for any sign of danger.
"What is it?" he asked, standing and searching her small apartment.
"I... I told my parents you were my date for their anniversary party." Jakob turned and stared at her, she was almost hyperventilating.
"Of course. I would love to meet your parents," Jakob said, thinking that would calm her.
"Oh God," she moaned, almost like she was sick. "It's gonna be a nightmare."
Chapter 10
Bree's phone started buzzing around nine. She had just walked into her office and was greeting the day with a white chocolate latte and cinnamon roll. She glanced down and saw her mother's phone number. There was no reason to talk to her mother so early in the day. That was the last thing she needed after the shock of last night which hadn’t worn off at all.
Jakob had sat on the couch with her for a while after agreeing to go to her parent's party, but Bree couldn't enjoy herself. Jakob's touch sent sweet murmurs over her arms and up her neck, but the sweetness was tainted by the rising panic in her throat. What was she going to tell her parents? And what was she going to tell Jakob? She'd promised to think about marriage, but she could hardly take the idea seriously.
She sat in her office and waited for her first couple to enter, so she could begin the routine of convincing them they still had a chance at happiness.
***
Jakob stood across from Blake; Mark, Randall, and Tony just behind him. Only William seemed to be horrified at the idea Blake had just put forth. The rest of the pride stood back to watch.
"What do you mean you think Jakob should be dethroned?" William's lips drew back and a roar rose in his throat like a thunderstorm.
Jakob was calmer. He'd had all night to think about it. Arriving home from Bree's, his thoughts of her luscious curves and sweet scent had been interrupted by a stray thought from Blake. Jakob had caught it, like picking a feather out of the air. Blake wanted alpha status. Blake wanted to be King of the pride. Jakob had sensed it coming, and perhaps if he hadn't been so involved with Bree these last few days, he would have been able to prevent it from snowballing to this point.
"You think you're better than me?" Jakob asked, exposing nothing but a cool tone. His eyes, however, dared Blake to cross a line. Jakob stepped closer. Mark and Tony retreated a step. Blake stood his ground, inching his head higher towards the ceiling.
"You should all be expelled for this," William roared and shifted, ripping his clothes so fast they exploded all over the room.
Mark put his hands up in a placating gesture. "We only think Jakob should consider letting Blake rule for a while. We're happy for him that he found his mate, but it's not right to ignore his pride and break the business deal we've all spent months on."
Blake emitted a low roar and stepped towards Jakob. Jakob was ready. He'd always been the fastest, the biggest, it was part of his alpha origin. He shifted in an instant and jumped behind Blake, pushing him to the ground before he could blink. Blake tried to shift, but Jakob forced his will into him and held the shift at bay, forcing him to remain human. Blake was helpless under Jakob's heavy paws and razor teeth.
"I was only thinking of the pride," Blake said. He tried to portray himself as calm, but they all heard the speed of his heartbeat as Jakob bared his teeth.
***
Bree's mother called and called, but left no messages. Bree finally started getting worried. What if something had happened to her father? At lunch, she dialed her mom's cell and had to hold the phone away from her ear when her mom answered.
"Oh my God Bree! Why didn't you tell me?" she squealed.
Bree's ears rang. "Tell you what?"
"That you're dating the richest man on Earth!"
Bree's heart sank. "You didn't call about Dad?"
"What? No, your father's fine. He's just as excited as I am."
"I did tell you," Bree said. "Sort of."
"Oh Bree honey," her mother went on as if she hadn't heard her. "This changes everything. Our anniversary party isn't just for us anymore. It can be a celebration. My daughter and the catch of the century."
"It's not that serious," Bree tried to say.
"That's not how it looks in the picture."
"What picture? Wait a minute, how do you know about all this?"
"Oh honey it's all over the papers!"
"It is?"
"Of course! You can't date a man like that and not have the news spread. He's the most eligible bachelor in the world. The world."
Bile rose up Bree's throat, stinging it. "Mom, I've gotta go, I'll call you later." She hung up and walked to the corner newsstand. On the front page of The Daily was a picture of her and Jakob, lips locked, a baseball game going on behind them.
***
Bree took the rest of the day off, feigning illness. When she pushed Jakob's doorbell, her heart thudded like a drum. A man with light hair and matching eyes answered. He seemed to know who she was. "Jakob's upstairs," he said. "Come on in."
The man seemed nice enough. He gestured for Bree to come in, but she stayed outside. "Can you tell him I'm here please?" But the man didn't have to. The second she'd arrived Jakob had sensed her. He was already at the door.
"Thank you William," he said, and stepped onto the porch. William closed the door, leaving them alone.
"I can't see you anymore," she blurted before Jakob had even spoken. "I'm sorry. This just won't work."
"Bree—"
"No!" Her vision was clouded with tears that ran in raging currents over her cheeks. "I don't want to be a part of your world! Don't you understand? It doesn't matter that I'm your mate. It doesn't matter that I love you. I don't want you."
Jakob had been trying to put his arms around her, now he stepped back. Her eyes were red, and her words burned his insides. "You don't mean that," he said, his anger was not so much at her words as at the fact she had caused him pain.
She nodded, fresh tears winding down her cheeks.
"I do mean it. I don't want you." She sa
id it with more force this time and saw the hurt hit Jakob like a bullet.
"Fine," he growled. "You're nothing but a cowardly female anyways. You're not fit to be my mate; you’re not fit to be Queen of the pride." He regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of his mouth, but it was too late. They hung in the air like a fine mist.
Bree turned and fled from his doorstep before either of them could plant another dagger.
Chapter 11
Jakob sat in his office listening to the representative from Remy Riders drone on. Outside the sky was bright. Jakob cringed at it. His heart had swollen like a bruised limb. He could not believe it had been three days now since he last saw Bree. Despite everything that had transpired, he still craved her like a drug.
He pushed her from his mind. His pride was right—no matter how flawed some of Blake's ideas were, the pride came first. He'd forgotten that for a moment when Bree entered his life. Now, he would never forget again. Bree—his mate—had deserted him. Yet the pride remained. Yes, Blake wanted to rule, but Jakob had put him in his place. Thirty days without his brothers should clear his head. Power struggles were common amongst males in prides, and now that Mark and Tony were back on board, things would be right again.
He turned his eyes back to the droning representative when there was a long pause. Jakob assumed it was his turn to speak and began barking orders.
"I will not entertain another word."
The drone's eyes flickered, uncertain. "But sir," he stammered.
"This is my final offer. Take it or leave it."
William handed the representative a packet. Jakob knew Remy would take it. He'd gone to great lengths to ensure they would. You didn't need spies when you had the sense abilities of lions at your fingertips.
The representative opened his mouth as if to speak, then thought better of it. He took the packet, bid them good day, and left.
Jakob stood. He was thirsty. Something sweet and creamy sounded delicious. He paused with his hand on his chair when he realized he was craving one of those damned lattes Bree was always drinking. He sighed. He would force her from his mind by whatever means necessary
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