Bought By The Bear

by Jade White

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  BOUGHT BY

  THE BEAR

  A PARANORMAL SHAPESHIFTER ROMANCE

  JADE WHITE

  Copyright ©2017 by Jade White

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  About This Book

  Katherine was a Phoenix who had the ability to create fire at will.

  However, she had just been exiled by her people who were disappointed with the strength of her powers.

  This meant that she was put up for auction and sold to the highest bidder.

  That highest bidder was a power hungry Werebear named Mason Wilde. A bear that saw something in Katherine that others did not, however he was a bear that had a dark past and dark secrets of his own...

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  Prologue

  They were supposed to be fearless. They were supposed to be ruthless. They were supposed to be forged from the fires of hell, and born to bring devastation to all life on earth. How the hell was she supposed to live up to that, when she took one look at blood and wanted to faint.

  To say she was what her mother had least expected was an understatement. Katherine the Disgrace. Katherine the Weak. Katherine the Gentle. These were all the shaming names she had earned from just her family alone.

  The Phoenix were not supposed to be the way she was. They had to be graceful and deadly. She was clumsy and nurturing. Katherine was everything that they were not. It seemed the only thing she did inherit from the Phoenix was their fire―not that she was ever capable of using it.

  Katherine couldn’t focus on basic battle techniques, so she never trained with her find. She couldn’t bear to be around the men and women they had captured from other tribes, so she never stayed long in the village. Katherine couldn’t bear to look at an injured animal without yearning to help it. When she did help the defenseless creature, she always got burned by one of her sisters.

  She stared at a man, and she longed to help him. He was starving, his bones showing through his flesh. There were bags under his eyes from hours, maybe days of sleep deprivation. Her heart sank into her stomach, but how was she going to help him? Katherine could barely help herself.

  She looked around, trying to see if anyone could see her. Katherine was in a secluded area, and not very many people dared to come to the punishing grounds. She occasionally did―to feed the men and women that were being tortured.

  Phoenix. She scoffed to herself. The Phoenix were simple minded savages. They love to kill and torture, but they loved sex even more. Katherine was surprised that the women didn’t choose to use him as a toy for their simple and carnal pleasures.

  She tugged at his shackles for a moment. They were specially made to only release with a phoenix’s fire. Heat was enough though, and Katherine oozed with heat. She broke off the chain holding up his arm.

  He looked at her, shaking his head. “Don’t,” he whispered to her. “They’ll see you.”

  “Let them.” She pulled off one of his ankles, trying to keep him balanced so he wouldn’t fall. That was the last thing she needed. “I’ve been hurt enough.” At this point it doesn’t hurt anymore. She tugged at his other ankle, then his wrist.

  When he was fully free, he collapsed onto her. She held him up, draping his arm over her shoulder. He didn’t weigh much, and it was a sad realization. She walked forwards, carrying his weight on her.

  Katherine hated what her kind did to people. She wished they would listen to her. She wished they would heed her warning that something big would bring them to their knees. They didn’t think anything was bigger than them. Stupid savages.

  The edge of the village was so close. Katherine could smell the fresh, unburnt pine trees calling out in sweet bliss. They beckoned to her, like a longing whisper from a dead lover. Their call though, was not for her. It was for him, and she would get him there as safely as possible.

  “I can’t walk much more,” he whispered into her ear. “Just let me die.” That wasn’t an option.

  Katherine swept his small weight up into her arms, carrying him the last few steps till the edge. She sat him down on his feet, trying to look him in the eyes. It was too hard though. Their phantomless grey pits called out for death and mercy. “I cannot go any further than this. Head into the woods and do not look back. We cannot follow you, but our weapons can.”

  The Phoenix were bound to their village. Wherever they set up camp, they had to stay put. Unless the Phoenix were given permission by the tribe master to leave for battle, or if they were banished. She tried herself to escape, but she was forced back onto her ass by an invisible boundary. Freedom was not hers to be tasted.

  He didn’t hesitate on her orders. He carried on as fast as he could, jumping from in front of and behind trees.

  “He wasn’t much fun anyways,” a masculine voice echoed from behind.

  Katherine froze. She felt the firmness of a chest along her shoulders and head. An arm snaked around her waist, and a hot breath fanned down her neck. “Let me go.”

  “The master is going to have some fun with you,” that voice said.

  “Put me down!” She struggled in the grasp, pushing at the arm around her. It was no use; she wasn’t strong enough. Katherine hardly had the strength to carry that prisoner the distance she did.

  “Maybe you’ll replace him. I’m sure the others are going to love defiling you.” A tongue ran over the pulse of her neck, sending chills down her spine.

  She bashed her head against another, and heard a snap!

  “I’ll make sure I get first touch.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  She had never seen so many people before. They were all so beautiful. So monstrous. There were so many different colored eyes staring at her and the other men and women. It was like looking into a rainbow.

  Katherine didn’t know very much about the races outside of her own kind. She only knew what she could pick up from books and scrolls she had stolen from the tribe master. Katherine could only hope the man didn’t know she had knowledge of so many different races.

  Any knowledge about shape shifters was obsolete. Any drawings that were on
the scrolls and in the books did no justice to such beautiful beings. They were so tall. So built. So deadly looking.

  Katherine looked across the crowd of men and women, trying to shield her breasts and hymen from prying eyes. It didn’t do her much good, their eyes seemed to go right through her hands and arms.

  She had never felt so bare before. She had never felt so shunned and alone.

  Her people did such horrible things to Katherine, it was a wonder that she even remained mentally intact with herself. She had to though, she was the only thing keeping herself sane.

  Her own sisters strung her up in the middle of the village. They spread her arms and legs so she couldn’t protect herself. Men and women came to fondle her. Some even dared to taste her. Though none were allowed to penetrate her, that didn’t stop them from using other things to do so.

  Katherine looked down at the trail of blood on the side of her thighs. She was shaking, and could barely keep her legs up straight.

  Some of the men in the audience blew kisses at her. Others licked their lips, their eyes telling her exactly what they wanted to do. She longed for something to cover herself up, even if it was a leaf.

  Katherine tried to block everything out. She tried to numb herself. She didn’t like this humiliation. She didn’t want to be here. She wanted to be home. She wanted to be sleeping in her bed, or in a tree somewhere on the permitted grounds of the village.

  Where are you going to send her? Katherine’s mother asked, looking over her with such disgrace and disgust.

  She wants to be a traitor, she can. She won’t be one of us, she’ll be a whore for some poor bastard elsewhere. The tribe master replied, removing a dagger from Katherine’s stomach. He licked the blood off the blade, never losing eye contact with her.

  Where are you sending my daughter? Her mother asked again, her hair lighting ablaze.

  To the auction house. There are slavers that want people. I’m giving them her. Let the next poor fool deal with her insubordination.

  Katherine didn’t misbehave, she just cared. It was difficult for anyone to understand that, even her own mother. Katherine wasn’t of the same nature as her people. Sometimes she thought she was something just a little more than the Phoenix.

  She was shoved forwards by a male behind her. Katherine wasn’t strong enough to keep herself standing. She fell forwards, landing on her hands and knees. She felt the blood beginning to drip from fresh wounds.

  “Get up,” a man snarled, pulling Katherine to her feet. He nudged her forwards with the barrel of a shotgun.

  He couldn’t kill her, even if he wanted to. If he did, she’d be reborn from the ashes more powerful than before. Maybe then I’ll be able to use my fire.

  There were so many more people than she originally saw. It felt like all they were staring at was her body. It’s all they want.

  Katherine was forced up onto a stage beside a blonde girl. She was much more perky than Katherine was, but maybe that had something to do with her species, or the fact that she hadn’t been molested by her own people.

  She had long, blonde locks that seemed to absorb the daylight. Her eyes were ice blue, twinkling with power. She swayed back and forth with wider hips, her plump breasts moving with her hips. Her skin was as pale as milk, flawless in every possible way.

  Her pointy tail swayed back and forth, and a pair of horns protruded from her head. She rocked her hips back and forth to what must’ve been music. The stupid girl was selling herself. Katherine couldn’t humiliate herself like that, especially in front of these people.

  Katherine looked beyond their audience, trying to find a way out. Maybe she wasn’t a fighter, but she sure as hell was a planner. She had always been able to anticipate her opponent’s next move, but it was going to be much more difficult with so many bodies. She’d be overwhelmed and killed―momentarily.

  They were outdoors. There were so many different exits she could take. The slavers didn’t take into consideration the many escape routes. How to get this chain off.

  They cuffed her neck with a chain. She couldn’t get it off. Her heat couldn’t even melt it. It must’ve been some god-forged chain. It was the only thing that could keep a phoenix bound.

  Katherine scanned the crowd again, trying to find the ones to avoid, they were all shifters though. They all had to be avoided. This is useless.

  Katherine slumped to the ground, becoming overwhelmed by everything. She remembered each hated whisper, each unkind glide of foreign objects in and out of her body. She remembered hearing her sisters laugh and scream with glee at her pain. If Katherine wasn’t so kind, she probably would have killed them a long time ago.

  “Oh, no you don’t honey,” the blonde purred into her ear. She gripped the back of Katherine’s neck, picking her up off the ground, and tossing her in the crowd. “If you’re going to fall over honey, it might as well be for a reason.” She licked her lips and a mesh of sharp teeth spiked her mouth.

  Mason hadn’t been to an auction in a long time. He had forgotten what it was all about. The women. The power. The blood and sweat from the over booted hunger for dominance.

  He had seen men fight on the stage, out of good sport. Never had he seen two women fighting. The blonde succubus had been swaying her hips and naked flesh around like the seductress her kind had been sent out to be, while the human looking female was slumped over. At first shot she got, the succubus threw the poor girl into the audience.

  Lucky him to say he was the one she landed on. Up close she was elegant, and more so than what a frail human could be.

  Her skin was sun kissed, white freckles beseeching her face, her neck, her breasts and all over. Short raven black hair was cut in a pixie-like way, encasing a pair of grey orbs. Embers crackled in their hearts, sparking a fire in his soul.

  She tried to gather herself before her, but kept fumbling in every attempt to get up. When she did manage to get up, she ran to the back of the crowd as fast as she could. She had disappeared.

  The succubus was busy laughing as a lion-shifter picked her up off the stage. She had been bought, yet her eyes still searched for the freckled beauty that was hiding. Timid thing.

  He jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. Mason could only wonder if that was how she fought, or if she preferred to reserve her energy.

  He didn’t notice it, didn’t smell it until now, but she was bleeding. His hands were covered in it, and it was the most glorious thing he’d ever smelled.

  Mason shoved through the crowd, looking for the slender beauty. She seemed to have truly disappeared, until he caught the scent of her blood. She came into sight, pushing through two shifters. They didn’t even seem to notice her, but when he came to them, they parted like the red sea.

  “Stop,” Mason called out. He grabbed her petite hand, and her head shot around so fast. Her skin was as hot as fire. The feel of it was hardly believable. “Where are you going?”

  Those grey eyes turned into pits of fire. Her nostrils flared at him. “Let me go,” she growled.

  Mason couldn’t help but chuckle. She looked too adorable to be threatening. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms―that and many other things. “I don’t think so.” He tugged her into his arms.

  He marched towards the stage, woman in hand. She punched and bit him, trying everything in her power to get free, but each attempt grew weaker and weaker. She had fight in her, but it wasn’t much.

  By the amount of blood she had falling down her thighs, she surely had been bleeding for more than a few hours. She wasn’t healing, which made him think that she was human but those eyes of hers said otherwise.

  Whatever she was, he didn’t care. She needed medical attention, and the slavers weren’t likely to give it to her. He would have to ruin his own agenda if he truly felt like healing her. He would have to buy her, and deal with her until either one of them died.

  She might be eternally grateful. His beast laughed. By her demeanor, she’s definitely hiding some power in her
.

  Mason hoped his beast was correct. Rarely was its judgement poor. Rarely had it ever been wrong.

  He stepped to the side of the stage, woman in his arms. She had finally given up, and slumped over in his arms. Her lava-like scent scorching his nose. “Her. I want her,” he said sternly to an auctioneer.

  “If you want her you have to buy her, and consummate the binding between the two of you,” the pale-haired woman said. Her voice was monotoned, and lacked any bit of emotion.

  “How much?” Mason tightened his grip on her, watching the blood loss increase.

  “How much are you willing to pay?” another auctioneer chimed in.

  “I’ll give you sixty thousand,” he rushed out, brushing away a piece of her bang. She frowned up at him.

  “Is this in blood or cash?”

  “Cash.” He looked at the three auctioneers, then back at the girl. “Speak with my driver, and he will give you the money.”

  “Where is your driver?”

  “Where do you think he is?”

  CHAPTER THREE

  He had duties to be accomplished before their bond had severed indefinitely. He had to willingly get her to agree to a consummation. She had been bought as a bride, and she would have to do so. Of course, he wouldn’t make her. Not right now at least.

  She had been through so much. She had lost so much. He hated having to mark her, and hated having to put her through any more pain. Pain was the only way she was going to heal.

  Now she was asleep. She had been sleeping for what felt like an eternity. It must’ve been a while for her since she had gotten a good night’s sleep. He only wondered what she had endured that caused her so much pain.

  She shifted in his lap, her soft, pleasant sighs fanning over her skin. Her warmth was delicious, almost as much as she looked. Her short hair made her appear frail, and angelic. Mason wondered if she knew how beautiful she looked.