The Bridal Hunt

The Bridal Hunt Read Online Free PDF

Book: The Bridal Hunt Read Online Free PDF
Author: Jeanette Lynn
Why is it so important to him for me to wear it?
    Something smells fishy around here... it isn't the blanket and it aint me. Then again... could just be he doesn't want 'Christmas dinner' to catch cold and die before he can cook her up properly.
    Too bad.
    Maybe I'll get too cold and die in my sleep, I thought acidly, trying to figure a way out of this ridiculous situation I've found myself in.
    "Sleep, female," he ordered, growling at me when I kept refusing his offer of the animal pelt.
    He scooped up his blankie and tucked it under his arm.
    "Bad, Meanie... no listen... bad female."
    I glared at him and he snarled at me angrily, muttering something that sounded insulting as he stomped out in a huff.
    Ohhh!
    So, arrogance in males is universal then?
    "Boob!" I shouted at his retreating back, shaking my fist in the air.
    When he stopped suddenly, as if he was going to come back in, I squeaked and ran back to the safety of my corner.
    He grunted, peering over at me, his lip twitching at the corner as he saw my pinched lipped expression and saucer eyes.
    He grunted again, as if to say, 'yeah, that's right' and then finally left.
    I stuck my tongue at his retreating figure and slumped down into my space.
    I waited a good fifteen minutes before I moved. Just in case.
    Slowly and quietly, I'm not much for stealth, but I try , I crept over to one of the windows.
    A sigh of relief escaped me as I peeked through one and saw him heading towards a group of other beasties, all congregating around a big bonfire.
    I was tempted to see if I could leave, maybe make a run for it, but the steady influx of snow people walking by at any time told me that's not a plausible idea at the moment.
    Patience, Wilhelmina, I told myself, we'll figure something out...
    I settled down into a spot near the fireplace and tried to keep warm, my legs tucked under me as I digested all that's happened so far.
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Time passed and eventually other women , the ones I'd seen earlier, were ushered into the same small hut as me.
    The man beasts that carried them in were looking a little too pleased when the women all accepted the offered animal furs, without a single protest, snuggling up all bundled and warm.
    If I didn't think the animal furs had a meaning to them, I would have gladly taken Kirch's off his hands.
    Those suckers look warm.
    We ate the mystery stew in silence, some kind of unidentifiable vegetable mish mash with no meat.
    Considering my worries about the meat, I was relieved and ate every bite. I even drank the broth.
    "Where are we?" a petite blonde woman whimpered, huddling into her fur as she tried to wipe stray tears from her eyes.
    "I don't know," I told her quietly, wrapping my arms around my knees, hugging them to my chest as I tried to keep warm.
    Good thing I dressed warmly when I'd ventured out to check the breaker box, would have been a bitch in pj's or something.
    Shoot, if that had been the case, I probably would have chased Kirch down by now and sucked it up and asked him for his blankie.
    A girl can only take so much, you know?
    Missing fingers and toes due to frostbite are not really my thing.
    "What do you think they want with us?" a tall red head queried, her hands shaking a little as she gripped her blanket tighter around her shoulders, huddled up with everyone else.
    "What did they say to you?" I asked the room at large, peering around.
    "The one who took me just kept sniffing me and saying something about a mate or mates... I don't know exactly. He kept switching back and forth between whatever it is he speaks and English," a stocky older blonde woman admitted, grimacing at the idea.
    "The one who took me didn't say anything. He just kept grunting and growling at me... he's so scary ," a petite Hispanic woman whispered.
    Someone reached over and gave her a 'there there' pat.
    "Mates?" I asked wide eyed, absorbing what the blonde woman had just said. "Mates! I'm not mating him ! Good god! If that's what
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