Page 30 of Chosen By The Grizzly

I cradle my bump. I’m so happy and proud that I’ll be walking down the aisle with Jason’s cub in my belly.

Monica peeks between the dressing-room curtains. A littleoohof surprise bursts from her lips.

“There are a ton of famous people out there, aren’t there?”

“Yup!” Her voice comes out as a squeak.

“Oh, god.” My stomach does a little flip. “Guess it’s lucky that I won’t recognize most of them.”

“Well, none of them are as cool or as beautiful as you.” She re-curls a ringlet of my hair. “And none of them are marrying the best guy in the world.”

“Thanks, Mon,” I say, adjusting the shoulder strap of her dress. “You’re a sweetheart.” And I smile. The old me would’ve thrown her compliment right back in her face.

“It’s all true…” Her eyes get that glazed look she has when an idea occurs to her. “You remember that mantra that was supposed to get you through the camping trip?”

“It’s just three days? How could I forget?”

“Turned out it was a whole lot more than that.”

“It sure was,” I say, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“You deserve all the happiness in the world, Callie.”

“So do you, Mon.” I take another big breath. “Okay, think I’m ready.”

Monica peeks through the curtain again and signals the usher. A moment later, the music starts up. She takes my arm, and the curtains open.

Honestly, all I see is a sea of blurry faces as I walk down the aisle. Monica is my only bridesmaid, and she’s also giving me away. She’s always been my entire family, so of course she’s the one I want at my side. And, it doesn’t hurt to give her a little exposure at the wedding, with so many eligible bachelors around, and all.

Everything goes into slow motion as Jason steps out from his seat and turns to face me. My breath catches. His huge, muscular body is encased in a tux, and he looks absolutely incredible. He’s trimmed his beard and his big, soft eyes are brighter than ever as he takes me in. He holds his hands out to me, and there’s a bigooh!From the guests. It might not be traditional, but neither of us give a damn. All that matters is our love for each other, and this cub I’m carrying. There’s been plenty of gossip about our “shotgun wedding”, as Lindsay has been telling me gleefully. But the truth is that Jason made me pregnant the night he claimed me, and that’s what counts. This wedding is partly for his family. They’re so proud of him and his glittering career. When I first met them, I was worried they’d be disappointed that he was marrying a civilian like me, instead of a famous actress. But they’re shifters, of course, so they’re ecstatic that he’s found his fated mate, and I get on real well with Jason’s mom, dad and younger brother.

The wedding is also designed to silence all the speculation about him. That was my idea. He says he doesn’t want to go back into acting. But I’ve seen all his movies now, and I’ve been telling him it’s not fair to deprive the public of his talent and godlike presence.

I’ve also granted Lindsay an exclusive wedding photoshoot. After all, she’s done me a solid. If she hadn’t decided to spend her bachelorette party trying to expose Jason, he and I might never have met.

When I approach Jason and slide my hands into his, the love shining in his eyes turns my knees weak. “You look so, so beautiful, my little She-bear,” he says. Except he doesn’t say it out loud. His soul speaks directly to mine, and I feel his words in my chest.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and break into a grin. She-bear is his nickname for me, mostly when we’re mating. Because I’m so wild, apparently.

The ceremony is a blur. We make the promises to each other that we’ve already made in private, then there’s clapping and cheering and a million camera flashes. Then lots of hugs and congratulations.

The two shifters who rescued Lindsay and Ashley are Jason’s best men. We’ve spent a lot of time hanging out together in the past few months, and Logan and Caleb are both great guys.

Everyone wants to talk to me, it seems. Guess they all want to find out who Jay T’s shotgun bride is. It’s actually kinda fun. I’m deep in conversation with a young actress who’s just been nominated for an Oscar, when Jason pulls me aside.

“Callie, I need to borrow you for a minute,” he says urgently.

“Sure thing.” I tell the actress I’ll catch her later, and the next thing I know, he’s hurrying me through the venue, which is a beautiful old French chateau. He pulls me into a small dressing room and locks the door behind us.

“Where’s the fire?” I say, looking around confusedly.

“Right here.” He takes my hand and presses it to his crotch.

“Ohh…” I say. His cock is already hard.

“You’re so sexy, Callie. I couldn’t wait any longer,” he growls.

Then I’m in his arms, and he’s kissing me hungrily, tracing his burning lips all over my neck and cleavage. There’s a zip that runs all the way down the back of my dress. His fingers find it and tug it down. He peels the whole dress off, and his eyes sear over me from head to toe. I’m wearing bridal lingerie—bra, panties, stockings and a garter belt—the whole deal. Makes a weird contrast with my big, round, pregnant belly, but if the tent in Jason’s pants is anything to go by, he likes what he sees.

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