Bear Reign E-Book

Kayla Gabriel

• Herausgeber: Grace Goodwin
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Evil hangs over New Orleans, and the white witch, Sophie, is determined to protect her city...and take vengeance for the hurt done to someone she loves. Nothing will stop her from seeking revenge, not fear, not the risk of death, and absolutely not the sex-on-a-stick shifter who causes her heart--and her body--to constantly war with her head. He's dangerous. He's sexy. And she needs his help. What she doesn't need is a distraction.

Ephraim knows better than to trust, especially a hauntingly beautiful white witch who cold be his mate. When she shows up on his doorstep asking for help, both honor and his animal nature insist he stay near the sexy woman, even if she won't tell him what the hell he's supposed to do in this chess match against a deadly enemy.

His shifter insists Sophie is his mate, but his heart won't listen, not until Sophie trusts him with everything. Her secrets. Her past. And her heart. She'll have to surrender everything if they are going to save New Orleans...and any hope for the future of mankind.

The sixth—and final—story in the Alpha Guardians series will shake you to your core and set your heart on fire with a happily-ever-after that will stay with you long after you turn the final page.

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Bear Reign

Alpha Guardians - Book Six

Kayla Gabriel

Contents

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An Excerpt

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

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An Excerpt

He didn’t wait for a response, heading down a grand sandstone staircase and tugging his shirt off as he went. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, uncaring whether Sophie got an eyeful or not. He was overwhelmed and raw right now, he couldn’t worry about her right now.

Shouldn’t worry about her at all, in fact. Therein lay the problem.

The water was the perfect temperature when he dove in, just this side of refreshing. The sun had warmed the top and left the deeper recesses crisp and cool, and just the feel of the water on his skin was like sucking in a life-saving breath just when he felt he was drowning.

He did a dozen laps, slow and methodical, the exercise burning his tired muscles but acting as a balm for his overwrought mind. It was meditative for him, and he slipped so far into his own world that the sound of splashing water jolted him mid-stroke.

Ephraim surfaced to find Sophie wading in, wearing what looked like nothing but one of his t-shirts. The thin cotton was already damp around her breasts and hips, clinging to the slick outlines of her curves.

There went his meditative state. His whole body tightened, cock growing hard in an instant as he watched her approach. She gave him a self-conscious smile and dove under the surface, swimming over to come up just a few feet from him, treading water.

“Sophie…” he warned. “I don’t think you want to come any closer. I’m on edge right now.”

Prologue

Ephraim stood on a rocky bluff that overlooked the valley where his village lay, his long dark hair whipping wildly around his shoulders. He straightened his spine as he stared at the far mouth of the valley, watching as a line of a dozen of his village’s warriors approached, returning from battle. Though Ephraim couldn’t see their expressions from this distance, their movements were slow and heavy, almost defeated.

Or perhaps that was just his imagining. After all, it was hard to notice anything about the warriors in contrast with the burden they carried, a shrouded body lying on a pallet of cloth and heavy branches.

Ephraim’s father, a fellow warrior fallen in a raid against a neighboring tribe.

Watching the warriors, with their tall frames and broad shoulders, always made Ephraim strain to stand up taller, to make himself seem older and stronger. At fourteen, he held himself up to the standard of his father and the other village heroes. His brothers Elias and Egrel, older than him by more than a decade, constantly tormented him about his lithe frame. It seemed nothing ever changed between them: Elias the rugged warrior, Egrel the clever sorcerer, and little Ephraim who would never grow into his clumsy feet and fierce angst.

Maybe you’ll never mature, you’ll just cling to mother’s skirts all your life, was Egrel’s newest taunt.

Ephraim realized that his fists were clenched tightly, just thinking about it. His father always told him to ignore Egrel’s sharp tongue and Elias’s quiet condescension, but it was difficult. It always seemed like his brothers bore some grudge against Ephraim, as if their brotherly teasing was something more. Something deeper, uglier.

Turning his focus back to the procession of warriors below, Ephraim knew the tension with his brothers grew out of competition. Ephraim was most beloved of his mother, and he’d inherited more than just his father’s dark good looks — he also had the ability to shift into a great, furred beast. It was the same gift that had carried his father through a lifetime of sprawling, epic battles. The ability that had raised their family’s status, given them the best of the valley’s land to farm, given them a great number of sheep and cattle.

One day, Ephraim was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps, become a respected warrior. Neither Elias nor Egrel could rely on such an ability to earn their keep, though Elias was talented with a sword and Egrel adept with potions and spells.

“Have they brought him, then?”

Ephraim whirled and found his mother standing at the doorway of their cottage, leaning against the frame for support.

“Here, mother, let’s get you back inside,” Ephraim said, crossing the yard to assist her.

“That was your father, was it not? He wears the shroud,” his mother mumbled. She was light as a feather when Ephraim half-carried her back to the makeshift bed they’d set up by the fire. The nights were cool this time of year, and her health was poor. Worse, even, since word came that Ephraim’s father was gravely wounded in battle a week past.

“Just rest, mother,” Ephraim said. “I’ll get your special tea, to help you sleep.”

“I want to see him,” she said, but already he could see that she was fading. “I need to see him…”

Once she was settled in and sleeping soundly, Ephraim stepped back outside. Elias and Egrel stood less than fifty paces from the cottage, and they both went silent upon seeing Ephraim.

“Brothers,” he said, watching their stiff posture. Guilty, almost. “What is to happen to father’s body?”

“The warriors are already building the funeral pyre,” Egrel said, jerking his head toward the valley.

It was true; Ephraim moved closer to watch his father’s brethren stacking lumber, wide and high.

“Will there be a ceremony?” Ephraim wondered. Usually death was a private affair, mourning kept to each individual family, but his father was no ordinary villager.

“No doubt.” Elias shifted his stance, his eyes downcast.

“Mother will want to go,” Ephraim said, sadness welling in his chest.

“She is too ill,” Egrel shot back immediately, hostile. “I won’t have you dragging her down to the village, making her health worse, just to keep her favor.”

Ephraim’s mouth opened and closed. Egrel had a cruel mind, always assuming the worst of everyone. What was there to say to that, really?

“She is sleeping now,” Ephraim said, looking away instead.

“Let us go down, then.” Elias, never one for two words when one would do. Head of the family now, it seemed.

Ephraim nodded and followed them, heart heavy.

As they trudged back up the hill from the ceremony, the pyre’s ash and smoke still clinging to their clothes and hair, Egrel was the first to break the heavy silence.

“I’ve asked a sorcerer from a distant village to come and see to mother,” he said, trading a heavy glance with Elias. “He should be here today.”

“A sorcerer? Their services are very expensive. How will we pay for that?” Ephraim asked, frowning. “Our flocks are thinnest this time of year. We can hardly afford to give away as many sheep as he would surely ask.”

“We will make an arrangement,” Egrel said with a shrug. “Mother’s health is most important, as I am sure you will agree.”

Elias merely grunted, his expression dark as a thundercloud. There was something they weren’t saying, Ephraim was sure of it. But what?

When they reached the cottage, the sorcerer was waiting for them. Swathed in many layers of woolen coats, hood shoved back to reveal a shock of perfectly white hair decades too old for his youthful face, he watched them all with darkly shining eyes.

“I am Egrel,” Ephraim’s brother said by way of introduction. “This is the older, Elias. And the youngest, Ephraim.”

“I am Crane,” the sorcerer said, inclining his head. “I haven’t much time, so let us begin.”

Ephraim and Egrel hovered as the man examined their mother, pushing back her thinning blonde hair, looking in her ears, pressing his finger against her parched tongue. It went on like that for some time, the man looking at her wrists and ankles, asking a few questions about whether she’d had fever, whether she’d met any strangers of late.

The sorcerer lay her in the bed and drew the covers over her once more.

“It is a malady of spirit, the most difficult to cure,” he announced. He shot Egrel a meaningful glance. “I can mix something to heal her, but the ingredients are very, very rare.”

“Do it,” Egrel said without hesitation.

Ephraim wanted to ask outright what the cost would be, what understanding Egrel and Crane and Elias had between them, but he was afraid. Afraid that Crane might not cure his mother, afraid that the price they’d agreed to would be dark and shocking. After all, there was no way to un-know something once it’d been said aloud.