Bear Risen E-Book

Kayla Gabriel

• Herausgeber: Kayla Gabriel
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

How much can he sacrifice to save the one woman destined to be his? Even a dragon has his limits... 

Dragon shifter Aeric is troubled. Not because the woman who holds his heart also haunts his dreams. But because it's too late to walk away. He never should have met her. Never held her. Never kissed her. Now that he has, there's no escape. Fate decreed that he will be the cause of her death. Her love will get her killed. So there is just one solution--stay far, far away from her. 

Alice knows that Aeric, the sexy Viking, is nothing but trouble. Sexy, I-want-some-of-that, kind of trouble. She knows she should leave him alone. But she's stubborn. He's beautiful. And one touch of his lips lights a fire she doesn't want to control...even if it kills her.

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Bear Risen

Alpha Guardians - Book Four

Kayla Gabriel

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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

Chapter 12

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Bear Risen: Copyright © 2018 by Kayla Gabriel

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An Excerpt

Aeric was shaken to his core as he led Alice into his bed chamber. His footsteps slowed halfway through the room as he contemplated his crisply-made king sized bed, a heavy moment of reality dragging down the fantasies flooding his brain. But the fantasies won, because…

She was here. Right here, in his bedroom, looking at him with wide eyes. Biting her lip as she took a seat on the edge of his bed, tossing off the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. This was no dream, and it was a big step away from the solitude and silence that dominated Aeric’s life.

Alice flipped her long, dark hair back over one shoulder and beckoned to him, and Aeric could only do her bidding. He stepped between her knees, leaning down to kiss her hard and fast, one big hand splaying out against her lower back to bring her body against his.

This. Gods, her taste… The feel of her luscious lips under his, her tongue meeting his boldly, the soft sounds she made when his free hand traveled up to cup her breast through the thin shift she wore…

Prologue

“Mother, I cannot kill an innocent,” Allisandre said, tossing her curtain of silky black hair over her shoulder. She paced to the edge of their cave like chamber in Erebus, deep in the belly of the earth. The home of the Greek Furies, infernal goddesses who existed only to avenge and punish and rain death on wrongdoers.

Allise’s mother Tisiphone stood, waves of crisp silver-white hair bursting forth from the hood of her tattered black cloak. Tisiphone clutched a cane in her gnarled hand, leaning heavily on it as she moved toward her daughter. Allise saw the determination on her mother’s heavily wrinkled and age-spotted face; at the moment, her mother looked every bit the crone, fitting in perfectly with her sisters Alekto and Megaera. Three ancient witches with the power to control life, death, and fate.

“We are The Erinyes, daughter. We bow to no man,” Tisiphone informed Allise for perhaps the thousandth time. The Greek Furies were Allise’s birthright, though she was also half mortal. Since Allise could remember, her mother had told her over and over again the steps to take in order to come fully into her power.

“I’ve forsaken the mortal world, mother,” Allise said, beginning the list of requirements before her mother could. “I’ve forsaken men—”

“Forsaking men will not bring you into your power and make you one of the Erinyes, Allisandre,” her mother corrected. This, too, was part of their age-old song and dance, and it made Allise sigh. “You must give up your mate, the one man with the power to bring you to your knees and summon your death. Then, and only then will you become godlike. Only then are you truly immortal, only then will you begin to age like a Fury.”

Allise pressed her lips together to keep the retort on the tip of her tongue from slipping free. I don’t want to become a hag, she thought. I like myself the way I am.

But the way she was would never be enough. She was too young, too weak, too mortal. Her aunts Alekto and Megaera were always very loving, but Allise knew that they thought the same. Until she killed her fated mate and gained her full powers as a Fury, became an avenging angel brought to life, she would never be accepted. Only then would she belong here in Erebus, alongside her mother and aunts.

“You won’t even miss him if you never know him,” Tisiphone said, pulling Allise from her thoughts.

“Sorry?” Allise asked, settling onto an overstuffed chaise and watching her mother closely.

“Your mate. Your sire certainly wasn’t my fated mate. He was a handsome mortal man. A vintner, I think. Carrying wine to the market, I think. I disguised myself as a beautiful mortal woman, took what I wanted from him, and now I have you.”

The arch of Tisiphone’s brow intimated that perhaps she hadn’t gotten exactly what she’d expected in Allise.

“I know, but…” Allise tried to find the words to explain.

“Allisandre, you understand how the Erinyes work. Our worshippers pray to us, ask us to avenge their injustices small and large. We choose the most worthy causes and assign them amongst ourselves. To date, you have only struck down eight transgressors. Two others you have excused, leaving me to clean up your messes. I understand that you are half mortal, but you cannot let your compassion turn into a fatal flaw.”

“What if the compassion is more just than the revenge?” Allise snapped, scowling at her mother.

“How can that be, daughter? Revenge is all that we are.”

Allise opened her mouth to disagree, then hesitated, trying to find the right words. Perhaps it would be better to explain the story than to blatantly argue with her mother.

“My assignment, the man who is meant to be my fated mate…”

“Yes, yes,” her mother said, waving a hand. “It is how all Erinyes find their men, how they make the choice to come into their powers fully.”

“Well, the worshipper who prayed for vengeance against him is a former lover. When she prayed to us, I heard her voice clear as a bell, her story striking straight into my heart. She said that he broke her heart, that he’s an unfeeling bastard, all the usual things. But…”

Tisiphone huffed a laugh.

“You got nosy,” her mother surmised. “You wanted to know about this man, this human.”

Allise could feel her cheeks grow hot.

“I wanted to know if he was as terrible as she made him sound. After all, how could the fates pair me with such a monster?”

“And what did you find, daughter?” Tisiphone canted her head, a wicked note of amusement in her voice.

“The girl lied. She tried to trick him, lay with him and told him she carried his child when she did not. He rejected her, and she called to us with a false story. How can that be just, mother?”

Tisiphone pursed her lips and stalked across the room, her reliance on her cane seemingly forgotten. The old woman act was just that, an act; Tisiphone was far stronger than she liked to let on.

“The justice in our world flows only one direction, Allisandre. Our worshippers cry out to us, and we avenge them. There is no more to it than that, no balancing of scales or judgements of who is right and who is wrong. How many times must I explain this?” Her mother paused. “You saw the man, your mate. You found him comely, did you not?”

Allise flushed even more deeply. She’d followed him, it was true. She’d hidden in the trees and watched him bathe in a spring, admired the naked glory of the strange Viking man. He was tall and muscular and had an intelligent look about him, and something about him called to her.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Do not feel shame for such, Allisandre. He is meant to tempt you. That is part of the ritual, the sacrifice of something you truly want. You are an innocent, beguiled by a handsome mortal. It is the beginning of your creation, your rise to goddesshood.”

Allise opened her mouth, but her mother stopped her words with a gesture.

“There is no choice here, Allisandre. Kill him and rise to your full potential, or leave Erebus behind forever. If you do not become a full Erinye, as long as the man is alive, you will always be weak and flawed.” She paused. “Come with me.”

Before Allise could blink, her mother snapped her fingers and transported them from their home at the gates of the underworld into the human realm, to a place Allise was embarrassed to know all too well.

His home. It was a simple one-room thatched cottage, bright green moss on the roof and a roaring fire in the hearth. He stood before the fire, her Viking, staring into the flames as if they might reveal the world’s secrets to him. Zeus’s breath, but he was handsome; his rugged frame and chiseled features took her breath away, though they’d not spoken a single word.

Just gazing upon him like this, her heart began to pound. Allise panicked, unprepared to meet him for the first time, in such circumstances. But he didn’t seem to notice them, sipping from a mug of mead and ruminating as he studied the fire.

“I have made it very simple, daughter. He cannot see us, cannot hear us. Take this,” her mother said, holding out a cruel-looking iron knife. “Finish the task, right now. He’ll never be the wiser. He’s mortal, a handful of years will make no difference to him.”

“No!” Allise said, her stomach churning. She glanced back to him, heart in her throat. “I cannot.”

“You must. If not to become a goddess, then to save your own life. You know the rule. If you do not kill him, he will bring about your death. It is unavoidable. Now kill him,” her mother hissed, thrusting the knife at Allise. “Use the knife, use a curse, whatever you will. Sing to him if you must.”

She referred to Allise’s special talent, a voice within her that, unleashed upon the mortal world, brought enchantment or death or anything else she wished. She’d razed a city to the ground as a child, the first time she sang her deadly song. Allise gritted her teeth, trying to do what she ought. She raised her left hand, pulling a dark blue orb of power into existence, drawing the will to snuff out his life.

At the last moment, just as she hurled it toward him, she relented. The orb flew, turning into a blinding flash of golden light, illuminating everything in the darkened cottage. As the orb hit him, it consumed him like flames touching dry straw. He screamed, his skin catching, but he did not burn…

He changed.