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Daniella thought that getting her lover back would fix things—that she could finally take a moment to come to grips with her new reality. But her hopes are dashed when they arrive at her new home in the weretigers’ territory. Because something inside Owen has changed, and Erick avoids her like the plague.
But settling into a new home is the least of Daniella’s worries. Because the stalker has a taste for Owen’s blood, and she won’t give him up so easily…
Claiming Their Royal Mate: Part Three is a novella, and it is the third entry in a four-part sexy, m/f/m serial. The story contains erotic situations and is intended for mature readers.
CHAPTER
ONE
Somewhere
in the back of his mind, his father screamed.
About
duty. About protecting the clan. About his idiocy.
The
unbendable man, his face and body and mind scarred from the decades
he’d spent out in the world. From the years he never spoke of
before he found their little clan and wrested it from its prior
prime—from all accounts, a man even harsher than Erick’s father—
he would never have approved his son’s decision to come after Owen.
Faced with the same situation, Erick had no doubts as to what his
father would have done—dragged Daniella to their home in the
mountains the day he’d found her, with or without her consent.
And
if he’d somehow landed himself in this situation—with his second
kidnapped by vampires—he would have let the man die. He never would
have trusted the wolves to help.
But
Erick couldn’t walk away. Because Owen was his friend. Hell, Owen
was his only friend.
His
lip turned into a snarl as he circled the stalker, and she grinned,
flashing the stunted teeth that marked her the most dangerous of
vampires.
No,
his father wouldn’t have found himself in this situation, because
his father didn’t have any friends. And it was only through the
grace of the man’s inattention that Erick found himself with
another person he cared about nearly as much as his clan.
The
stalker smiled, and Erick closed his eyes. A brief blink to push his
tiger form into the forefront of his mind. The barest of a second to
change form. And when his new eyes opened, she was there. Taller than
his new form, lips curled in amusement.
A
snarl, then he flew at her. But she was already in motion, so quick
that even he had trouble following the movement. Claws grazed the
material of her shirt, and then she was behind him. He whirled
around, expecting an attack. Instead, she winked.
The
stalker was playing with him.
Anger
spiked at the realization, and he flew at her again, gnashing his
teeth and swiping his paws in a vain effort to strike the
impossibly-quick moving vampire. If he could get her with his teeth,
the paralytic toxin might slow her down enough for him to take her,
but she was too fast.
“Silly
kitty,” she purred.
She
was playing with him, all right. Goading him into exhausting himself.
The smart thing to do would be to try to run. But they’d lose Owen.
Not only Owen, he’d lose Daniella, too. Why would she stay if Owen
was gone? The thoughts sent a spike of pain through his chest.
No.
He wasn’t running. Hell, he was pretty damn sure the stalker
wouldn’t let him if he tried. If he had to go down today, he’d go
facing his enemy.
As
if she could see his thoughts, hear his decision, the stalker’s
smile widened, and her stance relaxed just the slightest bit. “Good
kitty.”
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