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King of
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Paranormal
Bird Shifter
Romance
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to the
following
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King of
Prey
and
A View
to a
Kill by
Mandy
M Roth
When the
oracle warns
Prince Aeson
that his
future mate
is in the
human realm
and is in
great
danger, he
wastes no
time going
in search of
her. Problem
is, he has
no idea who
he’s looking
for. He’s
never met
her and the
oracle
couldn’t
give him
anything
more than
small clues
as to who
she is and
where she
might be.
Sent to one
of his
favorite
hangouts—a
sex club—Aeson
is stunned
when a
beauty shows
up on the
arm of
another man,
a man void
of emotion.
He senses
trouble
surrounding
her and
something
else—something
that marks
her as his.
He doesn’t
care if she
is or isn’t
the woman
the oracle
told him
about, she’s
the woman he
wants.
Anyone who
dares to
stand in his
way will
feel his
wrath and,
before the
night is
out, she’ll
feel exactly
what it’s
like to be
taken by a
prince.
WARNING:
This book
contains
hot,
explicit sex
and
violence,
dominant
alpha bird
shifting
males who
think
they’re
always
right, even
when they’re
dead wrong
and a woman
who isn’t
about to
stand by and
let them
boss her
around.
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Accipitridae
Realm,
Buteos
Regalis
main
castle…
Aeson
stepped
back,
allowing
his
nephews
to run
past
him,
each
babbling
about
something
he could
not
understand.
Their
father,
the king
and
Aeson’s
eldest
brother,
chased
behind
them,
appearing
winded.
In the
nearly
four
hundred
years
he’d
known
him,
Aeson
couldn’t
recall a
time
when
Kabril
looked
so
unraveled.
His
duplicate
in looks
in every
way, it
was as
though
Aeson
were
seeing
himself
in such
a
situation.
The
sight
was
sobering
indeed.
“Kabril,
you are
showing
your
age,”
Aeson
said,
enjoying
goading
his
brother
as often
as he
could.
“I am
two
minutes
older
than
you,”
Kabril
replied.
He
motioned
to his
triplets,
who were
pushing
the age
of
three.
“I know
naught
how our
father
did it.
Eight
sons.”
He
looked
horrified
by the
idea.
“They
are my
heart
and joy,
but
brother,
they
never
tire. It
is the
equivalent
to one
laying
siege to
the
castle
nonstop.”
Chuckling,
Aeson
nodded.
“So I
see.”
“Brother,
the
moons
hold
great
pull
over
them.
When the
moons
are
full, I
swear my
sons
sleep
not.”
Aeson
laughed.
Four
moons
orbited
their
planet.
One of
the
moons
was
large
enough
to be
seen
during
daylight
hours.
Often,
the
moons
were
attributed
when
madness,
or in
this
case,
too much
energy
came
into
play. “I
do not
believe
for a
moment
they are
subject
to the
moons’
pull.
They are
merely
young
boys—fledglings—Kabril.
We are
old.
They are
not. It
stands
to
reason
they
would
have
more
energy
than us.
It is
good to
hear the
sounds
of
children
in the
kingdom.
For too
long it
was void
of such
noises.”
Kabril
motioned
to the
nanny
charged
with
overseeing
the boys
before
turning
to face
his
brother.
“No word
of new
births
among
our
people
has
reached
me. To
date,
only
Rayna
and I,
and
Sachin
and his
mate
Paige
have
been
successful.
You
know,
Rayna
believes
we
should
consult
the
Oracle
on the
matter.
She
thinks
it may
provide
valuable
insight
into
what our
next
move
should
be.”
Aeson
cringed
at the
mention
of the
prophecy
giving
globe.
From an
early
age he’d
learned
to both
fear and
stand in
awe of
the
oracle’s
power.
It was
often
consulted
on
matters
associated
with the
gods or
destiny.
Kabril,
unlike
their
father,
wasn’t
superstitious.
It made
him a
better
leader
in
Aeson’s
opinion
than
their
father
had
been,
not that
he’d
been a
bad one.
“And I
say you
decree
that all
your
loyal
subjects
must
procreate
like
mad,”
Aeson
said.
Kabril
rolled
his
eyes.
“Still
chasing
skirts
in the
taverns
throughout
the
realm?”
With a
sly
smile,
Aeson
rubbed
his
stubble-covered
jaw.
“Not in
this
realm,
brother.
I’m
unsure a
maiden
exists
here
that
I’ve not
bedded.
Earth is
another
matter
altogether.”
That
caused
his
brother
to
stumble
over
seemingly
nothing.
“You?
The
famed
lover of
women of
our kind
and
hater of
all
things
human,
now
seeks
out the
beds of
human
women?”
“No. Not
beds.
But I do
enjoy
chaining
them to
walls
and
having
my way
with
them,”
he
replied.
His cock
hardened
at the
very
thought
of it.
He did
so enjoy
women of
all
sizes
and
shapes.
And he
very
much
enjoyed
taking
them in
different
ways.
“Did you
know
they
have
taverns
or
rather
sex
clubs,
as they
call
them,
devoted
to that
very
thing?
They
rival
our
torture
chambers
and the
women
there
line up
for it,
wanting
to be
punished
by a
man’s
hand
before
being
thoroughly
pleasured.”
He
motioned
with his
hands,
framing
an
invisible
woman
with
exaggerated
measurements.
He then
pumped
his hips
in
midair,
simulating
fucking
said
woman.
“If my
wife
hears
you
speak of
such
things,”
Kabril
leaned
in, “and
of
demeaning
human
women in
such a
way, she
will
skin you
alive.
She may
be human
but she
is
something
to be
feared,
brother.”
Aeson
tossed
his head
back and
laughed.
Rayna
certainly
was a
fiery
woman.
She kept
his
brother
in line
nicely
and
brought
out the
best in
him. He
clasped
his
brother’s
shoulder.
“Should
I find
one such
as
she,
mayhap I
would
wish to
chain
her to
my bed
for I am
not
foolish
enough
to think
I am
immune
to
all
women’s
charms.”
“Do you
not wish
for a
family,
Aeson?”
There
was
something
off in
Kabril’s
voice.
“Do you
not wish
for love
and
happiness?”
He
glanced
in the
direction
his
nephews
had run
off in.
“I do
not wish
for such
a
thing.”
It was a
bold
faced
lie. One
he was
sure his
brother
saw
through
with
ease.
“Because
you have
no
desire
for one
or
because
you
desire
one so
much
that you
fear it
might
not come
true?”
His
brother
knew him
well.
Not only
did they
look
much
alike—nearly
identical
to those
who
didn’t
know
them
well—they
tended
to think
on the
same
terms
too.
Though,
Kabril
had
always
taken
things
more
seriously
than
Aeson
had.
Mainly
because
Kabril,
as
firstborn
son, had
to.
Second
to the
throne
in a
family
that was
close-knit,
Aeson
saw no
point in
worrying
over
kingly
matters
when the
odds of
him ever
having
the
throne
were
slim.
Even
Keonae,
the
youngest
of the
triplets,
saw no
need to
trouble
himself
with the
day-to-day
trials
and
tribulations
of
running
a
kingdom.
For
reasons
too dark
to dwell
upon,
Keonae
now
resided
permanently
within
the
human
realm—a
place
Aeson
found
himself
drawn to
more and
more as
of late.
Kabril
entered
the
Great
Hall and
Aeson
followed
closely
behind.
Chains
of gold
hung
suspended
from the
high
ceilings.
Open
saucers
with
floating
wicks
were
upon the
ends of
each,
illuminating
the vast
room.
Aeson’s
brother
took a
seat on
his
throne.
There
was a
reflective
mixture
in a
bowl
sitting
to the
left of
the
throne.
Aeson
knew it
was used
to help
divine
the
future,
something
Kabril
rarely
did on
his own,
leaving
the
seers to
do so
for him.
Kabril
eased
back in
his
chair,
his
fingers
skimming
over the
carved
hawks in
the dark
wood.
“Brother,
it was
not that
long ago
I found
myself
in your
position.
Wanting
to deny
what the
Oracle
had set
forth
for me.”
“Good
thing we
have yet
to
consult
it for
me then,
yes?” A
nervous
chortle
broke
free of
him.
Pressing
his
mouth in
a thin
line,
Kabril
motioned
for one
of the
attendants.
“Bring
the
Oracle.”
“What?”
Aeson
paled.
“Kabril,
no.”
The
attendants
hurried
off,
nearly
knocking
over one
of the
suspended
oil
lamps in
their
haste to
please
the
king.
His
brother
smiled.
“Ah, it
would
appear
you are
too
late.”
Grunting,
Aeson
gave his
brother
a
pensive
look. “I
have no
wish to
hear
talk of
things
that may
not come
to pass.
Worse
yet, it
tell me
I’m to
wed a
woman
with a
hunched
back or
who is
missing
her
teeth.”
“Think
it
likely?”
Kabril
questioned.
“We have
such an
abundance
of them?
We may
not have
many
females
in our
realm
but none
are as
you
described.”
He took
in a
deep
breath,
wanting
very
much to
strangle
his
eldest
brother.
As the
attendant
returned
with two
of the
priests
and the
globe of
the
oracle,
Aeson
crossed
his arms
over his
chest.
The
priest
on the
left
bowed
first.
“Your
majesty,
you seek
the
Oracle’s
guidance?”
“No,
follower
of the
path of
the
Epopisdeus,”
Kabril
said.
“My
brother
seeks
its
wisdom
in
regards
to a
mate.”
The
other
priest
gasped.
“Such
advice
is
frowned
upon, my
lord.”
“Yet
none of
you
hesitated
to force
my hand
in
finding
a mate
in that
very
fashion,”
Kabril
reminded
them.
“You
will do
so for
my
brother.”
“But,
your
majesty,
what if
the
Oracle
says he
has no
mate or
that she
once was
but has
perished?”
Aeson
stiffened,
his gaze
locked
on the
white
globe.
He
steeled
his
nerves
and
nodded.
“Ask it.
I wish
to know
regardless
the
outcome.”
“Brother,
you are
certain?”
“Yes,
Kabril.
I am
certain.”
“Very
well.”
His
brother
waved
his hand
dramatically
in the
air.
“Priest,
ask the
Oracle.”
The
priests
bent
their
heads,
each
humming
and
putting
their
hands
over the
globe.
Aeson
had seen
it
consulted
enough
to know
no
actual
words
were
spoken.
It was
more a
telepathic
thing.
The
priests
were
seers—men
able to
connect
with the
oracle
mystically.
The
priest
to the
right
turned
his head
towards
Aeson.
“It is
most
odd, my
lord.
The
oracle
tells us
your
mate is
alive,
but she
will not
be for
long
should
you not
find
her.”
His
breath
caught.
Kabril
came up
and off
his
throne,
the
smirk
gone
from his
face.
“What
else
does it
say?
Where is
she? In
what
village
does she
reside?
What
does she
look
like?
Her
name?”
The
priest
to the
left
slumped
his
shoulders.
“Your
majesty,
the
Oracle
responds
in much
the same
way as
when we
ask it
of other
seers.
It is
vague.
It is
giving
us only
hints of
it all,
images,
feelings,
but they
are
short
and
incomplete.”
“But
that
cannot
be,”
Kabril
said.
“There
are no
female
seers
within
our
realm.”
“Yes,
there
are none
within
our
realm,
your
majesty,
but
legend
speaks
of seers
born
unto the
human
realm
who are
female.”
Aeson
still
couldn’t
pull his
mind
from the
knowledge
his mate
was
alive
but not
for
long.
His
brother
ran a
hand
through
his
hair, a
nervous
habit of
his.
“Aeson’s
mate is
human?”
“Yes. It
would
appear
so,” a
priest
answered.
The
other
tipped
his
head, as
if
listening
to the
Oracle.
“Sparrow?
It is
showing
us the
image of
a
sparrow.
This
means
something
important.
It is
representative
of her.”
“But how
is it
she can
be a
shifter
and born
unto the
humans?”
“Your
majesty,
it does
not
present
the
image in
that of
a
shifter
form. It
is
simply a
sparrow.
No more.
No
less.”
Aeson
grabbed
for the
priest.
“Where
do I
find
her? She
needs
me.”
“My
lord,”
the
priest
said,
trying
to free
himself
from
Aeson’s
clutches.
“Please,
we know
not.”
“Brother.”
Kabril
broke
Aeson’s
hold on
the
priest.
“Priests,
is there
anything
more you
can
offer
him?”
“It is
strange.
The
Oracle
wishes
for him
to go to
where he
has been
drawn to
so much
as of
late. We
cannot
say
why.”
Aeson’s
eyes
widened.
“It
wishes
me to go
to the
sex
dungeon,
erm,
club in
the
human
realm?”
Kabril
rubbed
the
bridge
of his
nose and
the
priests
looked
horrified
at the
idea of
such a
thing
existing.
“That is
all. You
may go.”
They
rushed
off,
taking
the
oracle
with
them.
“Brother,
they are
men who
have
dedicated
themselves
to the
bird
gods and
who have
forsaken
carnal
pleasures,”
Kabril
said.
“To talk
of such
a thing
before
them is
unwise
and
cruel.”
“And my
mate is
about to
die,” he
answered.
“I’ll
take the
time to
give a
damn
about
the
priests’
celibacy
when I
know she
is safe
and
well.”
“I will
gather
men to
accompany
you,”
Kabril
said.
Aeson
shook
his
head.
“This
task is
for me
and me
alone.
Should I
require
assistance,
I will
send for
it.”
Kabril
knew
better
than to
argue
the
point.
“Be
well,
brother,
and may
you find
her
healthy
and
eager to
accept
you.”
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