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Mandy M. Roth

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History of Our Insanity

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Master of the Hunt

Paranormal Bird Shifter Romance

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.

Snippet from Master of the Hunt (King of Prey Series) by Mandy M. Roth

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-kkknit, 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.”