Hunted Hybrid – Aegis War Saga 1
Chapter 112
A spiral of sunlight exploded into the field across from the keep, golden and white, like the very breath of the Sun God himself had torn open the veil. And through it stepped the royal family of beast shifters.
Holy. Shit.
King Halrik Thundermaw came first, standing a massive seven feet tall, his beard thick and golden, his eyes molten with power. He looked like the kind of man who could break a mountain with a snarl…and probably had.
Beside him, Luna Nira. Six foot two, built like a damn tank with curves that screamed “beautiful, terrifying, will crush you with one hand.” Her expression was calm, fierce. Regal. Alpha Luna to her core.
The second Bram Thundermaw stepped through that portal, the air shifted.
Six foot eight of grizzly built perfection, roped with muscle, wild dark hair and beard, and glowing golden brown eyes that cut through the morning haze like molten heat. His beard looked like it could wreck a small country. His presence hit like an avalanche.
Lyssira screamed in my mind.
“MATE. MATE. HOLY SHIT THAT’S HIM. HE’S OURS.”
My whole body locked up. Bram froze too, mid step, nostrils flaring like he could smell destiny. His eyes locked on mine, and I swear I could feel my soul combust.
“Mine,” he growled. Deep. Low. Possessive. Something ancient and primal slammed into us both like a freight train. I ran. I didn’t even think…just ran.
He moved just as fast, and when I launched myself into the air, Bram caught me like I was weightless. His huge arms wrapped around me, spinning us in a dizzying circle, and then our mouths crashed together.
It was a kiss meant to melt mountains. Hot. Desperate. Absolutely unhinged. His beard scraped my skin. His lips devoured mine. And I did not give a single damn. I kissed him like I’d been dying without him, and he kissed me like I was the only thing worth living for.
When we finally broke apart, panting, I cradled his jaw and whispered, “I’m Elowen.”
He stared at me like I’d just named the stars. “Bram Thundermaw. Prince of the Beast Shifters.”
I grinned, breathless. “You’re huge.”
He smirked. “You’re small.”
“I think we’re gonna have fun.”
He laughed, deep and rough, and I swear I felt it in my damn spine. But the second I turned toward my other mates, shit shifted fast.
Ashrian stepped up first, graceful and calm as ever, and Bram growled low in warning. Lachlan was next, arms crossed, not intimidated in the least. Daxon rolled his eyes and muttered something about testosterone poisoning.
Bram didn’t loosen his hold on me.
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Chapter 112
“They’re my mates,‘ I said gently. “Just like you. You’re all part of me.”
His jaw tightened. His bear was right there, pressing under the surface. Tense. Furious. Jealous. Protective.
Then Queen Nira stepped forward. Built like a freight train in heels, with zero tolerance for bullshit. She raised a perfectly manicured
brow.
“Bram.” One word. Mother voice.
He stiffened. King Halrik stood beside her, quiet but firm, exuding pure alpha energy.
“She’s the Chosen,” Nira said, cool and clear. “Chosen by not one, but two goddesses. Of course she needs more than one mate. She’s destined to burn brighter than all of us combined.”
Bram’s growl softened to a rumble. Still didn’t let me go. But he heard her. I cupped his cheek. “It’s okay. I want you. I want all of you. And if you give it a minute, you might actually like them.”
He exhaled…gruff and reluctant. “Fine,” he said gruffly. “But I’m not letting go tonight.”
I smirked. “Didn’t plan on it.”
Behind us, my other mates exchanged looks, some amusement, some caution, and yeah, a little spark of curiosity.
“Well, this just got even more interesting,” I muttered.
Bram held me tight, still growling like a thundercloud, and I leaned into him, my chest full of wildfire and moonlight.
Yeah. This was going to be very fun.
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