Kitten and Allure
Amanda Cashure
Contents
Trigger Warning:
Prologue
1. Kitten
2. Kitten
3. Kitten
4. Kitten
5. Kitten
6. Kitten
7. Kitten
8. Kitten
9. Kitten
10. Kitten
11. Kitten
12. Kitten
13. Kitten
14. Kitten
15. Kitten
16. Kitten
17. Kitten
18. Kitten
19. Kitten
20. Kitten
21. Kitten
22. Kitten
23. Kitten
24. Kitten
25. Kitten
26. Kitten
27. Kitten
28. Kitten
29. Kitten
30. Kitten
31. Kitten
Epilogue
Epilogue
Thank You For Reading!
Trigger Warning:
This story contains violence, typical warriors and battle type stuff, as well as an instance of torture and noncon in the epilogue. If the torture and noncon is confronting for you, you can skip the epilogue at the end to avoid it.
Kitten and Allure
Copyright 2019 Amanda Cashure
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations, or places is entirely coincidental. Which means I used my memories and google maps to feed my imagination and have no intention of mimicking the real thing. All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.
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Alpha and Beta readers… wow, there were so many amazing people who worked on this book. This book was a mammoth task not only because of the length of it and my bad memory, but because of the intricate plot and the easter eggs being dropped in there. I couldn’t do it without the community support for this story and these characters. Thank you, each and every one of you.
Pissed-off Former Prince
“This is not happening,” I mutter as we ride hard from Tanakan Prison toward the Potion Master’s domain.
We – my two brothers, my inner demon, and me. At least the rain has stopped.
This is so happening – Thane mutters.
“I wasn’t talking to you, or even about you,” I growl.
He doesn’t respond.
I was talking about the last CataclysmSeed, who crawled herself from the bowels of Tanakan and back into my life. This is the Seed I spent years hunting for, that Thane killed for, and that I thought we had left dead and buried in our past.
But I can’t share any of these details with Thane. He isn’t ready for the truth of who we’ve become or what we did.
Of what we lost – our family, our kingdom, almost everything that made us whole.
Everything but my brothers.
And we might be wearing a Sigil that affords us some control, but there are no benefits to pointing out this truth.
Eyv is the Saber who took our child, our first mate, and is now hunting the mortal that our power has chosen to bond to.
We’ve ridden as hard as we possibly can, but we’re still miles from Eydis’ domain. We can’t ride any harder, so our only hope is that Roarke can keep her safe until we get there.
“Keep riding,” I mutter, but against my own desires, I slow my mount.
My brothers do the same around me. They need a rest and some time to walk, then we’ll speed up again.
I’d rather run – Thane says.
“Still not talking to you.”
You’re talking to yourself – like an idiot – and I’m planning on making you sound like an idiot every chance I get – he says, a light chuckle playing on the tone of his projected voice – the sound gets right under my skin.
But things don’t just get under my skin. They dig in, fester, boil, and feed into an explosion of temper and regret.
“I’m planning on ignoring you every chance I get. And if you’re not careful, I won’t introduce you to Beautiful at all,” I snap. “You kept your head down while the BeastSeed was a problem – but that doesn’t mean you’ve earned your voice now.”
The horses slow, storm clouds rolling overhead, the path getting narrower and harder to manage, and it’s pretty clear by the clashes and rolling thunder in the sky that this storm isn’t going away.
Thane makes an agreeing rumble that mirrors the thunder in my ears. Then he paints the perfect silhouette of Beautiful with her hair limp from the rain, her clothes needing to be removed, and my hands all over her body.
I groan.
That’s okay, don’t introduce us. I’m still there whenever you are – he says, a predatory edge to his hungry imagination.
He reaches the point in his wild daydream where he could take her shirt off, but doesn’t. Could carry her to the nearest surface, but doesn’t.
My core sparks. He knows we can’t have her, he knows the point where creating a loophole in the Sigil burned into our chest turns dangerous. He knows we need to be restricted, forced to Stop-and-Think, and he’s agreeing with it, and that has me balling my fists in a sudden rush of anger.
Because she should be ours. But we can never have anything but longing and the battle to keep her alive. Whatever it takes.
We’ll ride through the night and the next day, this white-hot power of mine fighting for control, and we will find her safely in the care of a century-old Potion Master with answers. Once everything is back in order, I can find a balance between the fear and anger inside me. The same balance, I hope, that will also keep her
