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The Elven King’s Captive by Devon Vesper
Fated Elves, Book 1
An omega elven king finds his alpha. Unfortunately, he’s human.
Casersis Ardal, the former Sun King, is a First Generation elf of over three million years. He meets his match in Dustin Juniper, a twenty-year-old human construction worker.
Dustin has been in charge of his whole life since he was sixteen. But when he meets Casersis, destiny strips all his control away. His body, his heart, his whole world change when he comes into contact with a magical amulet and starts changing species. And falling in love with an ageless elven king makes him question everything.
Casersis has been alone on earth for millennia. Having a burgeoning elf around brings feelings he isn’t comfortable with. But he can’t let Dustin go. If the humans find out Dustin isn’t human, Dustin would become a science experiment. The only option Casersis has is to keep Dustin captive. He must protect Dustin from himself as the young man fights Casersis—and fate—every step of the way.
If they want to be together, Casersis and Dustin must find a way to compromise. Once in a lifetime takes on new meaning when you live forever.
This 73,000-word non-shifter omegaverse novel is set in a world where mpreg (male pregnancy) is a fact of life, however this series does not end with a baby or pregnancy.
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I took a step back, and when Erastus looked at me, his normally brown eyes had turned a disconcerting golden color that made every tiny hair on my body stand on end.
I backed up another step. “Erastus?”
“You don’t believe me,” he growled. “I can smell it on you. Your doubt. Your fear.”
And were his teeth sharper than normal? Human teeth weren’t that sharp. Shit. Part of me wanted to call for Don. The other part wanted me to tell him to start running.
Erastus turned and advanced on me with slow, precise steps, a predator stalking his prey. “After everything that elf has done to me, the world should see your new ears to prove that Casersis is a manipulative, evil creature. To prove he isn’t the golden boy the world believes him to be. To prove that he destroys lives.”
As he advanced, I kept backing up. “But—but he—”
“You were happy being human.” And fuck, his voice sounded more like a feral snarl instead of anything human. His canines were almost too big for his mouth. “He murdered that future for you, just as he murdered my family.”
Fur started to sprout from Erastus’s skin. I quickened my backward pace, not wanting to turn my back on him, paranoid that the moment I did he’d rip my head off.
My foot caught on something and I went down hard. I struggled to breathe, my vision blurry. But in that blur, I saw Erastus coming for me. Heard the shredding of cloth as he tore at his worth-more-than-me suit to get it off him. My vision cleared just as I heard a desolate howl too close for comfort. My blood froze. I could barely breathe, barely move. The predator was so close, too close that I felt paralyzed.
But I wasn’t a coward. When Erastus came closer, I kicked him in the muzzle to buy myself time, rolled over, pushed up, and ran. “Don! Move! Run for the estate!”
Everything seemed to slow down as if the earth’s clock ran low on power. Behind me, I heard the steady rhythm of Erastus’s paws. It almost felt like he was toying with me. He could catch me easily, but wanted me afraid, wanted me to run.
I saw Don ahead, gun drawn. Shit. This wasn’t happening. Casersis was right to keep me hidden away. It wasn’t just for my protection, but for the protection of others, too. If they attacked me, if anyone attacked me, or came for me, they’d have to either be killed or somehow have their memories magically erased.
I had been a fucking fool.
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About the Author:
I’m a mother, furbaby spoiler, and a girl who can’t get enough of pretty, pretty boys. As a kid, I traveled the world, too young to appreciate the gift I was given, but now those adventures spur on stories that my brain just can’t keep up with. Well, my brain tells me it keeps up just fine, but my fingers are the slow ones. I’ll let you decide. But the boys, man. The boys I remember make my heart sizzle looking back on them. Being a kid at nude beaches, I never cared, but looking back on those memories of Sicily, WHEW! There are some really great childhood images that I wish I could have been an adult to savor.Home is some place I call “rustic”. I’m used to large cities, stores everywhere, gas stations on every corner. Here in rural Pennsylvania, it’s rustic and beautiful. And quiet. Too quiet. With all this quiet, all there is to do is write stories, and let the hot men in my head out to play. We all benefit, yes? I like this development. The only thing I dislike about this rusticness is the fact I can’t find a coffee shop that sells a proper chai latte. They make it from powder. Ew. This makes for a disgruntled Dev. Ugh. I miss my chai.
Most of all, I am a down-to-earth southern girl at heart from spending 16 years in Florida. If you chat with me, you’ll hear endearments like darlin’, sweetheart, and hon/hun/hunnie. It’s who I am, and if we chat, you’re almost instantly family, so get used to it.
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