Shared by the Monstrum – Kindred Tales Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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Mirabella is running for her life when two huge, muscular alien warriors come to guard her. Will she lose her heart when she is…Shared by the Monstrum?

Mirabella is a reluctant ruler—she never asked to be the Ruling Member of the Sacred Seven—the governing body of Opulex. But things get much worse when all the other members of the Sacred Seven are murdered by a ruthless serial killer. Miri goes into hiding but help is on the way in the form of two huge, muscular Monstrum warriors who vow to guard her with their lives.
Saxon and Lynx are Monstrum Shifters. They can appear humanoid or Shift partially or fully into huge beast-like predators. The two have a special bond they formed as boys which enables them to be more effective warriors. However, it also means they have to share a mate…in every way. A past mating with the woman they both loved ended in tragedy, which caused them to put their hearts on a shelf and vow never to love again.
Miri feels an instant attraction to both the big Monstrum and they want her too, but the past stands in the way of their happiness. In the meantime, they have sworn to protect her no matter what. But when Miri’s fate takes her to visit the Oracle at Delphi Prime, their relationship is turned on its head. For on this strange planet, every male is required to have a “sex pet.”
When Miri pretends to “belong” to the two Monstrum warriors, will she lose her heart?

You’ll have to read this hot ménage, MFM, “touch her and die,” bodyguard trope novel, Shared by the Monstrum to find out!

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ONE

LYNX

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

The heavy male fist banging on the rusted metal door made an ominous sound that resonated through the narrow, dirty alleyway.

“Knock a little louder, why don’t you?” Lynx murmured, raising an eyebrow at his Bond-Brother. “I don’t think everyone in the city heard you.”

“Just trying to get her to open the fucking door,” Saxon growled. “This is fucking ridiculous—come on!” And he banged on the door again—hard enough to make flakes of reddish-brown rust fall off the door like leaves fluttering from a dying tree.

Lynx shook his head. He could feel the other male’s frustration and pain through their bond. Saxon was pissed because he’d been wounded in the short skirmish they’d gotten into on the trip from their ship to this shitty little alley.

His Bond-Brother had always been short-tempered and fighting off a dozen Cast-offs—the abandoned bodyslaves who roamed in packs through the bad parts of Opulex—hadn’t improved the Lykan’s mood one bit.

Of course, the two of them weren’t actually brothers in the familial sense—meaning they weren’t blood related. They had found each other as youngsters when their two clans—the Lykans and the Felinus—came together for their Annual Meet. It was there that Lynx had first seen the dark, angry face that had figured so largely in his dreams—it was there where he first met Saxon.

They had been so young—some said too young for a Brotherhood Bond. Lynx had been only ten and Saxon barely twelve cycles old, but the Lykan had been dreaming of him too. He’d taken one look at Lynx and said,

“You’re the one, aren’t you?”

When Lynx had nodded mutely, Saxon had jerked his head.

“Come on, then.”

And Lynx had followed him, knowing it was the right—the only—thing he could do.

They had made their oaths to each other that night by the Fires of Truth—to live together, to die together, to call a Bride together—and they had been inseparable ever since.

It was a rare thing among the Monstrum Kindred, the Bond of Brotherhood. Most Monstrum warriors kept to their own kind. Yet there were always at least a few pairings at every Annual Meet—or there had been, back when before their universe had been overrun by the Darklings, Lynx thought sadly. Now there were fewer warriors and not many took the Brotherhood Bond that he and Saxon had taken so many years ago.

And here they were—still bonded, living in a whole new universe and on an assignment to protect a Yonnite Mistress from a killer who was stalking her. It was a job uniquely suited to their combined talents.

When two Monstrum warriors were bound together by the Goddess, they were able to project an Aura of Protection when they held a female between them—a special shield that almost nothing could penetrate. It was this ability that had gotten them the assignment on Yonnie Six in the first place. Their Superior, High Commander Rarev, had called them into his office aboard the Monstrum Mother Ship and said that they were wanted for guard and protection duty.

“I don’t know, Commander,” Lynx had said, casting a sidelong glance at Saxon, who sat slumped in a chair, half-Shifted, his muscular bulk like a dark omen of things to come. “Saxon and I…we’re out of the habit of casting an Aura of Protection. We haven’t done it for any female since…”

He’d trailed off then. It had been years, but speaking their former mate’s name was still painful.

“Nonetheless, Commander Sylvan has asked for you two particularly,” Rarev had said. He looked like the Earth animal called a “lion” in the face and unlike Lynx and Saxon had, didn’t have the ability to appear more human—he was always in what Lynx thought of as a “half-Shifted” form. Which was to say, he had a humanoid form with hands and feet instead of paws and he stood upright, but he was covered in short, dense fur and his face looked markedly animalistic.

“Isn’t Yonnite Six the planet where females rule and males are slaves?” Saxon had growled, speaking up at last.

“The same.” Commander Rarev had nodded gravely. “But it is the Ruling Member of the Sacred Seven—the leader of the governing body of the entire planet—who needs protection. From what I’ve learned, there is a killer of females stalking her. She escaped from him once, but now she’s afraid to come out of her hiding place.”

“Poor little female.” Lynx was sympathetic at once. To have barely escaped from a killer intent on murdering her—how frightening and traumatic!

Saxon scoffed.

“Poor little brat, is more like it.”

“What? Why do you say that?” Lynx had demanded. “You don’t even know her—we never even heard of her before today!”

“I’ve heard of the Yonnites, though,” Saxon said, frowning. “Rich, spoiled females who live in their high towers and treat males like dirt to be walked on. Why should we care what happens to one of them?”


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