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of Royal Paynes

Lovers: Wolves of Royal Paynes

Guardians. Brothers. Alphas.

Affectionately referred to as, the twins, Jagger and Huntley aren't related, but that's the only thing the two alphas don't have in common. Eerily identical, if it weren't for the scar Jagger earned saving Huntley's life as children, no one would be able to tell them apart. Together, there isn't a challenge they won't face. Breaking into a hellish laboratory where enemy scientists are conducting gruesome experiments is no different. Their mission is clear, save who they can and burn the rest, but when they come upon a locked door behind a barricade that looks months old, they know that whatever is inside, isn't like anything they've faced yet.

Ripped from his mother's arms and thrown into a cell as a child, Sitka hasn't seen a living person in years. He sees their shadows, footsteps under the door when they slide in his food, but no one has dared face the crazed nephilim who can hop shadows—not after what he did to the last two who entered his cell. Still, his life is far from peaceful. Sitka can't stop seeing dead people. They scream at him without rest, their voices angry and loud enough to make living a normal life impossible—even if he hadn't spent most of it locked away. When the room to his door randomly bursts open, Sitka assumes the two men are there to finally kill him.

Huntley and Jagger knew something unusual was behind that door, but they didn't expect their mate. He swings at them like a wrecking ball, making them realize what they had was just one half of the equation. Sitka completes them, but Sitka's own angelic power is his worst enemy.

When strange things start to happen around the hotel, no one wants to blame the flighty nephilim who can jump shadows and talk to ghosts, but the list of suspects is short. And Sitka wasn't the only victim rescued from the labs. As the reclusive wolf pack learns how to live with growing numbers, they can't forget the danger looming over all their heads. A powerful force wants them all dead.

Lovers is the third book in the Wolves of Royal Paynes series. It is an action-packed, magically-infused, swelteringly hot, mpreg romance that continues a world of angels, demons, mystery, and magic. For maximum enjoyment, this series should be read in order.

Wolves of Walker County (Wolf Shifter Mpreg)

Truth

Hope

Faith

Love

Wolves of Royal Paynes (Wolf Shifter Mpreg)

Hero

Ruler

Lovers

Outlaw

Truth: Wolves of Walker County Book One

Chapter One

Branson

"Have you gotten your invitation?" Aver asked. A low but steady beep told me he was on site, hopefully pouring the concrete to reinforce the posts for the Lanser's dock.

"Invitation? Oh, that's right. The winter solstice." The last time I'd seen Aver had been this morning when he'd left for the day. I should've gone with him, but the paperwork was already piled high. The Lanser's was a big job, and they'd opened the doors to us booking up for the rest of the season. Aver hadn't been back to check the mail.

"Don't play dumb with me, Branson. You know what invitation, just like you know why you've been running us both ragged with endless consultations these past weeks."

"We're running a construction company. I thought that was what we did."

Aver made a sound that was half growl, half snort. "You should've seen it. Hand delivered. Gold foiled edges. The paper was heavier than a rock. Good stock."

I could only imagine the hours Aver's mother would've spent on choosing the card stock. She probably had her spies reporting back to make sure she was the Walker family with the thickest paper.

I scanned the untidy stacks of paper on my desk in the office Aver and I shared in the house we lived in with our two other cousins. Carbon copies of pastel pink, blue, and green fluttered each time a breeze blew from the cracked window. "Maybe mine was lost in the mail."

"You wish. Your mom makes mine look tame. If I know Delia Walker, she's enlisted an entire parade to bring it to your door. Oh yeah, unrelated, I'll be late tonight."

An alert popped up on my computer screen telling me the perimeter sensor alarm had been activated. I groaned.

"Uh oh, is that Mommy Dearest now? Was I right? Is it a parade? Or just a full marching band?"

I yanked open the curtain to the driveway that wound down from the main road. I couldn't see anyone coming. "I don't know. Maybe it was just a raccoon.