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  The Last of the Spirit Drakes

  Supernatural Bounty Hunters #1

  LM Wilson

  Lynne-Marie Wilson

  Copyright © 2020 LM Wilson

  All rights reserved

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

  ISBN-13: 9781234567890

  ISBN-10: 1477123456

  Cover design by: Art Painter

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

  Printed in the United States of America

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Blurb

  Please note...

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  Glossary of Terms

  The Last of the Spirit Drakes

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Blurb

  Love doesn’t always have a happy ending, but when I learn that my love life is ending with one hell of a bang, I practically jump for joy.

  Freedom has been a dream far too unrealistic until the day I find myself with the means to fly. It’s kind of funny that I use the word fly when it’s the discovery of others with wings that cements my freedom. Nothing is as it seems though and when I try to figure things out, they just get hot, steamy and extremely confusing. What’s a girl to do when she’s running from her ex, hiding from life and trying her hardest to be free?

  Six hot Drakes, six hearts that beg to be loved, six devilishly sinful men who drive me crazy, send me reeling and capture my attention, lust and possibly my heart.

  Not that it’s them I’m doing, but hell if they were to offer, I’d be there in a heartbeat. So, what’s a girl to do when faced with the possibility of not one but six fated mates?

  Please note...

  This book is a PNR RH Romance (Paranormal Reverse Harem) with possible trigger scenes and not suitable for those who don’t like medium paced RH’s that leave you hoping and wondering if the female MC is going to make it to the end of the story….

  Recommended reader age of 17+ as some scenes may be distressing. Some scenes contain sexual encounters and some scenes contain violence. Book 1 does end on a cliffhanger. You have been warned.

  To all those who fell from heaven to wreak havoc on Earth

  To those who fought to stand while others pushed them down

  To all the bullies who shoved from birth

  To all those who wear an invisible crown

  We stand strong together

  We rule with our hearts

  We'll take on our forever

  With hope and strength in our hearts

  Strength comes from the hearts of those most broken

  LM Wilson

  Glossary of Terms

  Ute - a utility vehicle; a pickup truck

  Tray- the tonneau behind the passenger compartment of a Ute

  Loungeroom - a room in a house for general everyday use; a living room.

  Ute Swag – tent-like device that attaches to the back of the ute to convert it into a camper

  LM Wilson is an Australian Author she uses Aussie slang, spelling and grammar so please keep this in mind when reading or judging errors.

  Some examples are below:

  Colour instead of Color

  Recognised instead of Recognized

  Learnt instead of learned

  In / At (I’m studying maths at college. / I’m studying math in college.)

  For / In (I haven’t been there for years! / I haven’t been there in years!)

  To / Through (I work Monday to Friday. / I work Monday through Friday.)

  American English: David has gotten ill from eating too much. Australian English: David has got ill from eating too much.

  For more examples you can search the internet.

  Hope you enjoy xo

  The Last of the Spirit Drakes

  Supernatural Bounty Hunters #1

  LM Wilson

  The Last of the Spirit Drakes ©LM Wilson 2020

  Prologue

  Kalina – 5 years ago

  Some people have lives that others envy. If anyone envies my life, I feel sorry for them. For every beautiful face, you miss the scars on the inside. For every rich pocket, you’re missing the loneliness. For every perfect smile, you’re missing the pain hiding in plain sight.

  My pain isn’t hidden, mine’s right here for the world to see. Mine will forever be marring the perfect skin of my back if my soon to be ex gets his way. My pain is written all over my face, despite the beauty I’m told I hold. My scars, my imperfections, my fears and worries, they’re all exposed like the raw nerves being severed by the man I had once loved.

  “Please don’t do this,” I beg through a throat that feels like it’s filled with glass. Ignoring me, he moves towards me like a man on a mission, sharp knife poised in the air and an eager look on his face. “Karlson, please. Don’t do this.”

  “I have to. It’s the only way.” He doesn’t even give me a chance to say anything else, just slips from my view, and begins his nasty task.

  The screams ripping out of me are so primal, and raw, they sound like the kind of screams a dying animal would make in their final moments of life. Every cut sends so much pain through me that by the time he's hacked through my left wing, I'm so numb with shock that I can't even feel the knife as he goes to work on my right.

  "I will get what I want. I don't care what it takes." He growls under his breath as he continues to hack away at my beautiful leathery wing.

  “I thought you loved me. Why would you do this to someone you love?”

  “Immortality is worth this price. You of all people should understand that.”

  I was sure I was numb, but pain like I've never felt before crushes my lungs, making it impossible to draw more than a short sharp breath as he hits a spot just below the fleshy join of my wing and shoulder. I strain against the ropes that bind my body to the steel workbench, but they're so tight I can barely flinch, let alone escape.

  My tears haven't stopped falling, there's a puddle beneath me from where they've landed but Karlson ignores that in favour of hacking away. He grunts and the weight that once made me feel like I could do anything
vanishes along with my wings.

  I think I'm going into shock, but Karlson doesn't care, he just keeps going on with his stupid spell. From where I'm tied up, I can see his pathetic witches alter. The giant golden bowl becomes the final resting place of my once beautiful wings. I whimper, my throat too dry to make much more sound. Licking my lips only makes things worse as all I can taste is the salty tang of my own tears.

  He finishes his preparations and then grabs my chin, forcing me to watch as he tosses more ingredients across the two-foot gap and into the giant bowl. I flinch as he lights the entire thing on fire with a fireball conjured from thin air. My wings hiss and curl, I swear I can feel them as though they're still attached.

  The smell of burning flesh combines with the smoke, choking my already raw throat as I try not to scream at the sight before me. I hang my head, refusing to watch any longer as more tears force their way out.

  The pool of tears beneath me is now stained a dull pink as the blood dripping down my back mixes with the tears. I can’t tear my gaze away from the growing puddle. Every drip feels like fire rolling down my naked flesh.

  The room starts to dim as my body sways within its bindings. The last thought I have is that now, I'm no longer a Drake, I’m not a human, I’m no longer anything.

  Chapter 1

  Kalina – Bad News, Good News

  5 years later; Present day…

  The silence in the house permeates the air as though it has a palpable presence. It's felt this way for years now. Every tiny creak, the kind of sounds people rarely notice, sends the hairs at the back of my neck on end. Because if there's sound within the house then I know trouble is coming.

  The stillness surrounding me today is worse than any other day. He hasn't been home for over two days. His routine is usually so predictable that his absence is scarier than his presence. Believe me, his presence would make any woman run and hide. He used to be my life, my love, my everything, but then he took something that can never be returned.

  I smooth my hands down the sides of my torn dress, a simple black dress, and black shoes. The kind of outfit that looks both classy and casual, well it would if no one noticed the hole beneath the left arm, or the messed-up stitching along the hip or the frayed hem tickling my thighs.

  Rapid knocking sends me into panic mode. Everything within me is poised for the pain that's coming when Karlson eventually returns. After years of beatings, my body and mind have come to expect the beatings. Everything inside me cringes and shies away from the bad that keeps happening.

  I scurry across the living room, tripping over the ostentatious Persian rug, before catching myself on the back of the couch. Karlson has so many rules it’s not funny, but the main one is that I am never to leave anyone waiting at the door for more than a few seconds. I can hear the rule as though he’s here speaking the words. “Punctuality is prided in a woman of your standing.”

  The knocking comes again.

  "Miss Kalina Davis?" A deep, authoritative voice calls through the door.

  Gulping, I quickly check my reflection in the mirror, noticing the bruises are still as dark as they were after Karlson left the last time. I don't have time to hide them with the person banging so insistently on the door. I open the door less than an inch hoping to hide most of my face from whoever is on the other side.

  "Are you Kalina Davis?"

  "I'm Kalina," I respond, cocking my head to the side to study the police officers who are standing on the veranda. The tall one has permanent frown lines on his forehead. He's cute in a grumpy troll kind of way. The second officer is female, she looks like she's eaten something sour. "What can I do for you?" I'm cautious about talking to the police, if he finds out, I'm in for a world of hurt.

  "Are you the current girlfriend of Karlson Fords?"

  I nod and my entire body tingles with anticipation as the male officer adds, "We're sorry to inform you, but there's been an accident, Karlson was dead upon arrival...." Every word he says after that is lost in a haze.

  I'm free. I'm finally fucking free!

  Okay, so I might be overreacting a bit, but come on, I just found out my boyfriend/tormentor is dead. That's the best news I've heard in a very long time.

  Let me explain, Karlson was an asshole.

  My first love, my first everything to be honest. He swore he loved me. His love turned to hate so quickly I wasn't even sure how I didn't notice it coming. I was only sixteen when we met, my mother had just passed away and I was in a really bad place but moving in with my high school boyfriend was the worst mistake I ever made. I fought to keep hold of something that was soul wrenchingly bad for me. I fought to keep the last scrap of hope inside me alive, but as the years passed, I began to feel more and more betrayed by my own heart.

  He turned into a complete asshole after finding out that I wasn't a witch like he thought. Hell, everyone thought I was a witch. My mother was one, my grandmother was one, and her mother before her. At least that's what my mother told me. Turns out she lied.

  Then again, so did my father. Because of him, I was something much rarer than a witch. I say was because after what Karlson did to me, I'm now nothing more than human.

  The bastard got his karma though, from what the police are saying right now, he was on his way back from finding out that he got his side piece pregnant.

  Yeah, I'm the cliché. The woman who thought her man was loyal. The woman who saw all the signs and convinced herself that it would never happen to her.

  I convinced myself that I was the one in the wrong so often that I began to believe it. Until the day he took something that couldn't be fixed. That was the day I gave up trying to make him love me. That was the day I finally figured out that you can't trust anyone.

  The police leave not long after informing me that I’ll have to go to the morgue and identify the body. They gave me a card with a number on it, I’ve no idea what it is for but who cares.

  I’m free!

  #

  My skin prickles with goose bumps from the freezing air conditioner pumping through the waiting room of Sampson and Son's legal firm. I've been here just over an hour and I still have no clue why I'm here. Karlson and I weren't married, so him leaving me anything in his will is highly unlikely. The only thing I can think of is that I'm the one who will have to sort out his funeral arrangements.

  "Miss Davis?" The lawyer asks as he opens the door to his office. There's no doubt in my mind that he's the lawyer. That's all he could be with his perfectly straight teeth, slicked-back hair, brand name suit, and expensive shiny shoes. I feel like I'm completely underdressed sitting here staring while wearing nothing more than a torn concert shirt and ripped jeans.

  "Miss Kalina Davis?" The lawyer looks at me like I'm confusing him, then the fact that he's been asking if I'm Kalina Davis sinks into my mind.

  "Ugh, yeah, yes. That's me." I get to my feet, smoothing my sweaty palms down my thighs. I hold my hand out for him to shake but he looks at me like I'm offering him a handful of shit.

  "Follow me, Miss Davis."

  Gulping, I hurriedly do as I'm told, being careful not to get too close to him.

  The office he leads me into is the pinnacle of success; corner office with full windows, the view on this floor is amazing, but what has my jaw-dropping are the pictures hanging on the wall behind the giant mahogany desk. Every single picture frame has a famous person in it. Like you see these people all the time in films or on TV but not with their arms wrapped around a lawyer's shoulders, kind of famous.

  "Mr. Heralds should be here in a few minutes." He stands by the window with his back to me and folds his arms across his chest while peering out the window.

  I want to ask why James, Karlson's half-brother, is coming, but if it is about Karlson's will then it would make sense. Everything is probably being left to him anyway.

  Before I even get my ass into the comfortable looking chair opposite the lawyer's desk, James swaggers into the room. His cockiness practically oozes off
him as he takes the seat, leaving me standing beside him. James isn't flamboyant or softly spoken, he's the kind of guy who keeps himself well-groomed but keeps his attitude cocky and in your face. He looks almost the same as Karlson; same dark hair, same tall toned build, but the difference in their eyes is so obvious they'd never be mistaken for each other. Karlson had the deepest brown eyes, but James has vivid green ones that always make him look cold and calculating.

  I glance around, searching for another chair, only to find there aren't any.

  "Mr. Heralds, it's good to see you again." The lawyer shakes James' hand then takes his seat behind the desk, ignoring me completely.

  "You too Samuel. Shall we get this over with? I have things to do before the funeral."

  The lawyer, Samuel, starts shuffling through some papers on his desk, then he leans back in his chair and looks right at me. "Miss Davis, Mr. Fords has left a few things to you, there is however a stipulation here that needs to be addressed." He sits forward and reads directly from the paper in front of him. "Kalina Davis, I leave the entire sum of my fortune, under the condition she marries my half-brother James Heralds. Should she refuse, the entire sum is to be given to Henrietta Clarice Roles."

  The lawyer sits back again, remaining silent for a few moments as though letting all that sink in.

  I'm shaking as I step back. James laughs, "Guess my brother found a loophole around father's stipulation that prevented him from leaving all his money to me. That'll teach the homophobic bastard for cutting me from his will."

  "Congratulations Miss Davis looks like you'll be getting married in the next few days."

  "No." I back up further, my back hitting the wall. "I'm not going to be his beard."

  "Are you refusing, because we can always move on to Henrietta, the fact that she's pregnant might be an issue, but we could."