Imprinted By The Alpha (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (The Marked One - Book 1) by Jocelyn Thomas
Authors: Jocelyn Thomas
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cunning, and the rest of the supernatural had fought to assure they made up the difference in sheer numbers. Without the laws that ruled shifters, as well as her own tribe, the rivers would run with blood. By having Ava, Sarah had upset the balance between the orders, as far as her tribe was concerned, and now, her mind drifted back.
“You are too wild at heart, Sarah! You know your calling. If you don’t rein yourself in, you’ll be lost to us. Don’t take your destiny for granted.” The elder’s eyes were stern, her voice coarse with age, and on top of that, the old woman was angry at Sarah.
The guardian thought she was slacking on her studies, but Sarah had not meant to be rebellious. She was finding it difficult to grasp the lessons, feeling too much pressure from her tribe’s expectations, and she wasn’t ready to give up the freedom of her youth. Besides, it had been a thousand years since the last oracle. The position came with far more weight than Sarah was ready to bear. She didn’t want to disappoint anyone, so she shied from the responsibility.
Looking into the loving eyes of Mammaw, who had seen so much in her life, Sarah knew she could learn much from her. But she wasn’t ready to be what they wanted her to be. “I just need a break,” she insisted. “One small break and I’ll come back refreshed and ready to learn everything you need to teach me.”
With a nod, the elder let Sarah go, and with a sigh of relief, Sarah turned and walked away.
******
A s dusk fell, Elia lifted her head into the coming night air, the crisp Louisiana wind fluttering through the window and against her skin. With the bed on the far end of the boudoir from the window, she wasn’t concerned that the sunlight would reach her beloved and cause him harm as she stared down at him. Her King was beautiful and precious to her. She and Jasper had ruled this area since their first meeting a thousand years ago.
Elia traveled from the Caribbean, landing in what was now Virginia as a young twenty-two year old with the intention of making a good life for herself. She planned to marry wealthy and settle down, but she’d found a lack of wealth in the barren world. She had courted a number of suitors, natives to the land, as she made her way across the hills and plains and through the forests, but none held her attention for long. They had nothing to offer her.
Bored, she moved to a new place, using her depthless brown eyes, caramel complexion, and charm to get what she needed, as well as to weasel out of bad situations. It worked for a long time, until she discarded the wrong man, having no idea that such things as vampires existed. He sought to punish her, and he had nearly drained her, with Elia feeling the light go out inside her, but he had been interrupted. She had turned, and she had learned to live by the stipulations of the order of which she’d become a part, nothing ever making her regret living.
Eventually, she left the man who had turned her, and she met Jasper here, in this swampy wasteland on a sticky summer night. Since then, they had helped to build New Orleans and Bourbon Street, and they had often collected prey under the guise of alligators. She was happy here, had been for a millennium, and nothing would change that.
She stepped from the bed, her long, slender form gliding across the floor to the bar so she could pour herself a tumbler of spiced rum. She’d carried the habit from her first life, her human life, and she’d perfected her own recipe now. She took a sip, leaning her head back as it rolled down her throat so that her jet black hair kissed the top of her buttocks. She moaned softly at the warmth of the sweet liquor spreading inside her. The kick appeased her, even if she was far beyond feeling the effects of alcohol.
Jasper stirred behind her, and she turned to face him, finding his mesmerizing gray eyes locked on her. His intense gaze always stirred her wildest fantasies, and though he’d
“You are too wild at heart, Sarah! You know your calling. If you don’t rein yourself in, you’ll be lost to us. Don’t take your destiny for granted.” The elder’s eyes were stern, her voice coarse with age, and on top of that, the old woman was angry at Sarah.
The guardian thought she was slacking on her studies, but Sarah had not meant to be rebellious. She was finding it difficult to grasp the lessons, feeling too much pressure from her tribe’s expectations, and she wasn’t ready to give up the freedom of her youth. Besides, it had been a thousand years since the last oracle. The position came with far more weight than Sarah was ready to bear. She didn’t want to disappoint anyone, so she shied from the responsibility.
Looking into the loving eyes of Mammaw, who had seen so much in her life, Sarah knew she could learn much from her. But she wasn’t ready to be what they wanted her to be. “I just need a break,” she insisted. “One small break and I’ll come back refreshed and ready to learn everything you need to teach me.”
With a nod, the elder let Sarah go, and with a sigh of relief, Sarah turned and walked away.
******
A s dusk fell, Elia lifted her head into the coming night air, the crisp Louisiana wind fluttering through the window and against her skin. With the bed on the far end of the boudoir from the window, she wasn’t concerned that the sunlight would reach her beloved and cause him harm as she stared down at him. Her King was beautiful and precious to her. She and Jasper had ruled this area since their first meeting a thousand years ago.
Elia traveled from the Caribbean, landing in what was now Virginia as a young twenty-two year old with the intention of making a good life for herself. She planned to marry wealthy and settle down, but she’d found a lack of wealth in the barren world. She had courted a number of suitors, natives to the land, as she made her way across the hills and plains and through the forests, but none held her attention for long. They had nothing to offer her.
Bored, she moved to a new place, using her depthless brown eyes, caramel complexion, and charm to get what she needed, as well as to weasel out of bad situations. It worked for a long time, until she discarded the wrong man, having no idea that such things as vampires existed. He sought to punish her, and he had nearly drained her, with Elia feeling the light go out inside her, but he had been interrupted. She had turned, and she had learned to live by the stipulations of the order of which she’d become a part, nothing ever making her regret living.
Eventually, she left the man who had turned her, and she met Jasper here, in this swampy wasteland on a sticky summer night. Since then, they had helped to build New Orleans and Bourbon Street, and they had often collected prey under the guise of alligators. She was happy here, had been for a millennium, and nothing would change that.
She stepped from the bed, her long, slender form gliding across the floor to the bar so she could pour herself a tumbler of spiced rum. She’d carried the habit from her first life, her human life, and she’d perfected her own recipe now. She took a sip, leaning her head back as it rolled down her throat so that her jet black hair kissed the top of her buttocks. She moaned softly at the warmth of the sweet liquor spreading inside her. The kick appeased her, even if she was far beyond feeling the effects of alcohol.
Jasper stirred behind her, and she turned to face him, finding his mesmerizing gray eyes locked on her. His intense gaze always stirred her wildest fantasies, and though he’d
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