The King's Captive (Gate of Myth and Power, #1)

by K.M. Shea

Still, my ability to pass as a normal human had been a key survival technique for me since I was little. Fae, wolves, and other supernaturals would leave a human alone. But a supernatural with no Pack, Family, House—no kind of protection from any magical entity? Let’s just say it was open season all day, every day on me.

Noctus—a deadly and dangerous elf king—was hand feeding his pet cat freshly cooked chicken. Bro, you should have gotten a pet ages ago if you were going to be this dedicated. I’d feel bad for you, if you weren’t a figurative nightmare from supernaturals’ past.

Noctus picked me up—being careful with my bulging belly—but positioned me so I could look up at his face. “Everyone else will call you Ama,” he said. “But to me, you are Amalourne.” Chapter

“You are very interesting, Chloe of Book Nookery,” Noctus declared. “No, I am not. I’m not interesting at all. I’m very boring,” I said.

Noctus’s lips curved, and he rubbed under my chin. “Such an intelligent beauty.” His voice was so genuine and warm, for a moment I actually felt proud. I can’t believe it. I’m going to blush. As a cat! I was saved from any further personal embarrassment when I heard something in the hallway.

Noctus tickled me under my chin. “Her presence did seem to ease their usual anxiety.” Cuteness is a valuable weapon to wield as a cat. I’ve practiced in front of a mirror so I know how to look as charming as possible. It works great on humans.

Noctus scratched my chest for me. “No matter the truth of what you are, you’re mine, Amalourne.” Does this mean you haven’t put everything together, and I’m safe?

Consequences? No! This is a stupid attempt at bargaining—you aren’t just barking up the wrong tree, you’re in the wrong forest!

The hilt was made of a shining gemstone that glowed like the moon, and the blade itself was clear like glass, but it looked like tiny stars that pulsed with power were captured inside it.