Claiming Their Royal Mate: Part Three: Claiming Their Royal Mate, #3

By Tiffany Allee

Daniella thought that getting her lover back would fix things—that she could finally take a moment to come to grips with her new reality. But her hopes are dashed when they arrive at her new home in the weretigers’ territory. Because something inside Owen has changed, and Erick avoids her like the plague.

But settling into a new home is the least of Daniella’s worries. Because the stalker has a taste for Owen’s blood, and she won’t give him up so easily…

Claiming Their Royal Mate: Part Three is a novella, and it is the third entry in a four-part sensual, m/f/m serial.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiffany Allee
• Release date: Dec 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540141323

Book preview

Chapter One

Erick was going to die .

Somewhere in the back of his mind, his father screamed.

About duty. About protecting the clan. About his idiocy.

The unbendable man, his face and body and mind scarred from the decades he’d spent out in the world. From the years he never spoke of before he found their little clan and wrested it from its prior prime—from all accounts, a man even harsher than Erick’s father— he would never have approved his son’s decision to come after Owen. Faced with the same situation, Erick had no doubts as to what his father would have done—dragged Daniella to their home in the mountains the day he’d found her, with or without her consent.

And if he’d somehow landed himself in this situation—with his second kidnapped by vampires—he would have let the man die. He never would have trusted the wolves to help.

But Erick couldn’t walk away. Because Owen was his friend. Hell, Owen was his only friend.

His lip turned into a snarl as he circled the stalker, and she grinned, flashing the stunted teeth that marked her the most dangerous of vampires.

No, his father wouldn’t have found himself in this situation, because his father didn’t have any friends. And it was only through the grace of the man’s inattention that Erick found himself with another person he cared about nearly as much as his clan.

The stalker smiled, and Erick closed his eyes. A brief blink to push his tiger form into the forefront of his mind. The barest of a second to change form. And when his new eyes opened, she was there. Taller than his new form, lips curled in amusement.

A snarl, then he flew at her. But she was already in motion, so quick that even he had trouble following the movement. Claws grazed the material of her shirt, and then she was behind him. He whirled around, expecting an attack. Instead, she winked.

The stalker was playing with him.

Anger spiked at the realization, and he flew at her again, gnashing his teeth and swiping his paws in a vain effort to strike the impossibly-quick moving vampire. If he could get her with his teeth, the paralytic toxin might slow her down enough for him to take her, but she was too fast.

Silly kitty, she purred.

She was playing with him, all right. Goading him into exhausting himself. The smart thing to do would be to try to run. But they’d lose Owen. Not only Owen, he’d lose Daniella, too. Why would she stay if Owen was gone? The thoughts sent a spike of pain through his chest.

No. He wasn’t running. Hell, he was pretty damn sure the stalker wouldn’t let him if he tried. If he had to go down today, he’d go facing his enemy.

As if she could see his thoughts, hear his decision, the stalker’s smile widened, and her stance relaxed just the slightest bit. Good kitty.

A howl cut through the air.

The vampire jerked, and she turned her head to watch the entrance.

Erick struck.

Someone shook Owen roughly, and his teeth immediately shifted. He snapped at the sucker shaking him a second before the scent penetrated his ragged thoughts.

He blinked at the man who had woken him—who was now a couple of feet away after dodging his bite. Erick? he asked, voice raspy. When was the last time he’d been given water? Oh, yeah, he’d thrown that in the fucking stalker’s face.

She hadn’t been amused.

I’m here. You’re safe. The prime’s voice was solid. Real. And the last fleeting bit of worry that he was dreaming or coerced by that damnable stalker who, no doubt, would have loved to burrow her way into his brain disappeared. Relief hit.

Then dread.

Where is she?

Erick grimaced. The stalker got away. Real fucking nice trick in the daytime.

He shook his head, and a stab of pain in his temple made him scowl. No. Daniella.

Erick’s expression softened, then his guard came back up. She’s fine. Safe.

Realization hit. He could smell Daniella here. But she wasn’t here. She was on Erick. His nose wasn’t as good as a wolf’s, but her sweet scent was so strong on the prime that she could have been in the same room—the same cell.

Erick had claimed her.

He shouldn’t be jealous—it was what he wanted. Best fucking case scenario. But the idea of Erick and Daniella together while he rotted in here…

Anger-fueled heat rushed through his body, and only a hand reaching out to grip his shoulder kept him from shifting. Whatever the hell the vampires had given him to keep him in his human form had definitely worn off.

Breathe, brother. Breathe. She’s still yours. She was always yours.

He looked up in time to see a flash of something behind Erick’s eyes—but he couldn’t identify the emotion before it was gone.

Breathe, Erick said again. A command from his prime.

Owen took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Another. Finally, the tension making every muscle in his body ready to burst in a flash of motion relented.

Sorry, he muttered, but he wasn’t sure he spoke the truth.

Erick nodded. You’ve been through a lot. And the serum fucks with you—or so the wolves tell me.

Serum?

The drug they give you to keep you human. To keep you weak and exhausted.

Another surge of anger at the reminder of the syringe they’d shoved into his neck every few hours. He tamped it down with another deep breath. Damn vampires. Of course they’d have something to control shifters, to keep them weak until they were sold to someone powerful enough to control them. What happened after they