Two Wolves For Lizette (Paranormal Shifter MFM Menage Romance)

By Jessica Miller

After a fifty year treaty between the inhabitants of Bradenton and Dallin, the Vampire King, the Lycans have enjoyed an easy existence among their human charges. There is still a lot of mistrust between the Lycans and Vampires, but with the latter's numbers dwindling, the region has lived in relative peace for decades. 

When two Lycan sentries come across a lone human woman running scared in the woods, they realize that things are not what they've seemed to be. Sterling and Conrad must decide whether to save the young woman or leave her to her own devices in the woods. But who is Lizette, and how did Dallin come to have her in his possession? Dallin's purpose is a mystery to everyone, including Lizette, but one thing is clear – he was saving her for something much more important than his next meal. 

**Complete short story, no cliffhangers.**

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Miller
• Release date: Nov 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540177452

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Map of Ungerland

Two Wolves For Lizette

PART 1

Prologue

Europe, 1849

Dallin moved through the chaos, stepping over fallen bodies casually and turning his body to avoid a sword slicing the air beside him.  He reached out and grabbed the man around the throat, pulling him up off his feet and into the air.  He looked into the man’s eyes as he squeezed the air from his throat.  The man spit in his face and stared back, defiant.

The sound of his neck breaking filled Dallin with glee as the man lay in his grasp, limp, the last bit of his blood flowing just beneath the skin.  Dallin longed to feed from the man as his heart stopped, but there was no time for that.  He looked around, taking in the sounds of death.  Metal clashed on metal as men and Lycans both fought beside each other to defeat the vampires.

Dallin smiled, his bright blue eyes crinkling at the edges.  He had never imagined that the humans would join forces with the Lycans, but it had happened.  The battle was loud. The smell of blood was thick in the air, beckoning him, but he fought the urge and continued towards an entryway that led out of the castle courtyard. 

He caught the eye of his second-in-command.  He beckoned Silas to follow him.  Silas nodded and strode towards the entryway.  Suddenly, a blood-drenched human blocked his way, stake raised high above his head.  The man bellowed, rushing Silas and aiming for his heart.  Silas dodged the attack and kicked the man fiercely, sending him flying into the cement wall with such force that the man died on impact. 

One by one, immortals filed in behind Silas and Dallin, conceding that they were outnumbered and at a disadvantage.  The sun would be rising soon, and the rest of the vampires would weaken and die if they didn’t take shelter soon. 

From his vantage point high on the castle wall, the Lycan King Bradenton watched the vampires retreating.  He held a young vampire in his grasp, arms pinned to his side.  He growled low and loud, anger filling him as the Dallin, King of the Vampires, fled like a coward while the rest of his army died.  Hours before, nearly two hundred vampires had filled the courtyard, surprised to find the humans had a deadly ally.  From his count, fewer than thirty vampires fled into the forest.  A quick scan of the courtyard confirmed that several of the vampires engaged in battle were losing.  Lycan and human worked together, dispatching the vampires methodically.

The vampire in his hands squirmed, trying to release himself from the King’s grasp.  He dropped the vampire and grabbed its head with both hands.  He twisted as he swung the vampire’s body towards the wall.  The head came off and the body disintegrated into dust before it connected with the wall.

He tossed the head into the air as he jumped from the wall, shifting from human to werewolf in mid-air.  He joined the melee, tearing heads off of vampires and knocking one off a pinned human with one mighty swipe of his paw.  He was furious that Dallin had escaped, but there would be another opportunity to deal with that vile enemy. 

This battle was won, but the war would never be over as long as Dallin of the Vampires still walked the earth.

Chapter 1

50 years later

Lizette pushed back the thick auburn curls, revealing her dark green eyes. She sat, bound, in the tub of warm water.  Beth, an old hag, scooped warm water out of the tub and poured it over the woman’s head.  Lizette scowled back at Beth, her eyes flashing in anger.

How could you do this? Lizette said.  Her voice was low, trying not to wake the men that slept in rooms beyond.  "You have to let me go.  I don’t belong here.  You don’t belong here."

Hush your mouth, child.  King Dallin has need for you, and you must be presentable when he lays eyes on you tonight.  She smiled eerily.  Lizette couldn’t believe her eyes.  This woman was enraptured with the King.

You’ve lost your mind.  The only need a vampire has for humans is their next meal.

Beth smiled and hummed, washing Lizette’s hair, seemingly oblivious to the words coming out of Lizette’s mouth.  Lizette was incredulous. 

Are you daft?  We need to leave, we need to run.  Now.

A huge pitcher of water poured over Lizette’s face, causing her to sputter and choke.

We’ll run a little later.  First, you need to eat some breakfast.  We can’t have our future Queen so skinny.  There are plans for you, beautiful girl.  Big plans.

Her blood ran cold at that final declaration.  The woman was obviously spellbound; there was no way a human could be so calm in the vampires’ lair, so eager to serve them.  It didn’t matter how she would do it, but Lizette had to get away.

The woman finished washing Lizette’s hair.  She picked up a large pitcher that had been sitting beside her and poured it on Lizette’s hair.  The water was ice-cold.  Lizette bit her lip, but she didn’t cry out.

Now that red hair of yours will shine like the sun.  She draped a large towel over one arm and motioned to Lizette to get out of the tub. 

Arms still bound, Lizette stood carefully and stepped out onto the hard stone floor.  She stood silently while the woman dried her off, searching the room around her for a way out while the woman was distracted with her work.

Lizette and Beth were the only humans in the warren, and Lizette couldn’t fathom how they kept this human bound to the home while they slept.  There was a way out of this, and Lizette was going to find it.

Beth finished drying Lizette off, and reached for a set of clothes sitting on the chair beside the