Not an Angel, But a Cupid

By K.A. Masters

Recently orphaned and alone, the winged elf Alec wants nothing more than to return to his childhood home one final time and succumb to his nostalgia and grief. But his quest home leads him straight into the arms of a dove-winged, wounded angel ... with human captors in hot pursuit.

After one magical night together, the two soulmates are united in love. Alec's angel becomes a cupid, transforming his grief into affection and love. But Alec has a secret that keeps him from telling his soulmate how he feels, and he lets his angel slip through his fingers.

As his family grows around him, Alec's nest remains empty and cold. Without his soulmate, Alec nears his end. Can he find his angel before it's too late, or will heaven be forever out of his reach?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jun 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646564095

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Not an Angel, But a Cupid

By K.A. Masters

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Copyright 2020 K.A. Masters

ISBN 9781646564095

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Not an Angel, But a Cupid

By K.A. Masters

Chapter 1

Alec was drawn to his home, wanting nothing more than to sleep in his old room and wake up refreshed for a new day. He wanted to rummage through the kitchen pantry and clean up the playthings that he had carelessly left strewn about. He wanted to lope across the threshold with a boisterous I’m home! and pretend his parents were still alive to welcome him into their arms.

Instinct had led his feet home. He despised the sapphire wings on his back, as they had done nothing to protect him or his parents from the dragon that destroyed their lives. He curled them uselessly behind his back, sulking in silence as he walked.

He reached the ring of trees that surrounded his oaken home and gave a sad smile of recognition. The spirits of these trees had been the Sentinels who had kept him and his parents safe for many generations of men.

He put a scarred hand on a Sentinel’s tree, yearning for comfort, but its cold and lifeless bark did not respond to his touch. He removed his hand quickly, stung by the hurt of its emptiness. His courage faltered; he suddenly did not want to know what lay inside.

The winged elf turned away from his home, following the stream that led from Krozer’s lands to Cazort’s lake. Evening fell as he continued to limp alone through the woods in silence, doing his best to ignore the silvery tears that stained his cheeks.

His feet stopped as he heard loud shouts in the distance. A few moments later the shouts became louder, closer. Voices were preceded by a rustle of motion in the underbrush and foliage; he realized that something large was approaching him, and fast.

Quickly he scanned his surroundings, looking for an adequate hiding place and finding none. In his mindless wanderings, he had paid no attention to his footsteps and had accidentally approached the city, leaving the forest instead of receding farther into it. He was still miles from the city walls, but was nevertheless in a clearing with no available tree to hide in. His only hope of escape from detection was to plunge into a nearby stream.

Alec sent a prayer of thanksgiving to the fates for his gills and dove into the water. A few moments later, he saw another elemental burst through the clearing in a panic. At first Alec thought it was a winged elf like him, but soon he realized that this was no elf, but an angel.

Alec sighed in sympathy as he watched the angel trying to elude his captors. The angel’s dovelike wings twitched desperately, pinioned by a half-dozen arrows that protruded from them; the boy kept trying to pull them out, but could not reach back far enough to grasp them.

Alec watched the youth race along the stream bank, searching for a way to cross over it. He saw the angel gulp in terror and nervously begin to tread through the water with such embarrassing lack of coordination it proved he did not know how to swim.

His chest tightened in sympathy as he watched the winged stranger struggle to cross the stream. The boy continued to