Asher: Dragon Guard Berserkers, #2

By Julia Mills

Watch out, World, the King and Queen are coming, and there will be Hell to pay.

 

Demented, deranged, and damaged beyond repair...

Asher's mind may be broken, his Dragon lost to the Madness, but his soul has found its mate, and nothing or no one will keep him from her.

 

Feisty, ferocious, and a force to be reckoned with...

Willa's had enough of being discounted and pushed aside just because she's a woman. With the power of her ancestors and the rage of a century of disrespect, she's stepping out of the shadows, and Heaven help anyone who gets in her way.

 

Destiny has spoken.

Fate will not be denied.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julia Mills
• Release date: Mar 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224071500

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Asher

Copyright © 2018 Julia Mills

All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

NOTICE: This is an adult erotic paranormal romance with love scenes and mature situations. It is only intended for adult readers over the age of 18.

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Contents

ASHER

Index of the Original Language of the Dragon Kin and Others

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

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ASHER

Watch out, World, the King and Queen are coming, and there will be Hell to pay.

Demented, deranged, and damaged beyond repair...

Asher’s mind may be broken, his Dragon lost to the Madness, but his soul has found its mate, and nothing or no one will keep him from her.

Feisty, ferocious, and a force to be reckoned with...

Willa’s had enough of being discounted and pushed aside just because she's a woman. With the power of her ancestors and the rage of a century of disrespect, she's stepping out of the shadows, and Heaven help anyone who gets in her way.

Destiny has spoken.

Fate will not be denied.

Index of the Original Language of the Dragon Kin and Others

Gaelic

Save me my mate………. shábháil dom mo maité

I need you………. i gá duit

Your mate………. do mhac

My savior………. mo shláinte

Mother………. Máthair

My husband……….Mo fhear céile

My heart………Mo chroí

My love………Mo ghrá

My darling………Macushla

My forever love……….Mo shíorghrá

Brother dear……….Deartháir daor

Be well, my Brother………A bheith go maith mo dheartháir

Until we meet again……….Go dtí go gcomhlíonfaimid arís

Romani

Witch……….Vrăjitoare

Little Sister………. soră mai mica

Grandpa………. Bunic

Norse

My son………. min sønn

Chapter One

L ook, Detective Kazinski. Willa cringed as the name crossed her lips. Bastard…liar…cheat…drunk, just a few of the hits on his list of ‘illustrious’ character traits. Behaviors she’d experienced firsthand and hated with a shiny purple passion. Looking into his eyes, was like going back in time. She saw her step-father, another bastard the world was better off without. Hate, self-loathing and the need to punish others to feel good about himself made Willa sick to her stomach.

Snakes, that’s all men like Kazinski and Raymond would ever be. Extortion, intimidation and fear were the tools of their trade. A lifetime of looking over their shoulders, wondering when the ax would fall, or someone would shove a knife in their backs had made them paranoid and dangerous. Thankfully, Willa was immune to their charms.

"I know we have somewhat of a ‘tenuous’ working relationship, but you have to listen to me. The last words were spoken through gritted teeth with her hands fisted on the strap of her purse so tightly the silver studs bit into her palms. This is a matter of life and death."

Sitting back in his rickety, worn, wooden chair, the squeak of the springs so loud it echoed off the dingy green walls, the overinflated, ego-maniac with the worst comb-over in the world, sucked at his brownish- yellow teeth and snorted, "The only thing I have to do is listen to your complaint. He chewed on the end of a cracked pen like he’d been without food for a week as he rocked even farther back, prompting Willa to promise herself to buy the city a can of WD-40 and personally deliver it to Det. Assface as she listened to him add, And, if I’m honest, you’re lucky I haven’t thrown you in a cell for wasting my time."

Another screech of metal-on-metal made chills run down her spine as the literal bane of her existence flopped forward, let his elbows plop on the pock-marked top of his desk, and threw his pen down as he narrowed his beady mud-brown eyes and sneered, You need to get your dirty gypsy ass outta my office and out of this station before I figure out a way to charge you with aiding and abetting, obstructing justice, and waste of city funds for your fuck up with the Cecily Mathers case. He was breathing hard, his face was turning red, and his voice shook. I would love nothing better than to let the ladies in Cell Block C have fun with you for ten to twenty.

Squaring her shoulders, shoving the pain she felt at the mention of the little girl who had been kidnapped, tortured and eventually murdered, Willa got to her feet, leaned over the desk and seethed, "That little girl’s death is all on you, Det. Kazinski and you damn well know it. You fucked that up and tried to pin it on me. If you’d just listened and gone where I told you, she wouldn’t have died. But no. Not you. You knew better. Then when the heat came down from above, you did what all cowards do, you ran and hid and used me as a scapegoat. You smeared my name through the press just to keep your lazy, fat ass in that chair. Putting the tips of the fingers of her left hand on the top of his dirty, stained desk calendar, she leaned as close to him as she could stand, the scent of stale cigarettes and whiskey assaulting her senses. Wanna look me in the eye and tell me any different, Alan?"

The color drained from the detective’s face at the use of his first name which only strengthened Willa’s need to watch him squirm like the leech that he was. Maybe I should ask Mary or Beth or Sally, hmm? Whatcha think? I’m sure your ex-wives would have lots to say.

Pushing up to her full height of five-foot-nothing, she gave her hands a quick wipe on her long multi-colored skirt and winked, Or would it be better if I talked to Jacob and Ashley? She narrowed her eyes. You remember them dontcha? There the kids you had out of wedlock and never acknowledged.

Why you… Detective Kazinski jumped to his feet, his face as red as a fire engine with sweat dotting his forehead and upper lip as he continued his growled threat, lowlife, piece of trash, fucking gypsy, if you so much as…

Detective Kazinski! Daniel Metcalfe, the Chief of Police bellowed, his thick black eyebrows so low only the slimmest crescent of his onyx eyes could be seen. "My office, now. Turning to Willa, he bowed his head before he softly acquiesced, Please accept the Department’s sincerest apologies. Stepping forward, he handed her a stark white business card as he attempted to smile. If you wish to lodge a formal complaint, please contact me directly. Moving to the side, allowing Det. Kazinski to flee the scene, the tall man, also Romani added, We have a zero-tolerance policy where racial bigotry is concerned. You can rest assure, Det. Kazinski will be reprimanded for his behavior today."

Thank you, Chief…Daniel. The last word was barely a whisper that she had no idea if he'd heard or not.

Watching as the man she'd known from her childhood as Danny, Willa couldn't help but be sad that they'd lost touch. He'd been one of her closest friends, had run with the ‘group', and had always had her back. But then, his parents got divorced and Daniel's mom, Henrietta, packed up and took him back to her hometown in Texas. She'd had enough of the Romani's, enough of being treated like an outsider and most of all, enough of being treated like a slave. It wasn't until his picture was in the paper announcing that he was the new Chief of Police that Willa even knew he was back in town.

Oh, well, can’t go back, she sighed under her breath as she turned away and headed through the busy squad room towards the front entrance.

Ignoring the hostile stares and whispered slurs, Willa burst through the tall, wooden and glass double doors, stomped down the concrete steps and threw herself into Mars’ red, white and primer gray ’67 Mustang convertible. Slamming the door with a loud exhale, she let her head fall back onto the headrest that was more black electrical tape than leather and foam and groaned, Is it too early to get drunk?

The loud rumble of the 320hp her best friend had rebuilt with his own two hands roared to life making her crack a smile right before he snickered, It’s five ‘o’ clock somewhere. Putting the car into gear and burning rubber as he tore away from the curb, Mars added, Guess old Dickface wouldn’t listen?

No, he wouldn’t. She let out another defeated sigh. He just brought up…umm…brought up… She couldn’t make herself say the little girl’s name, not again. Thankfully, Mars’ understood and immediately patted her hand on the seat. I know, Will. I know.

Having Mars' by her side eased some of the pain. He was one of those people with the ability to make even the darkest days seem better, lighter…happier. The sound of the wind ripping through the open windows and the rumble of the engine further helped to sooth some of Willa's frustration but also opened the doorway in her mind that led to the wounded man. The one she'd been trying to get Det. Asshat to rescue. Visions of the man trapped in the darkness chained like a dog to something large, dense and damn near impenetrable, literally trying to climb what she could only guess was stone with what looked like long, sharp talons assaulted her consciousness.

His howls of pain and sorrow reached to the bottom of her soul, wrapped around her heart, and demanded that she take heed. The maelstrom inside his mind was powerful, treacherous and trying to