Tamed by the Prince (Elven Lover) Read Online Free PDF

could have taken them on if they had been humans but these were ice-elves. They were damned strong and damned nasty. Their greenish skin made them look ill, yet they were anything but weak. Their fingers ended in sharp claws with which they could tear him to pieces. It would be a miracle if he survived this. They attacked straight away and he did not even have a chance to transform into his elf form to use his full power.
    A grim smile appeared on his face. No way was he going to make it easy for these wretches. He would deal with them as well as he could in his human form. Jumping up high, he kicked one of the wretches hard in the chest. The ice-elf fell back into some bins that crashed to the floor. Merlon crouched skilfully and planted a hook into another elf’s liver. This one staggered, but remained standing. With further punches and kicks he kept the ice-elves off his body for a while, but he was gashed many times with their sharp claws until he bled from numerous wounds and he was aware of his strength disappearing. He regretted that he would never hold Cherry in his arms. It was ironic that he had only just met his bride and that he would die before he could make her his. What he would give to have at least spent just one night with her before having to die. But it was not to be.
    Merlon staggered then fell to the ground under the weight of two ice-elves. He felt them actually tear the flesh from his bones and blood filled his mouth. The physical pain was unbearable, but the most painful thing was the thought of never being able to tell Cherry what she meant to him. She would never know how close she was to becoming an elf-queen. He croaked her name. Then darkness overcame him.
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    Cherry sighed as she finished the accounts. Everyone else had gone home an hour before and she had set about doing the monthly accounts. She was doing it early, but somehow she had no desire to go home. It had never really been her home. It was, and remained, Justin’s house. Every detail in the furnishing, from the heavy leather couch to the black bedclothes, was to his taste. She had always hated it and would not carry on living there. She had still not decided where to go. It was all so difficult. For years she had lived under Justin’s thumb. He had dictated her every move. She had not even chosen the colour of her lipstick herself. Cherry felt terribly dependent. She had always dreamt of being free and now she was it almost frightened her.
    “You’re a wreck, Cherry Thorne,” she said quietly to herself.
    Intense exhaustion suddenly hit her and she yawned. It was time to go. She would fall asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow. The next day she was not working and would think seriously about her future.  She had had enough for today. She could no longer form a clear thought. She stood up wearily and put the documents into the drawer then she grabbed her jacket and her handbag and left the club through the side exit.

    Cherry had gone just a few steps when she saw a person lying at the end of the alleyway.  It was probably another drunkard who had not made it home. She was about to turn and go home in the opposite direction, but something stopped her. She froze and stared at the person. It was dark in the alley but the rays from a distant lamp cast a weak light onto the body and something was not right with what she saw.
    Cherry frowned. It had been dry for days. How come the man was lying in a puddle? And why was the light from the lamp casting a reddish shimmer on the water? The hair on the back of Cherry’s neck stood up as an awful thought formed in her mind. That was not a puddle of water. It was blood!
    “Shit!”
    She approached with trembling knees and her heartbeat sped up as she recognised the person lying in the pool of blood. It was him. Her heart screamed in horror. No! It could not be true! Not him! She ran the last few metres and fell onto her knees beside him.
    “On no! Oh no!” she sobbed in