To Mate an Assassin: The Lost Alphars Series, Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

possibly conceived for working shifters.
    That was why the first major project Kerrick had undertaken upon gaining the Alphar power, the opening up of The Mansion hallways, donating of the stain glass windows to a shifter museum, and complete overhaul of the look and feel of a place meant to be a safe haven for lost Weres. He’d opened The Mansion doors for the first time in centuries to those in need, where previously you had to go through rounds of questioning and background checks to even come within one hundred yards of the Alphar’s territory. During the final years of Riddan’s rule, the only shifters who resided here were Riddan’s attendants and his soldiers. Now there were displaced families and solitary shifters too hurt or broken to remain in normal society. This was a place for them to heal at their own pace, or to find their strength once more.
    Kerrick saw no point in throwing a shifter away, no matter how damaged they were from the harsh reality of life. Riddan would have taken one look at some of the orphaned shifter-born adolescents now living at The Mansion and tossed them into the woods to fend for themselves. A fucking abominable act, the memory of the terrified faces he couldn’t save during his time as Captain often woke Kerrick in a pool of sweat and guilt. Riddan had been an insane monster near the end, and unfortunately it had been a madness that was unavoidable. He had only succumbed to the Alphar madness, an inherited psychosis that had taken its place hanging over Kerrick’s head the second he’d become an Alphar.
    The only stable Alphars in existence, and stability was a subjective view, were those with mates. Kerrick would never dare to hope for a mate, for while she would be his saving grace, she would also be placed in constant danger purely by association. The thought soured his previously calm mood, which soured further as his phone pinged an incoming text message. The possibility of a shifter finding his mate was rare, the possibility of an Alphar finding his mate was almost nonexistent. Of the current Alphar powers in the world, only two were mated.
    His phone pinged again.
    In any case, Kerrick was too busy to think about mates. Hell, he was too busy even to have a moment of peace for himself. Stabilizing the North American shifter society after having devolved into chaos under Riddan’s toxic rule was a full-time job. And now there was the Vryks to consider.
    Fifteen minutes ago he’d ended a teleconference meeting with one of the local pack alphas, claiming that Vryks had been seen loitering near his lands. Kerrick had needed to talk the alpha down, insisting that the first move was not to be made by the Weres. He had no problem with preparing for a strike and setting up the proper defenses, but he refused to be the Alphar that chose to go to war with the Vryks because his people were too hot headed to control their tempers. War would be the last and final option for Kerrick. He’d learned too damn much about unnecessary life loss under Riddan’s leadership. If anything, he learned how not to lead under Riddan. He chuckled bitterly as he came to a stop at one of the new open archways he’d had installed in place of the windows.
    Kerrick basked in the rare, quiet moment when his blasted phone’s ringtone ricocheted across the hallway like an annoying flea. He held back a harsh curse, just needing a second when there weren’t five thousand issues or crises needing to be taken care of, and that only he could make the final decision on. It was even worse today as Rhiannon was off property attempting to negotiate with Mara’s Vryk ambassador, Carter, and not handling any of the incoming issues. Kerrick could handle some phone calls without Rhiannon, at least that was what he liked telling himself as the urge to crush the phone battled with his more rational proclivities.
    In all honesty, even if Rhi had been present, his phone would still have been ringing nonstop. When Rhiannon