Only Protector Alphas: A Wolf Shifter Fantasy Romance Series (Rebel Werewolves Book 3) Read online

  Contents

  Title Page

  Description

  Alpha Prince Emperor

  Copyright

  Books in the Rebel Verse

  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

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Rebel Academy

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  Appendix One Witch Covens

  Appendix Two Characters

  Appendix Three Wolf Kingdoms

  About Rosemary A Johns

  The Three Werewolf Princes

  ONLY PROTECTOR ALPHAS

  REBEL WEREWOLVES BOOK THREE

  I was gifted three wickedly handsome wolf princes…

  …but now I’m the wolves’ prisoner.

  I’m Crimson Tide. For centuries, witches have been at war with werewolves. As a kid, mom coached me that I was a Charmer with the badass magical power to control the scorching hot shifters.

  Except, what if controlling them makes me the bad guy? How do I save my own witchy ass, as well as Wolf Kingdom, when I’m trapped in a wild land of fanatics and secrets?

  To survive in the Kingdom of the Alphas, I must:

  Rule #1 Never be tempted by the cursed protection of an Alpha

  My pack hold dark and dangerous pasts, but I’m still driven to protect the gorgeous shifters, angels, mages, and gods who are mine.

  Am I right to trust that they’ll protect me back? Or will loving the wolves get me killed?

  Either way, I’ll fight for the wolves’ freedom and create a new legacy for the name Crimson Tide…

  …or like the Charmers before me, I’ll become my princes' worst nightmare.

  ALPHA PRINCE EMPEROR

  ONLY PROTECTOR ALPHAS: REBEL WEREWOLVES BOOK THREE © copyright 2020 Rosemary A Johns

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Behind the moonshine speared alcove that divided guests from guards, prowled beasts with beautiful faces.

  Only Protector Alphas, promised the neon sign.

  If I hadn’t known better, I’d have thought that I was shifting on my knees on a satin cushion at a midnight feast in a barracks, except for the fact that it was an all-female army of werewolves, and as a witch, I was the enemy.

  Plus, boy did I know better.

  My nose wrinkled against the earthy scent, even as I turned my face up to catch the breeze from the open roof of the Crescent Base. The moon shone down on the crescent-shaped table with its bank of computers that monitored the Omegas, mountain of ice-cream and sprinkles, and war plans that had become mixed together, as the Alphas partied.

  How in the witching heavens had it only been a day since I’d been trapped underground in the Kingdom of the Gods? When shifters fed from moonlight, how did they bear to be buried in the kingdom below?

  The Alpha warriors gleamed; the moonbeams danced across their skin. The light lit up the ivory walls like bared fangs and the glass wall that showed out to the murk of the River Thames, which was the same river my great-grandmother — the Crimson Terror — like a twisted Pied Piper had drowned the wolves’ ancestors in, after the witches had won the Wolf War.

  Hey, that didn’t make me squirm with guilt at all.

  My red shadows twitched, caressing each other in comfort, but they’d been subdued since Princess Vala had Wolf Bitten me. She’d threatened that a crimson tide of blood was coming, then she’d started the slaughter with my throat.

  My parents had been devoured by werewolves. Was being bitten and allowed to live even worse?

  I reached up to the bite, wincing as I traced it. Unlike Moon, I didn’t get happy tingles at the touch, only a searing pain that shuddered through my shadows.

  Vala had messed with my wolf side, and even if the covens would hex me for admitting it, I’d found myself growling enough times to know that a Wolf Charmer was connected to her wolf Charms in a complex way. Honestly, that freaked me out because becoming a wolf had been one of my greatest fears since Aquilo’s bullying twin sister, Lux, had pretended to transform me into one as a kid.

  But that had only been a trick, right?

  First, an Alpha had bitten me, and then I’d been left kneeling in the Crescent Base in the corner (the one that Vala had told me was reserved for badly behaved Omegas), whilst the Crescent gang of assholes danced and screwed.

  Although, the Alphas had also petted and cooed over me like I was on my Honeymoon. I shuddered because the only thought worse than playing the bride to Vala was any of my Charms playing the husband. My shadows quivered in distress that I’d been separated from my pack of wolves, angels, and gods.

  Was it weird if I missed the days when I could just stuff them into something and at least know where they were?

  Then I groaned, as a rubber hit me between the eyes, bouncing into my lap.

  Hey, now I was even being attacked by falling condoms.

  Unless, you know, it was a divine sign that I’d get sexy times today…?

  I eeped, as all of a sudden, the rubber jumped off my lap, spinning into the air with the grace of a ballet dancer, before hopping with a cheeky wrig
gle of its latex tail into the hand of a cute man with a mop of dark hair, a scarred eyebrow, and soft eyes.

  He was a mage?

  Rubber Mage shot me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Omega Witch. My magic becomes volatile when I’m…” He gestured at the hard length tenting his pearly white trousers.

  I flushed. “Firstly, I’m not an Omega Witch, whatever on a mage’s blue balls that truly is, and secondly, that’s overshare.”

  Rubber Mage chuckled. “Whatever you say, Omega Witch, and I won’t have blue balls for long.”

  I gritted my teeth, as my shadows thrashed. Then Rubber Mage wandered back to his Alpha, who sprawled on an armchair in front of the table. He straddled her lap, dipping to kiss at her neck. He didn’t look like a prisoner, even though as a mage he must’ve been thrown to the wolves by his own witch family for being a male with magic. Yet as the Alpha quivered underneath him, there was no doubt that he was seriously taking charge…and willing.

  Then gentle hands clasped around my waist, pulling me around tentatively, as if expecting to be rejected.

  Aquilo’s cool gaze met mine. “What if I tell you that my magic becomes volatile, when you stare at some other mage’s—”

  “Monster dick?” I smirked, curling closer to Aquilo and sniffing his reassuring scent of fresh linen.

  Aquilo was pale and beautiful beneath the moonlight. His black shirt hung open, and I was desperate to touch the dip of his collarbones, but I hadn’t saved him from his family and Vala to use him as well.

  I loved him but I’d never rush him.

  Aquilo appeared to catch my thought, and his gaze became steely. “Do you believe me to be breakable?”

  His hold firmed on my waist, as he rested his forehead against mine. He’d been left in the corner with me, since we both belonged to the princess now.

  And how much did that thought freak me out?

  Aquilo’s eyes froze to crushed ice, and heat shot through me at the danger. His magic wound around me in a whirlwind that whipped my red-and-black ballgown into waves. When my fingertips pressed over the hollow of his throat, where the blood pendant had once rested and seared his skin to bind his magic, his gaze became fragile.

  “I asked you to marry me,” I whispered; my lips touched his on each word. “I seriously don’t want any other mage.”

  “As a male within a witch’s household, I learned to play broken, until I could show my teeth.” I startled, remembering the way that Aquilo had led the vampire army to win the battle against Stella and the witches. How long had he known the vampire Duke Dual? “Hide your fangs now, so that when you bare them, you may savage kingdoms.”

  My pulse pounded, as my shadows rose up, shadowing the room into a crimson sea.

  Mischief — Archduke, Seraphim god, and mage — would love Aquilo. Were all mages snarky, snooty, and wickedly hot when they got with the whole savaging kingdom talk?

  “Someone put on their godly pants today.” I smiled. “Mischief is a royal prick but his glittery ass said the same thing. Trust me, you’ll like him.”

  “Do you wish to talk of royal pricks, or allow me to kiss you now?” Aquilo drawled.

  My skin was suddenly too hot. I wet my lips. “Honestly, that’s not even a choice. Willing and seriously enthusiastic for all kissing action.”

  Aquilo’s white-blond hair fell across my eyes, as he feathered a kiss to my lips, jaw, and then down my neck. He glanced up at me questioningly, and I nodded. Then he licked across Vala’s bite.

  Finally those happy tingles showed up.

  I grasped Aquilo’s wrist with the blood bracelet that connected us, licking across its throbbing edges to match his licks across my own bite. Aquilo keened; his dick in his jeans hardened against my leg.

  I rested my teeth against his wrist. I craved to bite…

  Aquilo’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Then he swallowed, before pressing his wrist harder against my teeth like he could break his own skin in sacrifice.

  “Savage, remember?” He met my gaze like it was a challenge. “Or do you wish to sever our engagement, as my mother claimed when she held me apart from you, but merely fear causing my death…?”

  I bit through the blood bracelet like I could take away its control and instead, protect Aquilo and all my pack. I marked him to erase his mom’s hateful words that made him feel like nothing but unwanted property.

  I wanted him, and he was mine.

  I’d never thought myself a possessive dickhead before I’d returned to England, but becoming a Wolf Charmer and Wolf Witch turned you into one, who knew?

  The tangy blood thrummed through me.

  Hey, it looked like I did have a biting kink.

  Aquilo howled and arched. His eyelashes fluttered, whilst his fingers straightened, before curling into fists. Then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed as he came in his pants.

  I blushed, and the Alphas cheered. Rubber Mage winked like I’d passed the initiation into their pack.

  Why were there so many mages here with the Crescents? Had they all been thrown to the wolves? Yet they weren’t cowering in terror. Unless, you know, scoffing ice-cream, transforming cups by magic into dancing unicorns for kicks, and cuddling Alphas were signs of fear that I’d never been taught by my non-magical uncle.

  The mages appeared to be more like lovers than prisoners or slaves.

  I brushed the hair off Aquilo’s forehead; he’d always been a pretty, elitist asshole but now he was my pretty, elitist asshole. He was also a virgin. Vala had attempted to steal his first experiences, but I’d create new ones for him.

  Vala and these Alphas thought that they were protecting the Omegas and Wolf Kingdom, and honestly, with their moonlight, screwing, and orgy of ice-cream, they were more alive than Queen Banan with her shrines and stuffed Omegas in the Museum of Death.

  Vala hadn’t been dicking around, however, with her warning about the crimson tide of blood. If I had to play the Omega to these Alphas to stop that happening, save both witches and wolves, and atone for my ancestors’ genocide then I would, even if my shadows seethed at the thought.

  All I craved was my art gallery back in America, along with a honey lavender latte (like drinking summer), and a glazed donut. But failing that, I’d take a blissed out Aquilo. I sighed, chasing after the last taste of him on my tongue.

  Brain, stop the naughty images about how that sounded.

  Aquilo blinked awake. His pale blue eyes were unusually soft and fuzzy, as he stared up at me like I was the moon.

  “Hey, Mr Just Had the Best Orgasm of His Life.” I stroked down his cheek.

  “Hey, Miss Bighead…although not entirely inaccurate. Did you have to make me sticky?”

  “Dude, ungrateful,” I pouted.

  Aquilo raised his wrist, and I couldn’t find it in me to even wince at the imprints of my teeth marking the blood bracelet. When I turned my head and caught the bite with a gentle kiss, he gasped. “Perhaps, I should say: Miss Bitey.”

  I snorted. “Mrs Bitey.” My heart thudded hard in my chest, as I leaned in to catch his lush lips with mine.

  Then my stomach growled, and I pinked.

  How could I be romantic when I hadn’t eaten since… How long had it been now?

  Aquilo shot me a haughty grin. Then his stomach rumbled even louder than mine had. He cringed, whilst my shadows burst out at my snicker, tickling Aquilo’s ribs. He spluttered with laugher, wriggling away from me towards the edge of the alcove like a squirming kitten.

  “Mrs Bitey,” he hissed between giggles, “I said savage, not tickle.”

  “Aw, do you want me to kiss it better?” I dived over him, kissing down his neck, whilst my shadows wrapped around him in tickling waves.

  I’d never seen Aquilo like this before: free and unreserved. Was he like this with anyone else?

  Aquilo and I had both been raised as magical kids, who’d had to hide who we truly were. If he hadn’t been forced by his sister to bully me, could we have been friends?

  H
ad Aquilo been what I’d spent my life missing, as much as my Charms?

  I squeaked, as Aquilo sent a ripple of wind in retaliation across my skin. I shivered. His magic caressed me, blowing my hair into the air behind me, which should’ve made me want to kick his ass for frizzing my curls, yet the touch was intimate and loving like he was sharing his true self and magic with me.

  It was freaking beautiful.

  Was this the first time that he’d ever dared play with his magic like this?

  Aquilo’s smile was gentle, as his breeze curled around my shadows, hugging me closer.

  “I’d say that I was sorry to interrupt your sexy times, but as the Prince of the Alphas, I hold to this quaint tradition of not lying.” Emperor leaned over the alcove, peering at Aquilo and me with an amused twitch of his lips.

  I startled, gazing up at the third of my Charms, who rested with casual elegance scrutinizing me, as if he didn’t belong in my Omega naughty corner.

  In his golden suit and robes, Emperor was a gorgeous butterfly in the midst of this Alpha party. Even though he was from a rival wolf kingdom, he’d never looked so regal or undaunted.

  “Screw tradition.” I launched myself up, snatching Emperor by his silky collar and hauling him into the alcove.

  When I pulled him down amongst the cushions, hugging him as tightly as I would’ve done Moon who was the King of Cuddles, Emperor held onto me with equal desperation.

  I hated being separated from my Charms, who I’d Claimed and Wolf Bitten. They were mine, just as I was theirs. I hadn’t understood pack before, but now I knew that it meant to protect. Not knowing what’d happened to them was a torture worse than radio show banter or some asshole scrolling through your phone’s photos without asking.

  I stroked over Emperor’s muscled back; his strength was reassuring. “How’s my good wolf?” I whispered.

  Emperor shuddered. “Damning you on hide and fangs for making me hard in these tight pants again.”

  I snickered. “You’re lucky that I’m only making you hard.”