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  Destiny of Three

  Love of a Shifter, Book #3

  By Bryce Evans

  Copyright © March 2015 Bryce Evans

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  Edited by: Alexis Arendt

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  Dedication

  I would like to acknowledge my mom, who passed away a few years ago. She told me to follow my dreams, and never allow anyone to tell me I couldn’t achieve them.

  Thanks to the love of my life, John, for making me a place to write and even taking up the slack when I was typing away in my own world. You helped to make my dream come true. It may be a small table in the corner, but it’s my corner of make believe, where dreams do come true.

  Thanks to my beautiful kids, who keep me grounded and drive me crazy at the same time. I love you all.

  A special thanks to my friend Bobbi Kinion who beta reads, keeps up with all my junk, and basically keeps me from going crazy.

  Also, Thank You to all of my Nite Stalkers, who have stood behind me throughout the good and bad times. Thank you, Bobbi Kinion, Kent Kinion, Kristina Galbert, Janka Dustan, Jerri Mooring, Amy Bowens, Lori Backfire Twardokus, Ronda Reed, Debbie Raddatz, Lori Engelbrektso, Penny DeLoche, Tina Brunelle, Heather Cmbulter, Christine Wheeling, Kelley Hopkins, Rachel Harrington, Sara Gomez, Kerry Anne Porter, and Cindy Purcell.

  Thanks to the Bryce Evans Paranormal Society, who have helped me spread the word of my books and who keep driving me.

  A SPECIAL THANKS to the REBELS. You know who you are.

  It’s a long road but it’s worth it! We did it.

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  Blurb

  Just when Star Johnson thinks her life is starting to move forward and she can finally put the hell of her past behind her, in walk a bear shifter and a wizard who turn her world upside-down. She fights her attraction to both men with all her might, but some things are just impossible to ignore. To make things even more complicated, she discovers that she, along with her sister and brother, are part of a magical trio known as the Powerful Three.

  Jansen Vega and Banks Cohen are members of the Unit. They’re smart, strong, and very opinionated. They aren’t used to resistance, so when their destined mate, Star, refuses their attentions, they’re determined to change her mind and have things their way. As the three wind their way on an emotional, passion-filled journey, they find themselves fighting for their lives. An evil vampire is after the Powerful Three, and he is determined to find them at any cost. Jansen, Banks, and Star must find a way to come together despite their differences, if they hope to protect those that they love.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  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

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  Chapter 1

  “Do you know who I am?”

  Sullivan Grayson looked at the man in the black robe and shrugged.

  “I don’t care. Your name isn’t important, only your money. If I do this and you don’t pay me, then you’ll know who I am. You get me?” Sullivan spit at the ground, inches from the man’s shoes, then wanted to jump back when his eyes turned so red they almost glowed.

  He knew who the man was, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the difference this money could make in saving the lives of thousands of his people.

  “Ahh, I see. You only want the money. That’s good. Well now, let’s get started.” The man walked over to his vehicle as he spoke. “My name is Regis Yulson, and I’m a collector, of sorts. I collect many things, but right now I’m looking for something that many before you couldn’t find. I don’t believe in beating around the bush, so I’ll get right to it: I’m looking for the Powerful Three.”

  Sullivan snorted and scrubbed his hand over his face. “You and everyone else in the world.” He could sense the dread coming on again. He’d been feeling it ever since he got the message from Mac that someone wanted to hire him. “I’ve heard about the Powerful Three ever since I was a pup, and still nobody knows who they are or where they are. No one knows if they’ve even been born yet!”

  Regis laughed at his answer, and it gave Sullivan a prickling sensation all over his body. He’d heard about Regis Yulson and his quest to possess every supernatural artifact ever known. From what he’d heard, the vampire had a very nice collection. Rumor had it that he’d found the Seal of Solomon, which was sought after by every tomb raider. If that was true, it made him a very dangerous vampire. This man was also a historian, so it made sense that he would know all about the talisman, and what little was known of the Powerful Three. But why hadn’t he looked for them himself?

  “I understand you’re a tomb raider and a respected tracker.” Regis’s black eyes sparkled as he added, “They say you can track and find anyone, and I’m looking for three particular people.”

  “I don’t mind taking your money, Mr. Yulson, but it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. As I said before, nobody knows if the Powerful Three have even been born yet, or if they’re men or women. I don’t think I can be of any use to you.” Sullivan started to walk off.

  “But you see, I do have an idea where they are,” Regis interrupted, his voice intense.

  Sullivan stopped in his tracks and dropped his head. He knew he should’ve told Mac that he was taking a vacation, but the money had been too good to pass up.

  Sullivan turned around and faced the vampire. “You know where the Powerful Three are?” His voice was mild, and he hated that he couldn’t hide his curiosity. This man would pounce on it if he showed how much he was interested in folklore. This was the kind of thing that the Elders in his old pack would teach the pups. He’d sit and listen, while his friends snuck out every chance they got. Not him — he would rummage through all the old scrolls his grandmother had and read every myth that had been written down.

  “I’m a Seer, Mr. Grayson, and I have seen the Powerful Three. I need to know now if you will take this job. I don’t need to waste my time if you’re not interested, but if you are I will give you half the money up front, and the other half when you locate them. All I need for you to do is find them, and I will do the rest. Do we have a deal?” Regis asked.

  According to Mac, the man was going to give him one million dollars if he found the Powerful Three, and he would pay all his expenses as well. That was too much money to turn down. He could retire after this, which would allow him time to finish writing down all the myths and folklores that were known about paranormals, something no one had ever attempted before. Putting all of them in one place would finally allow people to determine wh
at was myth and what was true, and might help them to cure some of the diseases that were plaguing their people. The lives of his people depended on him getting this money. His only concern was why Yulson wanted him to find the Powerful Three. What did he want with them?

  “You only want me to locate them and then tell you where they are?” Sullivan asked curiously.

  “Yes, that is all I want you to do.”

  Yulson gave him the creeps. He’d befriended many vampires over the years, but none had been as large as Regis, who stood six feet, five inches tall. He had Roman features, with an aquiline nose and olive skin, and gave off a magical aura that worried Sullivan. The rumor was that Regis wasn’t a born vampire, but had been granted life by the King of Vampires when he’d saved a friend’s life.

  But if he was so powerful, why didn’t Regis look for the Powerful Three himself?

  “Why don’t you find them? Obviously you have the resources and money,” Sullivan asked, but the vampire ignored him. Something didn’t feel right about this. His wolf was telling him to leave now. Accepting this deal was a mistake.

  Apparently Regis knew he was about to turn him down, and sweetened the deal. “If you take this job, I’ll give you an extra five hundred thousand dollars. That will give you one point five million dollars, Mr. Grayson.”

  Sullivan closed his eyes and smiled. He stuck his hand out to shake on it, not realizing that he’d just made a deal with the devil. “I’m in, Mr. Yulson.”

  Before Sullivan could pull his hand back, Yulson turned it palm up and bit down into his wrist. Sullivan tried to knock the vampire off, but Yulson’s guards grabbed and held him while Regis sucked his blood. He couldn’t move as the vampire drained him; the wolf in him wanted to rush forward, but he was too weak from the blood loss to shift.

  Sullivan could feel his legs wobbling when Yulson let his hand go, jerking his teeth from his wrist. “When you make a deal with me, Mr. Grayson, you do it in blood. Your blood.”

  He was too shaken to resist as Yulson pulled him closer and whispered in his ear, “When the Powerful Three came to me in my visions, I couldn’t see their faces, but I could tell they were two women and a man. They live together somewhere where it snows. I saw them playing in the snow together, with a beautiful log cabin behind them. Whoever built the cabin has a lot of money; it was one of the most luxurious cabins I’ve ever seen. The rock pillars had to be brought in. It must be a billionaire’s home. That’s all I know.”

  Regis started to walk off. His guards still had ahold of Sullivan as his eyes tried to focus. The vampire had taken a lot of his blood. Yulson stopped and turned back around, blood still dripping from his teeth and mouth. “The first half of your money is in your vehicle. Don’t disappoint me, Mr. Grayson, or this will be your last adventure.”

  Sullivan rose up, trying to get his eyes to open. He looked around. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of his truck, freezing cold; apparently the guards had put him in there when he passed out. His eyes felt foggy as he blinked them several times, trying to remain conscious.

  Sitting beside him was a black suitcase and some granola bars. A gallon of orange juice accompanied the food. He grabbed it, first hoping it would clear his head. Sullivan turned the bottle up, drinking the whole container as his eyes finally started to focus.

  Shivering, he turned on his vehicle and cranked the heat up high. His neck and back were stiff as he tried to straighten up. He wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel for being so stupid. He had a blood bond with that crazy vampire now, and if he didn’t come through for him, Yulson would come after him.

  “What the fuck have you done?” Sullivan hit the dashboard, mad at letting himself be drawn into this job.

  ****

  “She sure is hitting that bag hard.” Ashland Wilder glanced over at River with a questioning look on her face. They sat in one of the workout rooms at the lodge, watching as Star worked out her frustrations on the bag. “She looks mad.”

  “Yep,” River agreed with her best friend. “I wish Star would just have sex with Banks and Jansen; maybe that would help her with the anger she’s built up. It sure helps me when I need to release some stress.” She snickered, then looked back at her sister pounding the bag. She was proud of Star. Her sister had come a long way since the day they met. She worked out all the time, and she’d started putting on some muscle. It wasn’t enough to make you stop and stare, unless you were a man. Her curves were curvier, and her attitude had changed as well. She liked the way she looked and it showed with her work-out clothes. When she first met her sister, she wouldn’t have dared to wear skimpy shorts and sports bras, but she did now and she looked great in them.

  “For some reason that just makes me laugh. It’s true, but it’s funny,” Ash giggled.

  “Hey, what are you two laughing at?” Star Johnson stopped punching the bag and looked over at her sister and their friend.

  River just waved her sister’s question away and pushed Ash over until they both lay on the floor, laughing until they cried. Once they started laughing they just couldn’t seem to stop, and the more Star pounded on that bag the louder they got.

  Star walked over and just stared at the women. “What’s so damn funny?”

  “Nothing.” River tried getting up, but fell back down on the floor, still giggling.

  Star shook her head, walked back over to the bag and started punching it harder.

  “Okay, okay. Please stop.” Ash took a deep breath and lay flat on her back, trying to calm down.

  “Uh Oh.” Ash snorted. Both the girls rose up quickly when they heard Banks walk in the room and head straight for Star. “You need to look at what you’re hitting or you’re going to hurt your hand.”

  They both watched as Star stopped hitting the bag and tilted her head sideways at him. “What did you just say?”

  River watched as Star’s voice became very calm, which should have scared Banks, but he just continued to stare at her. Then he really messed up and moved in closer, invading Star’s space. Banks Cohen was really a good man, but he was like most Alpha males, very bossy. When the call went out to all paranormal groups asking for their best to join a specialized unit, Banks was chosen and sent to Freedom, Colorado to be part of it. He was a six feet, seven inches tall and built like a mountain. It was like watching a movie play out, where the much smaller female decided to stand her ground and face off with the big bad grizzly bear like she wasn’t scared at all. Unfortunately, this movie was playing out right in front of them. To make matters worse, Banks repeated in a patronizing voice, “If you don’t look at what you’re hitting, you’re going to hurt your hand.”

  River shook her head and started to get up to intervene. She cringed when Star narrowed her eyes at him, her fists balled up at her sides. Before River could warn him, her sister jumped up and punched Banks in the face. He fell backwards against the table, blood pouring from his nose. He shook his head in confusion.

  “You mean like that?” Star bellowed, then quickly walked out of the room.

  Ash and River jumped up and hurried over to Banks, who was cussing. He held his nose as the blood poured between his fingers, splattering over his nice blue shirt and the floor. River put her hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  “What the hell is Star’s problem? I only told her she needed to look at what she was hitting or she’d hurt herself, and then she punched me in the damn nose.”

  “Yeah, we saw that. I guess you could say she was looking at what she was hitting when her fist connected with your nose.” River nudged Ash, who snickered.

  “Sorry, Banks,” River added, but she had to purse her lips so she didn’t smile, or she was going to laugh in his face. The bear shifter looked mad enough already.

  When he looked at most people, his intense blue eyes sparkled. When he looked at Star, everyone could see the sparks that flared up between them. But Star fought Banks and Jansen at every opportunity.

  Jansen Vega was a wizard fro
m the Twisters Council, also an Alpha male who was chosen to be on the Unit. River remembered the day Jansen and Banks were introduced; she could see the sparks that flew between the two men. They were both different, but if she had to say it, Jansen was a little nicer, at least compared to Banks — if there could be such a thing as a nice and sweet Alpha. He hardly ever spoke unless he was answering or asking a question. But everyone could see how much Banks and Jansen wanted Star. Their eyes lit up when she walked into a room, and followed her every move. The three of them were obviously mates, but for some reason her sister was fighting it. River couldn’t really say anything, though, because she’d fought Jonas and Reece every step of the way when she was told they were her mates.

  “What the hell is wrong with your sister?” Banks growled again, bringing River out of her thoughts. She handed him a rag to help clean him up. Star really had hit him hard.

  “I don’t know, but maybe you and Jansen could keep your distance from her for a while so she has a chance to calm down. She’s—”

  “Demented. That’s what she is. Damn woman needs her ass spanked,” Banks growled, with barely concealed fury.

  “Well now, that would require you being around her, and like I said Banks, you should just give her some space,” River pleaded. “I think she feels like she has no place here and nothing she can contribute. She wasn’t happy at the furniture store. I think Jonas is going to have her help interview some potential members so she feels like she’s doing something useful.”

  “Are you crazy? Hell, with her attitude she’ll run them off,” Banks warned.

  “Come on, Banks. She isn’t like that with others, just you and Jansen. Maybe all of you need to get in a room together and work this out.” River shrugged when Banks raised his eyebrow at her. Holding up her hands, she added, “Just a suggestion; either that or just stay away from her. Listen Banks, I know my sister, and she’s strong-willed. She had to be, growing up. Living in an orphanage most of their life does that to a person. She doesn’t like people telling her what to do, and you sound like you’re ordering her around instead of giving her some advice. Next time, if she’s hitting the bag wrong, then so what? Just let it go. Get someone else to tell her, and maybe she’ll take it better. Better yet, take a different tack with her and stop demanding that she do it a certain way. You’re way to bossy with her.”