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  Alpha’s Mate

  A Steamy PNR Shifter and Fantasy Romance Collection

  Hot Shifters Book 3

  Copyright © 2020 by Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved

  I write super steamy shifter paranormal romance and urban fantasy reverse harem romance. My goal is to fulfill all your fantasies at once!

  This collection contains The Spell of Five: Luck’s Hollow Urban Fantasy Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance, Alpha’s Christmas Virgin: A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance, Bought By The Beasts: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance, Alpha’s Harvest Virgin: A Thanksgiving Wolf Shifter Romance, Alpha in a Pear Tree: A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance, Full Moon Trial: Reverse Harem Urban Fantasy Romance & The Pack’s Downfall: A Silver Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance.

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  Table of Contents

  The Spell of Five

  A Luck’s Hollow Urban Fantasy Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

  Prologue

  Keira

  Chapter 1

  Keira

  Chapter 2

  Keira

  Chapter 3

  Keira

  Chapter 4

  Connor

  Chapter 5

  Keira

  Chapter 6

  Keira

  Chapter 7

  Keira

  Chapter 8

  Ronan

  Chapter 9

  Keira

  Chapter 10

  Keira

  Chapter 11

  Tavish

  Chapter 12

  Seth

  Chapter 13

  Keira

  Chapter 14

  Tavish

  Chapter 15

  Keira

  Chapter 16

  Ronan

  Chapter 17

  Ronan

  Chapter 18

  Keira

  Chapter 19

  Connor

  Chapter 20

  Seth

  Chapter 21

  Seth

  Chapter 22

  Keira

  Chapter 23

  Keira

  Chapter 24

  Keira

  Epilogue

  Keira

  Extended Epilogue

  Keira

  Alpha’s Christmas Virgin

  A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Chapter 1

  Cole

  Chapter 2

  Ava

  Chapter 3

  Ava

  Chapter 4

  Cole

  Chapter 5

  Ava

  Chapter 6

  Cole

  Chapter 7

  Ava

  Chapter 8

  Cole

  Chapter 9

  Ava

  Chapter 10

  Ava

  Chapter 11

  Ava

  Chapter 12

  Ava

  Chapter 13

  Cole

  Chapter 14

  Cole

  Chapter 15

  Ava

  Chapter 16

  Cole

  Chapter 17

  Ava

  Chapter 18

  Cole

  Chapter 19

  Ava

  Chapter 20

  Ava

  Epilogue

  Cole

  Extended Epilogue

  Ava

  Bought By The Beasts

  Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

  Chapter One

  Olivia

  Chapter Two

  Olivia

  Chapter Three

  Axel

  Chapter Four

  Kace

  Chapter Five

  Olivia

  Chapter Six

  Finn

  Chapter Seven

  Zane

  Chapter Eight

  Olivia

  Chapter Nine

  Axel

  Chapter Ten

  Zane

  Chapter Eleven

  Kace

  Chapter Twelve

  Finn

  Epilogue

  Olivia

  Extended Epilogue

  Olivia

  Alpha’s Harvest Virgin

  A Thanksgiving Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Chapter One

  Anya

  Chapter Two

  Anya

  Chapter Three

  Raul

  Chapter Four

  Anya

  Chapter Five

  Raul

  Chapter Six

  Anya

  Chapter Seven

  Anya

  Chapter Eight

  Raul

  Chapter Nine

  Anya

  Chapter Ten

  Anya

  Chapter Eleven

  Anya

  Chapter Twelve

  Raul

  Chapter Thirteen

  Anya

  Chapter Fourteen

  Anya

  Chapter Fifteen

  Raul

  Epilogue

  Anya

  An Alpha in a Pear Tree

  A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Chapter One

  Marilyn

  Chapter Two

  Marilyn

  Chapter Three

  Marilyn

  Chapter Four

  Melchior

  Chapter Five

  Melchior

  Chapter Six

  Melchior

  Chapter Seven

  Marilyn

  Chapter Eight

  Marilyn

  Chapter Nine

  Marilyn

  Chapter Ten

  Marilyn

  Chapter Eleven

  Melchior

  Chapter Twelve

  Marilyn

  Chapter Thirteen

  Melchior

  Chapter Fourteen

  Marilyn

  Full Moon Trial

  Reverse Harem Urban Fantasy Romance

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  The Pack’s Downfall

  A Silver Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Chapter One

  Tamir

  Chapter Two

  Kenzie

  Chapter Three

  Kenzie

  Chapter Four

  Kenzie

  Chapter Five

  Tamir

  Chapter Six

  Kenzie

  Chapter Seven

  Tamir

  Chapter Eight

  Tamir

  Chapter Nine

  Kenzie

  Chapter Ten

  Tamir

  Chapter Eleven

  Kenzie

  Chapter Twelve

  Tamir

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kenzie

  Epilogue

  Tamir

  Here’s a preview of Alpha Ever After

  The Spell of Five

  A Luck’s Hollow Urban Fantasy Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance

>   Book 3 in the Standalone but Connected Series

  Copyright © 2019 by Casey Morgan

  All Rights Reserved

  Prologue

  Keira

  Manny slammed the door right in front of me. I halted in my tracks and stared at him. He wasn’t much taller than me. If it came to a fight, I could probably win my way out of this.

  The were cleared her throat. “Manny, you want me to go?” she asked, in the typically low-pitched voice of a were.

  He didn’t move from his position in front of me but glanced over to her. “Yes, Cindy. Thank you,” he said calmly. With her he was all politeness.

  I moved back a bit, so she could fit by me. Her frame was bulkier than mine was, typical for a were, and I knew they liked their space. I could fight Manny, but I probably couldn’t win against this girl. She rudely fluffed her hair in my face and left our apartment.

  Manny shut the door behind her, making sure I couldn’t follow. He turned to look me in the eyes. “We are going to sit down and talk about this,” he ordered.

  I raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. He was still only clad in his boxer shorts. “Really?” I asked, all sarcasm. “You want to talk about this? You’re lucky I haven’t tried to blast your head off.”

  Manny cringed a little bit. He was lousy with magic, barely even a warlock, but he didn’t drop my gaze. The truth was that though I was a better witch than he was, I was rusty with magic and hadn’t bothered to do a spell in years. But I’m sure it would come back to me if needed.

  “Keira, have a seat.”

  His tone changed to pleading, so I decided to comply. I would let him get his excuses out, see what foolishness he could come up with to justify cheating on our five-year relationship, and then I would leave. Just as I had planned to earlier when I came home to find him with a Were bitch sucking his dick.

  I seated myself primly on our green velvet couch and looked around. I wondered if I could convince him to give me the apartment. It was so hard to find something affordable in New York City. The day’s mail was stacked on the coffee table close by. I picked up the large envelope on top and opened it. It was a wedding invitation.

  “Keira? Keira, are you listening to me?” Manny had been droning on in the background for some time.

  I nodded but didn’t look up at him. The truth was that I felt numb. Five years and I come home to that? I had loved this man. He was a bit of a pushy dick and liked to have his way a lot, but I had accepted that. I had supported him through the hard times and cheered him up when he was sad. This relationship had been a lot of work, which I had gladly put into it, and now all that work was gone.

  “Really, Honey. It will never happen again. I promise,” Manny was on his knees, trying to get me to look up at him.

  I ignored him and read over the invitation in my hands. Grandpa Burt was getting married again. Cool. I had a lot of fond memories of Grandpa Burt. He helped my mom raise me after my dad died. But a few years ago, he had moved back to Ireland and I hadn’t seen him since. I thought of his warm smiling face and how he always supported me in my dreams. He was one of the few people who were excited when I told them that I wanted to be a fashion writer. He had even bought me my first computer.

  Sensing that I wasn’t listening, Manny started stomping around the apartment. “You will just have to get over this, Keira,” he argued. “It’s really not the big deal that you are making it out to be. Why wont you listen to me, honey?!”

  “Grandpa Burt is getting married,” I told him, interrupting his tirade.

  Manny stopped in his tracks. “In Ireland?”

  “Yes, in Luck’s Hollow.”

  “That’s a great idea, baby!” he cooed. “Let’s go to Ireland and go to the wedding together. That will make everything better.”

  That will not make everything better!

  I looked up and took in his scrawny form and his bland eyes. How did I ever think this guy was worth it?

  “I’ll go to Ireland…alone,” I breathed.

  His face immediately turned red. He was mad; furious like a toddler who didn’t get his way. “Like hell you are!” he snapped. He grabbed the invitation out of my hands and ripped it into pieces. “If we don’t go together, you don’t go!”

  I was done.

  I stood up to face him. “I think you should leave now, Manny,” I said, keeping my voice even and calm.

  He rolled his eyes and laughed at me. “What are you going to do, Keira?” he teased. “You’re too rusty to pull off a blast spell.”

  I reached into my purse and pulled out my can of mace. Sometimes you didn’t need a spell. I put my finger on the trigger and raised the can to Manny’s face.

  “Leave now,” I ordered. “And leave your keys. You don’t live here anymore, Manny.”

  His face turned pale. “Okay. Okay, Keira.” He backed up, grabbed his clothing that was strewn on the floor and headed towards the door while pulling his jeans on. “Really baby, you are making too much of this.”

  I followed him, keeping the mace poised in front of me.

  “Let’s talk later when you’ve calmed down some, eh?” he begged when he was out in the hallway. “I’ll call…”

  I shut the door in his face and locked it.

  That’s when the tears came. Five years! Five years of love and devotion and it ended with a whimper.

  I walked back into the living room alone. The pieces of Grandpa Burt’s wedding invitation were scattered all over the floor. I picked them up and pieced them back together. It must be a rushed wedding, it was scheduled for only a week away. I could use seeing my loving and supportive Grandpa. A ticket to Ireland this quick wasn’t going to be cheap but I had a little bit in savings.

  Determined to go and brighten up my life, I opened up my laptop and started looking for flights.

  Chapter 1

  Keira

  Christmas lights were wrapped around the trees of the courtyard. Most of them were evergreens, so the clear lights mixed with the green of the leaves and some red ribbons that had been laced through the branches, giving the Wedding décor a Christmassy look. Christmas itself was still a few weeks away and it was an unusually dry winter season for Southern Ireland. Or so I was told.

  There was no snow. There were occasional bouts of rain, enough to coat the streets and fill the gutters of the houses and shops in Luck’s Hollow, but no snow. It was odd, the locals told me. But it worked out for the wedding. The courtyard was dry and clear.

  Taking the ride to the village from the Cork Airport, we passed miles and miles of rolling hills, sheep herds and quaint farm houses. The drive had seemed long. I mean, it was scenic, don’t get me wrong, but I lived in New York. I thought going to stores outside of a two-block radius was too much travel.

  The courtyard of the Hennessey House, where the reception was taking place, was large. The cobblestones had been swept clean. Evergreen wreaths lined the walls and the doors in and out of the pub and the bed and breakfast proper. The proprietors of the house walked around and greeted guests. The elves, Ryan and Brody, would occasionally cast a few spells for the amusement of the kids. They were jokers, so they would toss fireballs to each other or make their brother’s hair float. Even though it was all in good fun, the other owner Shanna, who was one of my cousins by grandpa’s new marriage, looked annoyed.

  Hennessey House, bed and breakfast, was a small inn that had been owned by the Hennessey family of elves for years, maybe even centuries. It was a large cottage looking building made of rough stone mortared together with red wooden accents on the window frames and doors.

  Along with the wedding decorations, the whole area looked like a post card or a Christmas card. It was the perfect wedding location. Not that I was jealous. Well, maybe I was a little jealous. But Grandpa Burt was a kind man. He deserved all of this. He deserved to be happy and in love.

  I deserved to be happy too, but at the moment I wasn’t feeling it. It was hard to attend a wedding alone. But I di
dn’t have much choice. The invitation for Grandpa Burt’s wedding came right after I dumped my boyfriend of five years, Manny, for cheating on me with a werewolf. Manny promised to end the cheating, but the trust was gone, and it was time to move on. So, the wedding was an excuse for me to get away from Manny and out of the apartment we shared.

  Don’t get me wrong, my granddad was great and all, but flying all the way to Ireland? Not exactly something you do on my salary as a writer. Fortunately, I had a little money saved. And various members of my family urged me to go. “See the homeland”, they said. “You’ll love it,” they said.

  So, I was here, trying to enjoy myself and get used to being alone. Not that I wanted to be alone. In fact, I was already ready to get Manny out of my head and move on to my first rebound fling. I bought a clingy little red dress for the occasion that hugged my curves and a white faux fur wrap to help me keep warm in the chilly Irish air. I looked and felt sexy, I just needed to get the attention of one of the hot guys roaming around the wedding and make sure we weren’t related.

  Meeting the relatives was a bit of a whirlwind. There was just an endless supply of Irish faces and some American. Cousin this and that, married to him or her. Wait, did she just say both her husbands? Nah, that can’t be right. I must be jet lagged. I shook more hands and heard more names than I could remember, but after meeting me, everyone would go back to their dates and I was left alone; again and again.

  A band of sprites flew up, introduced themselves to the reception party and started a joyful Irish jig. The little men with sparrow like wings flew in patterns as they played the fiddle, the flute, and the drums. Most of the guests danced, including my grandfather and his new wife Honora.

  They were an adorable couple, with a heart wrenching story. They had been childhood sweethearts. But when Granddad went to Dublin, Honora’s brother, Ailbe McDonnell lied to her and told her that he was gone for good. Ailbe kept Honora locked up at his family farm, keeping her from contacting Grandpa Burt. Thinking his first love was no longer interested, my grandfather moved to America and met my grandmother. Their marriage was blissful, but when grandma passed away, Grandpa moved back to the homeland. My new cousin Mila came to Ireland looking for her roots and ended up connecting Grandpa Burt with Honora and they were free to love again.

  Feeling wistful and longing to find a love of my own, I looked up and noted one of the elves working the wedding. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. He was one of the rare elves that had dark brown hair and amber eyes, but he had the same strikingly beautiful features and gently pointed ears that the other elves at the party had.