King of Rock
Terry Bolryder
Contents
Copyright
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
Epilogue
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Also by Terry Bolryder
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1
When Beau walked into his brother’s luxurious office, he noticed Ace was anxious. Then again, when was he not?
“You okay? You need to calm down,” Beau said, folding back the leather cuffs of his jacket as he plopped into an overstuffed chair and relaxed with one long, elegant leg draped over the arm.
Ace stopped running his fingers through his tortured blond hair and gave him a freezing stare. “Right. Because relaxing is always easy for you, isn’t it? Because there isn’t anything riding on you. Because you’re the middle son.”
“The oracle has a mate for me,” Beau retorted lazily. “I’d say that’s something riding on me.”
Ace just let out another exasperated sigh and continued to pace.
“Ace…” Beau started, but his brother cut him off with a glare.
“Stop calling me that. You know my name is Axel.”
“But I like Ace,” Beau said, pouting. He stood, took a slow stretch, enjoyed the wide green lands through the window at the front of the office, and then turned to face his brother.
He caught him by the arms and made the older man look at him. Though brothers, they appeared quite different. Where his brother had sharp, almost fierce features, Beau was aptly named because he was the pretty boy of the group. But both had tall, intimidating bodies, as all lion shifters did. They were at the top of the shifter world, and they needed the size and charisma to match.
“Calm down. I’m going to take care of this. You know that, right?” Beau tried to get his brother to look him in the eye. “Besides, I’ve been looking forward to taking a mate. You know, when the right one comes along.”
His brother snorted and pushed away with a bitter laugh. “You? The playboy?”
Beau was a little disappointed by that. He hadn’t expected his brother to buy into the public persona he portrayed in his profession. Sure, he loved women, and women loved him. But he wasn’t a heartbreaker. Not on purpose. He broke hearts every time he stepped on stage, but that wasn’t his fault.
He was just that beautiful.
“And whoever it is, I’m sure the lucky lady won’t be averse to me, so that’s good,” Beau said thoughtfully, walking over to the windowsill again and sitting on it. He gazed out the window and thought about how different his homeland was to the cities he was always performing in. So much lush, untouched land here. But then again, it was a small country, mostly hidden from the world on a small island, and mostly populated with passive and active lion shifters who were locked in a secret battle for power.
And the safety of the human race.
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what’s at stake,” Ace said. “Honestly, I was hoping Cain or I would be the first to have their mate chosen. Then you could continue your… lifestyle.”
“Don’t forget this is the lifestyle you chose for me so I could have influence in high places in human society,” Beau said, referring to his status as a well-known rock star, a heartthrob who instantly filled giant arenas with screaming female fans.
“I know,” Ace said, his eyes softening. “Plus, I knew you loved music. You were always good at it.”
“You seen any of my concerts lately?” Beau asked.
Ace laughed and shook his head. “Seen one, seen ‘em all, right?”
“You’re no fun.” Beau pouted and slumped in the chair again. “So when is she coming? Or am I going there?”
“She’s coming here,” he said. “She seemed eager to meet with you on our own land. Eager to meet you in general.” He snorted and straightened his tie. “Your effect on the other gender is something else.”
Beau just shrugged. “I love the ladies, and I guess they love me.”
His brother had nothing to say to that, but Beau could see a twitch on his brother’s handsome face.
“So where’s Cain?”
“You know him,” Ace said. “Probably off somewhere racing or performing.”
“Right,” Beau said. “What extreme sport is he into these days?”
“I think motocross,” Ace said. “Hope he doesn’t kill himself.”
“Aren’t we basically immortal?” Beau asked.
“Hard to kill.” Ace corrected. “Not invincible.”
“A little bike isn’t going to hurt him, then,” Beau said. “Anyway, let’s not talk about him now.” A shiver of anticipation went up his spine. “I’m getting a mate.”
Ace nodded and continued to pace, and Beau thought about the situation and studied his feelings on it. It was something he didn’t allow himself to do very often. He preferred to stay in the moment, feel what was happening, keep with the flow.
But if he were honest, he was nervous as hell. He’d never had stage fright; he loved performing. But sitting here, knowing at any moment he’d hear who the perfect person was to spend his life with, he felt all his nerves standing on end.
What if she didn’t like him? What if it was all politically motivated? His family was in power at the moment, and if they didn’t listen to the oracle in their choice of mates, she could easily support someone else. And whoever had the oracle’s support made the rules.
He sighed and slumped deeper in the chair, letting his long legs sprawl in front of him.
“Did you have to dress like that?” his brother asked, dressed professional as always.
“You’re king of a country,” Beau retorted. “Do you always have to wear suits from off the rack?”
Ace rankled at that. “At least I look trustworthy. You look like you could rob someone.”
Beau looked down at his torn jeans, fashionable combat boots, and leather jacket over a white tee shirt with pink writing. “Hey, it’s my brand.”
“But right now, your brand should be ‘meeting the oracle,’” Ace said.
“And that’s why I’m here. Trust me. She knows who she’s matching. We’ve known her since we were little.”
The oracle was an eternal grandmother figure, living until the next oracle was born, which could be hundreds of years. She was perpetually a little old lady, though her eyes held startling youth. They were smoky gray, so light they were almost white, fringed in dark lashes.
Though he and his brothers all had the classic golden hair of a lion’s mane, the lion shifters on the island had all different manner of hair and skin colors.
Many of them left the island and went to the mainland to breed with humans or other cat shifters to send their genetics into the world.
He’d grown up around many of the females who might be an option. He couldn’t really think of any of them who wouldn’t be delighted to be his mate.
On that thought, the doors to the office swung open, and th
e oracle walked in. She was curvy and petite, her dark hair short and curly, her eyes and skin pale. She pointed a gnarled finger at Beau the moment she came in and smiled.
“You rascal,” she said.
He walked forward and picked up her hand and kissed the top of it, and she flushed, slapping his hand away.
“What are you doing teasing old ladies?” she asked, fanning her face. “Ace, tell your brother to stop.”
“Stop,” Ace said flatly, making both Beau and the oracle laugh.
“I missed you,” she said, wagging a finger. “You and your brothers had better not forget you owe me.”
“Everything,” Beau said genuinely.
“Good,” she chirped. “And as long as you handsome, strapping young men remember that, we won’t have any problems.”
She could be sweet and sassy, but Beau knew beneath that grinning exterior and finger wagging was a sharp mind and a lot of power to overturn the entire world if she wanted to. The very pinnacle of shifter existence.
Ever since she’d created the dragons, the lions had far less to do.
But while the dragons tracked down the misbehaving shifters, lions were still responsible for the opinion of shifter kind toward humanity and making sure the world all got along together.
Even if some lions didn’t want to so much.
“So much conflict on such a young face,” she said, reaching up as if to touch him.
He stood still, looking down at her, as she caught a lock of his hair in her crooked finger. She twisted it slightly, narrowing her eyes at it, and then let it go.
“Interesting,” she said.
“Hardly so young,” he said. “I’m in my thirties now, you know.”
“Ageless,” she said on a sigh, looking over him. “And far too beautiful. Nevertheless, the woman to mate you will be fortunate indeed.”
“I think so,” he joked, and her face sharpened.
“Not with that attitude.”
“I’m teasing.” He relented.
“All right.” She shook her head and took the chair Ace had pulled up for her while they were talking. “Kneel.”
“That’s it?” Beau asked, heart thumping. He’d sort of been hoping for more small talk, more verbal sparring. He’d answered his brother’s summons with the same casual nonchalance he used to live most of his life, but now that he was here and it was really happening, he felt panic welling up inside him.
And then peace as the oracle’s hand landed on his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. If I can match up dozens of damn complicated dragons, I can match you.”
“Don’t they match themselves?” he asked.
“Only according to the powers I give them,” she said. “Now shut up and close your eyes.”
He did and felt her hand on his face and then a finger pressing each of his temples.
“I see her now,” she said. “And I’m sending her to you.”
“Literally?”
“Her image, stupid,” she retorted.
He snorted, and then a vision filled his mind, as clearly as if his eyes were open and a picture was right in front of him. Her face was beautiful, vibrant, and familiar. He immediately knew where he knew her from. But would she remember him? They’d only met once, as children. Then again, as a member of the royal family, he didn’t get out with the other kids a lot.
But what was he babbling about? This was his mate. He studied his mate. Her pretty skin, her dark eyes. He could only see her face but hoped she was curvy. Hoped the soft roundness in her cheeks and forehead meant she was a bit rounded all over. He liked a woman he could handle…
“Stop,” the oracle said. “I really don’t need to hear that. And yes, she’s curvy.”
“Good,” he said with a smirk as the oracle pulled back and the vision ended.
She stood. “Well, that’s that.”
“You know her?” Ace said. “Don’t you need a name?”
She shook her head. “He has the name.”
Stacy Anderson.
Beau just stared ahead blankly as Ace thanked the oracle for her time, and the oracle placed a kiss on his cheek before leaving.
He was too stunned to speak as it sank in, the reality of it. Stacy Anderson was going to be his.
“So you know her?” Ace asked as the oracle left, the door swinging shut behind her.
Beau nodded. “Yes.”
“And you can win her?”
Beau walked to the window, hands crossed behind his back, and nodded once more. “It’s only a matter of time.”
“Well, then hurry up, because the sooner you find your mate, the sooner we can get started on ours and lock in the power of the pride with the oracle.”
Beau gave him a reassuring grin, flashing white teeth. “Don’t worry about it, Ace. I’ve got it in the bag. What woman wouldn’t want Beau Hunt, lion prince?”
2
“No,” Stacy said, looking blankly down at the tickets in her hands. “No, no, no. I’m not going.”
Her friend Lisa perched on the desk next to where Stacy now had her head plopped on her arms in despair. “You’re so lucky. Backstage passes, too. You know Angel has been trying to book Beau Hunt for the charity auction for weeks. And now you get tickets to meet him? It’s perfect.”
Stacy groaned. “No, it’s not perfect. It’s horrible.” But she couldn’t very well explain to Lisa that she knew Beau Hunt and she came from an island of lions, where he was one of the kings. Or princes. Whatever.
He was a spoiled brat whose family had caused her a lot of problems as a child, and despite his undeniable beauty and the fact that women everywhere melted into piles of sexual need at his presence, she didn’t want anything to do with him.
“You just need to see the concert. Even if you don’t like his music…”
It had nothing to do with his music. Beau had the kind of husky, sensual voice that sent rattles down anyone’s spine. His songs resonated with people, were sung by thousands. It wasn’t anything to do with that.
It was just that sneaking suspicion that his invite might have something to do with the fact that they were both from Pride Island. If he even remembered that. Then again, why else would a celebrity send her free tickets out of the blue? One she’d never talked to face to face, only seen when his family was out by her village back on the island.
Lisa turned over the envelope. “It’s addressed to you. Did you enter some sort of drawing or something?”
“Lisa, seriously. You know me. You think I would enter a drawing?”
Lisa frowned, pushing blond hair out of her face and behind her ear. She was everything Stacy wasn’t. Petite, pale, with perfect blue eyes and a skinny body with long legs. Stacy was curvy no matter what she did about it. Voluptuous basically everywhere. She had light-brown skin from her biracial heritage and regular brown eyes, plus brown hair she had chemically straightened and kept pulled into a severe ponytail basically all the time.
She liked dressing comfortably, and her job coordinating celebrity appearances with charities over the phone gave her plenty of freedom to dress however she liked.
“Angel won’t forgive you if you don’t go,” Lisa said.
“And how is she going to know?” Stacy asked, discreetly tucking the tickets in the top drawer of her desk.
“She already knows,” a voice said above them, and Stacy looked up guiltily to see Angel staring down at her. Her Jimmy Choo-clad feet were tapping the floor as she glared. “You two have been loud enough for the whole office to hear.” Her mouth split into a grin.
Angel looked nothing like her name. She always wore bright-red lipstick and black, tight clothing with tiny stiletto heels. She looked more like someone who should be making appearances rather than scheduling them.
“Beau Hunt,” Angel said. “Gold mine. Literally the top of the pile. You’re going, right?”
“I don’t want to,” Stacy whined, knowing she sounded petulant. But she wasn’t being as petty as she sounded. When she th
ought of his name, his family, she imagined the fire, the pain, the fear they’d caused. She had been young, but not too young to understand there was a cost to all that power his family insisted on taking.
“You’re going,” Angel said. “And you’re convincing him to go in our auction, or you’re fired.” Her green eyes glowed. “Can you even imagine how much he would bring in?”
For a moment, Stacy did, and with another sigh, she knew she’d be going to the concert. This charity benefit helped kids with cancer and their families, and she simply couldn’t turn down the opportunity to get Beau Hunt involved.
He liked to send donations to various charities, but he’d never agreed to a bachelor auction, not that she remembered. That was much more common for B-list celebrities. And she certainly hadn’t ever thought she’d have a chance to be face to face with him to ask.
She bit her lip. Kids with cancer versus having to meet Beau Hunt. The kids won out. There was a reason she was in this biz.
She rolled up her sleeves and sat back, staring up at her boss. “I’ll go. I’ll do it.”
Angel raised a carefully waxed eyebrow. “Perfect. I’ll be expecting a report later this week.”
Lisa looked over at her, a grin on her face. “I’m going, right?”
Stacy nodded. “I need someone to give me courage. Keep me standing.”
Lisa put up a hand. “I make no promises. Breathing the same air as Beau Hunt? I’m going to be a puddle.”
“Everyone will be,” Stacy said, exhaling. “I guess that’ll make it easier for me to step over all of you and go convince him to be part of our auction.”
“Yeah,” Lisa said dreamily, perching her chin on her slender hand, clearly not listening to anything Stacy was saying.
Beau Hunt. She’d always avoided him. Always managed to ignore him, though he popped up on the news more than any of his brothers. His face showing everywhere, reminding her of everything she didn’t want to remember.
And now she’d be one of his lackeys in a screaming mass of his fans. Would she feel the inevitable pull all women felt around him, or would she be immune? She felt an uncomfortable tingle just thinking about him. That face. That body. It was undeniable. Typical high-grade lion shifter, gifted with charisma and plenty of looks to spare. Literally born at the top.
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