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  Table of Contents

  Becoming His Monster

  !!STOP!!

  Dedication

  Also by Amelia Hutchins

  Upcoming Series

  Reading Order

  Warning

  Becoming His Monster

  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

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  About the Author

  Becoming His Monster

  by

  Amelia Hutchins

  Becoming His Monster

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  Copyright ©January1st2019 Amelia Hutchins

  ISBN: 978-0-9977201-1-2

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book in its entirety and in portions is the sole property of Amelia Hutchins.

  Becoming his Monster Copyright ©2019 by Amelia Hutchins. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author. The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials.

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  Authored By: Amelia Hutchins

  Cover Art Design: Tenaya Jayne

  Copy edited by: E & F Indie Services

  Edited by: E & F Indie Services

  Published by: Amelia Hutchins

  Published in (United States of America)

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  Read the warning below before purchasing this book.

  TRIGGER WARNING: This book includes scenes of graphic violence and sex does have scenes that might affect sensitive readers. Rape isn’t a joke, nor is it used for titillation in this book. If you know someone or have been a victim of rape yourself, get help. Don’t let this asshole get away with it because chances are, your attacker will do it to someone else. You’re not alone in this. Thousands of people are raped daily; there are hundreds of people who go free after attacking their victim because the victim is afraid to report or discuss the crime for a variety of reasons. No means no. If you or someone you know has been a victim of rape, get help. RAINN is available in many countries, and is a free confidential hotline. It is free to call and available 24/7 call

  1-800-656-HOPE

  Dedication

  This one is for everyone just trying to make it through the week without stabbing someone in the eye with a fork. Because let’s be honest, we all want to occasionally do it. Look at you, you badass, not stabbing anyone. That’s a win! And to all my girls, you know who you are. You are my rock stars. To my group; you’re my tribe. You get me.

  Also by Amelia Hutchins

  The Fae Chronicles

  Fighting Destiny

  Taunting Destiny

  Escaping Destiny

  Seducing Destiny

  Unraveling Destiny

  Unraveling Desstiny - Coming Soon

  The Elite Guards

  A Demon’s Dark Embrace

  Claiming the Dragon King

  A Guardian’s Diary

  Darkest Before Dawn

  Death Before Dawn

  Midnight Rising 2018 (Final Book)

  Monsters Series

  Playing With Monsters

  Sleeping With Monsters

  Becoming His Monster

  Last Monster Book TBA

  Upcoming Series

  Wicked Knights

  Oh, Holy Knight (Such Violent Delight Anthology)

  A Crown of Ashes

  TBA

  Reading Order

  If you’re following the series for the Fae Chronicles, Elite Guards, and Monsters, reading order is as follows:

  Fighting Destiny

  Taunting Destiny

  Escaping Destiny

  Seducing Destiny

  A Demon’s Dark Embrace

  Playing with Monsters

  Unraveling Destiny

  Sleeping with Monsters

  Claiming the Dragon King

  Oh, Holy Knight (Such Violent Delights Anthology)

  Becoming his Monster

  Warning

  This book is dark. It’s sexy, hot, and intense. The author is human, as you are as well. Is the book perfect? It’s as perfect as I could make it. Are there mistakes? Probably, then again, even New York Times top published books have minimal mistakes because like me, they have human editors. There are words in this book that won’t be found in the standard dictionary, because they were created to set the stage for a paranormal-urban fantasy world. Words such as ‘sift’, ‘glamoured’, and ‘apparate’ are common in paranormal books and give better description to the action in the story than can be found in standard dictionaries. They are intentional and not mistakes.

  About the hero: chances are you may not fall instantly in love with him, that’s because I don’t write men you instantly love; you grow to love them. I don’t believe in instant-love. I write flawed, raw, caveman-like assholes that eventually let you see their redeeming qualities. They are aggressive, assholes, one step above a caveman when we meet them. You may not even like him by the time you finish this book, but I promise you will love him by the end of this serie
s.

  About the heroine: There is a chance, that you might think she’s a bit naïve, or weak, but then again who starts out as a badass? Badasses are a product of growth and I am going to put her through hell, and you get to watch her come up swinging every time I knock her on her ass. That’s just how I do things. How she reacts to the set of circumstances she is put through, may not be how you as the reader, or I as the author would react to that same situation. Everyone reacts differently to circumstances and how Magdalena responds to her challenges, is how I see her as a character and as a person.

  I don’t write love stories: I write fast paced, knock you on your ass, make you sit on the edge of your seat wondering what happens next books. If you’re looking for cookie cutter romance, this isn’t for you. If you can’t handle the ride, un-buckle your seatbelt and get out of the roller-coaster car now. If not, you’ve been warned. If nothing outlined above bothers you, carry on and enjoy the ride!

  Becoming His Monster

  Death wasn’t my ending. It was merely my beginning. Sometimes you had to break everything down to bare bones; you had to destroy everything you were to become what you were created to be. I’m me, only better. Lena Fitz-Motherfucking-Gerald.

  Chapter 1

  My eyes slowly slid from the storm brewing above us back to the charred remains of the club. Club Chaos was nothing more than a gutted-out shell of the once glorious nightclub. I’d watched Lucian set fire to it, his midnight eyes reflecting the flames that burned within his soul before he’d turned, walking away from it. They’d loaded the covens into waiting buses, moving them to Spokane, into the newly remodeled Guild.

  It hurt, watching them mourn me as they assumed I was still buried in that nameless grave next to Joshua’s. Lucian hadn’t burned the club down because he’d had to; no, he’d burned it to the ground because he’d wanted to. They mourned who I had been, and I mourned her as well.

  It didn’t matter, though, because I wasn’t that girl anymore. I mourned what I had once been, but I wasn’t upset to let that girl go. She’d been weak, selfless, and unable to take the reins on her own life—but I could now. I wasn’t held back anymore; my emotions didn’t hold sway over the choices I made anymore. It was freeing to not care, not having to consider others when I made a choice. But it didn’t change the sadness I knew I should feel at watching them mourn me.

  Mourning her. Not me.

  “Do you feel that?” Joshua asked, interrupting my internally fucked-up thoughts. His eyes slowly settled on the rubble of the club and a slow whistle escaped his full lips. “That’s eventful.”

  “I feel it, whatever it is, it’s heading right towards us,” I announced, turning away from the pile of bricks and debris that had once been the only thing standing between us and certain doom.

  “Not towards us, Lenny. It’s following the sweet scent of witchlings, right to the Guild,” he corrected as he pushed a strand of hair that had fallen into my face away, tucking it behind my ear. My eyes darted behind him to where the others like us stood, silently awaiting orders. “This isn’t our fight anymore.”

  “It may not be our fight, but it is our bloodline they seek to destroy. I’m not going to watch them feed on our coven, brother. You don’t have to come,” I said when a muffled sound of agreement erupted behind us. “I can handle it on my own.”

  “Of course I do,” he shot back, irritable that I’d even consider leaving him out of the fight. His dead eyes held mine in silent rebuke as he shuffled his feet and slipped his hands into the pockets of the jeans he wore. “You and I, Lenny, we’re in this shit together now, sis. Me and you against the world, right?”

  “Yes, but it isn’t their fight. They’re not blood, and I’m pretty sure that whatever he is, he can kill pretty much anything. Maybe even us, which makes this high-risk and not their fight. I’m going with or without you, now. They’re moving faster as if they scent blood in the air. The choice is theirs to make, but I’m leaving,” I said, vanishing into thin air after one last look at the burnt-out remnants of Club Chaos.

  I materialized on the side of an abandoned building in downtown Spokane. I slowly scanned the Guild, noting that even in the blackout of the entire Pacific Northwest, lights burned brightly from within. It was a beacon in the endless darkness that had consumed our area, a hope for those who weren’t strong enough to stand against what was left of this world.

  We remained far enough away to be undetected by the creatures that helped the covens depart the buses and navigate the street to the tall steps of the Guild. I waited in silence as I let my body become one with the shadows, allowing them to absorb a part of me as I watched the deadly beings that had now become a part of this world.

  “You’re not alone anymore,” Joshua said, pulling me back from the edge of a building to where he and the others stood, awaiting orders. “Get your hood up. He won’t let you go if he sees you, and no matter what you think, you’re not ready for them to see you yet. You’re not mentally ready to face him or our mother. Unless you’re ready for them to know you’re back from the grave. You died, remember?” he scoffed.

  “I didn’t really die,” I shrugged as I watched Lucian’s tall frame emerge from one of the buses. I swallowed hard, taking in his hard, muscled form with an ache that shouldn’t even be there lodged in my throat. “I just ceased to be human.”

  “To them, Lenny, you did. Lucian raged for weeks, and now you’re about to pop up on his radar again. He’s going to demand answers you cannot explain yet. He’s going to expect you to be the same girl you were, and that version of you is dead. It’s going to be like you felt when I told you who I was inside the cabin. He still sits beside your grave and silently stares at it, which means he’s still grieving you. You wanted to know what he is; this is going to destroy you figuring it out without interfering in that.”

  “It isn’t me he sits beside that grave visiting, it’s her. It’s always been her he wanted. I just happened to be her fucking shell. I’m pretty sure he may be shocked at my sudden return from the grave, but I also think it’s what I house inside of me that he will crave. Not so much my flesh or that I am still here. And we have a plan, Joshua, stick to it. I want answers; they have them inside the Guild. Can you do that?”

  “You know I can, Lenny. Do you think the runes will hold them long enough for us to save them?” he asked, changing the subject to the matter at hand.

  “I think they will, but not for too long. You’ll need to be gone when they fail because I doubt they’ll fuck around long enough to see whose side of this war we are on. We need a distraction to be able to get close enough to them, but also to disturb the air enough to see the creatures when they get here. I can feel them, they’re close.”

  “Music works, yeah?” Brandon drawled, his Southern accent thicker than normal. It tended to rise when fear etched into his youthful face. “I can find enough stereos to cause static and disrupt the air enough to see them fuckers. You reckon they’ll give pause with the music long enough to let us get close enough to lay down the rune stones?” he asked.

  “I think if they come at us, a certain little sister of mine can give them pause. I don’t fancy dancing with the devil that can end whatever we’ve become.” Joshua watched me, testing my readiness to do what was needed if the situation called for it. The others didn’t know I’d planned to get captured to ferret out answers, nor did they need to know.

  “Whatever it takes,” I uttered beneath my breath as I stared at the man who had once been my lover. Anger rushed through me as the carnal memories replayed in my mind. Joshua’s words registered in my mind amongst the chaos, and I snorted. Whatever we’d become? No one really knew what or why we’d survived our deaths. Only that we no longer held mortal souls. We were soulless, and yet we had somehow clung to life without them. Joshua had recanted his own end, and I’d listened, more confused than I’d been, which had sent us searchi
ng for answers that weren’t forthcoming. It had been why I’d known taking my life wouldn’t be my ending.

  Joshua had told me his own tale inside that cabin, and I’d left knowing that no matter what happened, I’d come back. That I would always come back. The issue was, I wasn’t the same, and I felt it all the way to my bones.

  “We’re out of time,” I announced as the air shifted and the creatures on the stairs leading into the Guild paused, sensing trouble brewing. Brandon vanished to start his tasks, and I waited, watching Synthia and Ryder as they directed the witches into the building that was heavily warded. Those wards pulsed and glowed against the sunset that rose and bathed the world in a pink and purple shade of beauty.

  Lucian stepped away from the others. His expensive suit had been exchanged for jeans and a tight-fitting shirt that hugged his body like a lover’s caress. Muscles bunched against it with every subtle move of his powerful frame. His black hair was tied behind his neck, and a touch of stubble covered his strong jawline. Black, unfathomable depths of midnight scanned the parking lot where the last of the buses had just pulled in to drop off the last of the witches. I swallowed hard as those midnight eyes moved in my direction, scanning the darkened shadows where we hid, and tugged at something I’d thought I’d managed to kill when I’d taken my life.

  I pulled the cloak up tightly around my face, pulling the faceguard up as I did. My weapons lined my back, weapons I’d trained with until exhaustion claimed me night after night. From morning until night, I trained to learn what I had become, to test the limits of this new, improved body. And every night when the sun set behind the mountains, I lay in bed, dreaming of those midnight eyes and the secrets they held.