Wreck (The Triton Chronicles #1)

By Alyssa Rose Ivy

Cade Daly is already a king, but he’s about to be offered the throne of an entirely different kingdom.

Bird shifter Cade rules the supernatural world of the West Coast of the U.S. Sure, it isn’t the biggest kingdom, but the job comes with perks and doesn’t take much work. Yet, he’s getting restless, so he heads under water when he receives a summons from the Triton King.

Marigold Tidal is ready to be crowned queen. She’s spent years preparing to take the Triton throne. So why is her uncle offering the job to a cocky bird shifter? And more importantly, why does she find him so infuriatingly attractive?

Tempers flare and red hot chemistry brews as Cade and Marigold find themselves in a battle neither saw coming.

*New Adult Paranormal Romance – Part of the Chronicles/Pteron world*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alyssa Rose Ivy
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463093894

Alyssa Rose Ivy

Alyssa Rose Ivy is the bestselling author of more than fifty novels with over one million books sold worldwide. She loves to weave stories with romance and humor, and she is best known for writing about college boys with wings. After surviving law school and earning her masters in library science, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. She lives in Alabama with her two children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.Series by Alyssa Rose IvyThe Chronicles- New Adult Paranormal and Fantasy Romance-The Crescent Chronicles-The Empire Chronicles-The Dire Wolves Chronicles-The Allure Chronicles-The Forged Chronicles-The Grizzly Brothers Chronicles-The Pteron Chronicles-The Heart Chronicles-The Triton ChroniclesOther Paranormal/Fantasy/Dystopian Romance- Full Moons- The Corded Saga- Willow Harbor- Vampire Emails- Lunar Academy-Ghostly ShadowsYA Fantasy Romance-The Afterglow TrilogyNA/Mature YA Science Fiction Romance-Half LightContemporary Romance/ Romantic Comedy-The Hazards Series-Clayton Falls-The Mixology Series-Life After FallingVisit me on the web at:http://www.alyssaroseivy.comwww.facebook.com/AlyssaRoseIvytwitter.com/AlyssaRoseIvyhttps://www.instagram.com/alyssaroseivy/Sign up for my new release newsletter: http://eepurl.com/ktlSj

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Cade

W hat the hell? I tried to shake off the remaining hold of sleep and the hangover that was close to setting in. How much did I drink the night before? It takes a lot to get a Pteron drunk, and I’d definitely been drunk. But how drunk was the question .

Hell has nothing to do with this. The tiny woman standing at the foot of my bed tapped her foot impatiently. Tiny pixie. This was definitely a pixie. I’d known one before, and she was a spitfire. I knew better than to underestimate her size.

Uh, great. But what are you doing in my room? It wasn’t the first time a girl I didn’t know had been in my room, but I was positive I hadn’t slept with this one. I hadn’t been that drunk, and pixies really weren’t my type.

I have an urgent message for you. Well, not a message as much as a summons. She patted a messenger bag she wore slung across her body. It was a black bag with silver and gold stars hand drawn all over it, but not in a child-like way, in a really cool, might actually be something a designer came up with, kind of way.

A summons? I sat up in bed, careful not to let the blanket fall below my waist. I slept naked and didn’t want to give the pixie an eyeful.

Yes. From the Triton King himself. She raised her chin.

The Triton King? That was a new one. I mean I’d heard the term before, but only in the supernatural history books.

Yes. She held out a small blue envelope. Here you go.

Uh, could you bring it closer? I was asking for her sake as well as mine.

Oh. Sure. She walked over and handed it to me.

Okay. Thanks. I waited for her to leave.

She seemed to understand my hesitation. I’ll wait. I’m sure you will want a guide.

A guide? I rubbed my eyes. Maybe I was dreaming this whole thing. I’d had stranger dreams before.

Open the envelope. It should answer all your questions. She gestured at the blue paper with her hand.

I’m not sure I want my questions answered.

How could you not want your questions answered? She adjusted the strap of her bag. Everyone wants their questions answered.

I want to go back to sleep. I rubbed my forehead. I wasn’t ready to get up yet.

She pointed to the analog clock on the far wall. It’s close to noon.

So?

You’re a king. Shouldn’t you be up doing king stuff?

King stuff? I felt a smile creep across my face. Is that what you call it?

Is there another way you’d like me to refer to it?

Do you work for the Triton King? Did he have personal messengers? Maybe that was something I should invest in.

Me? She put a hand to her chest. Are you kidding?

No. I mean you showed up here with a message from him, so it doesn’t seem like a huge jump to think that you work for him. It wasn’t a short trip if she was really bringing me a message straight from under the water.

Nope. I’m a Pixie for hire. She pulled out a card. Feel free to recommend me to any of your friends and associates.

I took the card and looked at it. Well hello, Morgan. No assignment too burdensome or personal?

Nope. I take my job seriously.

How did you end up in this business?

Oh. The usual way.

Suppose I don’t know what the usual way a pixie would get into the courier business.

It’s what my family has been doing for years… you have to have a medallion.

A medallion? I stretched. Maybe I’d learn something new from my visitor.

Sure. A medallion. It keeps there being too many pixie messengers running around. Kind of like the way they regulate the taxis in New York City.

You’ve been to New York? I tried to imagine my little visitor running around the Big Apple.

Of course I’ve been to New York. She put a hand on her hip. You think I’ve been delivering messages to the supernatural sorts for this long and haven’t been to New York?

Uh oh. I’d offended her. Sorry. I was just asking.

And I’m sorry. She let her hands fall to her sides. You may be my future customer. I should be more careful.

Also, I’m a king. I figured I should throw that in there for good measure.

Yes. Technically you are.

Technically? This I had to hear.

Well, you got it as a thank you gift of sorts.

Okay, that's enough of that conversation. Technically she was right, but what did the specifics matter? I had been given the position; that’s what counted. Let me see what this message says.

I broke the seal on the envelope and started to open it: immediately water poured out. I mean poured out. All over. Seeping through the sheets onto me. I jumped from the bed. So much for saving the pixie from an eyeful. What the hell is this? I closed the envelope.

Just read it. If she was bothered by my nakedness, she didn’t show it.

Will that happen again if I open it? I wasn’t in the mood to flood my entire house.

No. It only happens once. She put a hand on one of the posts of my bed. Come on now. We don’t have all day.

Normally I’d have given her an attitude for being so disrespectful, but I kind of liked her audacity. I trusted her and opened the envelope again. I pulled out a damp sheet of brown paper. It was a mess of ink until the ink started to swirl and actual words started to appear.

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To Cade Daly, Pteron King of California.

Your appearance is required.

The Ocean. Sunday 4:00.

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Ordered by the King of the Tritons.

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Uh, what? I stared at the paper. First, they’d gotten my title wrong. It was the west coast, not just California, but that was beside the point.

What does it say? Morgan came around to look at the sheet of paper. What’s the problem? That’s perfectly clear.

Perfectly clear? I watched her face, waiting for her to laugh because she had to be joking.

It’s a summons. You show up.

I show up at the ocean? Because that’s a specific location?

Yes. Her expression was pretty much blank.

What ocean? Ever think about that? Last time I checked there was more than one.

Well, from here I’d suggest the Pacific. Technically you could get on a plane and head to the Atlantic if you prefer. You were just mentioning New York. But it doesn’t matter. They all connect as one.

Wait. So you were being serious? This really means go to an ocean at 4:00 on Sunday?

Well, you can’t just go to the ocean. You will have to go in it.

Yeah… I don’t really do oceans. I’m a Pteron. I fly. I itched to release my wings, but I was already naked in front of this pixie. I didn’t need to add my wings into the mix.

Well, evidently it’s expected that you do an ocean this time.

No one can order me around. Not even other kings. Plenty had tried, particularly one annoying one located in New Orleans.

I wouldn’t mess with the King of the Tritons if I were you.

Mess with? Who said mess with? He’s the one sending me messages that soak my bed. I eyed the wet sheets again.

It will dry.

I found my underwear on the floor and stepped into them. Might as well at least take care of my nakedness.

I’ve already seen you naked now. I don’t see why you are bothering to get dressed.

She yawned. That had better not have been a statement. I knew I was a good specimen in that department.

Because I don’t actually like being naked in front of you.

You are a shifter. I thought shifters were totally fine with nudity.

I’m a Pteron, not a wolf. Thank God for that. Pterons descended from birds, although now we only shifted into a mostly humanoid form. A humanoid form with large, powerful wings we could release or retract.

Still. Plus, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your package is of very adequate size.

Package. Okay. That’s enough. And I'm more than adequate size. Not that I cared about defending myself to a pixie.

I can’t say I’ve seen all that many Pterons naked, but—

I didn’t wait for her to finish. Wait. You’ve seen other Pterons naked? This pixie was getting more and more interesting.

Yes. Yes I have. She smiled.

Okay, you know what? I don’t want to know anything about that. I did though. I wanted to know who it was, especially since there weren’t all that many Pterons around. But I wouldn’t give her the pleasure of knowing she had piqued my interest.

You were the one who asked.

I didn’t really ask. I found a shirt and pulled it on. Next I needed to find pants. Pants were important. I was just surprised.

Okay. That isn’t really of issue. I have seen to it that you have received your summons. You understand the terms and what you need to do.

I’m not going to just get in the ocean on Sunday at 4:00. That was ludicrous.

Oh, yes you are.

I’m not. That’s insane.

I need you to confirm you understand so I can leave. She tapped her sandal clad foot.

I understand. But I’m not going. I eyed a pair of khakis halfway under my bed and picked them up.

You have to go.

Why do you care? Aren’t you paid for delivering the message? I stepped into the pants. Okay, I was now presentable.

Yes. She nodded.

Then why does it matter to you if I go or not?

Because what was the point of delivering the message if you aren’t going to go?

Does there have to be a point? My head started to pound. I needed to find some water. I eyed the wet sheets. Fresh water. Not everything has a point.

You want to go. Trust me.

Because I don’t want to mess with this guy? I wasn’t letting some sea king worry me.

Also, because of what he has to say.

You know what he has to say? Now this was news.

Not exactly. But I know he wants to talk about something of value.

Something of value? Okay, this changed things. I might get something out of the deal.

I don’t know the details, so don’t press. But that’s what the talk is.

So I just get in the ocean? Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. There wasn’t much going on at work at the moment, hence how I could sleep until noon.

Yes. Just get in the ocean. You’ll get where you need to be.

I thought about it. Could it really hurt to check it out? Yes. It could hurt. I could end up dead, or a host of other possibilities. But could I really handle going forward without knowing what this thing of value was?

Fine. I’ll go. Nope, I couldn’t ignore it. I was going to be taking a dip in the ocean Sunday at four.

Great. Her face lit up. If you want, I could meet you there.

Is that generally part of the package? You accompany the person or whatever?

No. I’m offering this on my personal time.

"Dare