Gaven: The Gaven Series, #1
By J. C. Owens
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Gaven grew up a bastard without a father...until the day his noble-born sire came to claim him, destroying his home and killing everyone around him. But Gaven's suffering has only just begun. Because his father has given him to a legendary warrior named Vlar to train him, both in battle and in bed. Both are terrifying to Gaven, as the worlds of warfare and of men loving men seem equally alien to him. Vlar, one of the infamous Finnarian race known for drinking blood, is as ruthless and powerful as he is unforgettable. Now Gaven faces a future without hope, his former life lost, given to be bonded to a frightening stranger...
Vlar is a being of legend. He is powerful and utterly without mercy. Gaven has no choice but to submit to him. But when the chance comes to flee, Gaven takes it. Only Vlar is not a man who ever gives up what is his. There is a hidden side to Vlar, the opposite of the merciless warrior so deadly with a blade. This Vlar is surprisingly caring to Gaven, training him for bonding...and that care upends everything Gaven thought he knew of the warrior. Gaven's old life has been destroyed, but Vlar may just make him a mate...if only he can survive until then.
Reader note: contains intense emotional elements and male male love
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Title Page
Copyright Warning
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
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Rainfall (Book Four)
The Taken Series
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Out of the Darkness (Book Two)
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Wings 2: Dominion of the Eth (Book Two)
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Fire and Ice (Book Two)
The Poplar Ridge Ranch Series
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The Ice Prince
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Soulseeker
The Chosen
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Farfall
The Emperor’s Wolf
Deepwater
Atone
GAVEN
The Gaven Series Book One
J. C. Owens
Etopia Press
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Gaven
Copyright © 2009 by J. C. Owens
ISBN: 978-1-949719-52-9
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First Etopia Press electronic publication: April 2020
CHAPTER ONE
I woke with a start, gasping as blood ran into my eye, stinging fiercely. I tried to move, tried to bring up a hand to touch the wound but agony stole the breath from my body, and I could only lie there, my senses gradually stirring, remembering horror.
The smell of burned wood filled my nostrils, along with more sinister scents: blood, singed flesh, and the stink of entrails. I managed to turn my head, blinking frantically to clear my sight, and my eyes widened. Blank eyes stared back at me; lips that had smiled only hours before stretched in pained rictus.
Grunting with effort, I managed to roll to my side, almost blacking out as the pain crashed over me in waves. One arm would not move, and the pulsing agony told me it was most probably broken. I worked my way closer then raised my right hand and pressed trembling fingers against the still face.
Micael…
The word shook with emotion, and I fought back unmanly tears. The skin was cold already, a sign of how long I had been unconscious. I closed eyes that stung with tears instead of blood and fought to retain thought, retain sanity.
Gritting my teeth, I fought back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. Grief was for later. Now it was time to return to the defense of our lord. I managed to make it to my knees swaying then blearily saw my sword a short distance away. I half crawled to it, my fingers closing around the hilt with difficulty.
A booted foot smashed down, wrenching the weapon out of my weak grasp and slamming it flat against the ground.
My gaze flew up, then I swallowed with difficulty as a sword point came to rest at my throat, the tip pressing into tender flesh.
Cold green eyes met mine through his helm, and I faintly recognized the second in command of the invading force, the very man I had earlier so unwisely engaged in battle, the one who had looked at me with surprise then with something that had bordered on recognition. He had laughed then, and his blow had not been to my body as I would have expected but first to my arm, before clipping me above the ear, sending me into confused darkness—
Now he stood above me, and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting for the thrust, waiting for blessed death. If he was here, then we had lost…all was lost.
His low laugh made my eyes fly open as the sword was withdrawn.
Brave boy, just like your father. I expected that.
I stared at him blankly, cradling my broken arm against my chest, breath heaving with both pain and adrenaline.
Get up.
I rose on shaking legs, almost fell as my head spun, but steadied myself with sheer determination. Damned if I would show weakness in front of this enemy.
I raised my chin without thought as I faced him, and he laughed again, making me shudder. He seemed quite mad, but then were not all Masarians crazed?
I cast a quick look around us, my jaw clenching as I realized the battle—if it could have been called a battle—was over. Those I saw standing were Masarian; all my comrades lay dead, the toll staggering. Toward the keep itself, the dead lay in piles where they had given their last breath to defend their lord. As for my lord, I saw his blue armor half lying beneath his men and gritted my teeth to forestall the sound of grief that wanted to pass my lips.
I turned eyes dark with hate upon my captor.
A small smile hovered on his lips, and the sword prodded my shoulder, forcing me to turn.
Walk.
The order was harsh, the sword poking between my shoulder blades. I stumbled ahead, darkness around the edges of my consciousness, jaw clenched against the jarring motion that made red pain flare from the arm. My gorge rose as I stepped over men I had shared feast with last night, men I had lived with all my life. Their eyes stared, bodies stiff in the positions of agony in which they had died. Blood dried upon them, flies already buzzing about their wounds, their faces…. I swallowed hard, scarcely able to form complete thoughts as to how this could have happened, or even why I still lived.
We passed through the shattered gates at last, and I was almost glad; the wind blew the smells away, the breeze cool upon my heated skin. My nausea subsided some small degree, though fear rose in its place. Nowhere could I see a survivor, only the conquerors. They were gathering useable weapons, and in places I could see them bringing out cartloads of possessions from the keep itself. I saw the great bed of my lord and turned away, biting my lip hard, then harder, as it refused to stop shaking.
At last we reached the edge of the Masarian encampment, far beyond the reach of our sling weapons. We passed through the temporary gates, and I shivered with revulsion as the press of Masarian warriors increased. They stared at me with curiosity. Several hurled questions at my captor, but he only answered with grunts that discouraged further conversation and prodded me faster.
My anger grew, part of the shock perhaps, and I desperately wanted to turn and confront him, to precipitate the death that was sure to be the result of this anyway.
Do not be stupid, pup.
The rumble of his voice chilled me utterly, as though he read my mind. I would not kill you, and it would only be humiliation. For this time at least, be sensible.
I flung a crude word at him, bitter bile in my throat, but he only chuckled and steered me toward a large tent at the center of the assembled pavilions. Two guards at the entrance raised their brows at our approach but asked no questions, only held aside the flaps of the tent. I hesitated at the threshold, but a hand pushed me within, so I half stumbled, blind in the sudden dimness. I blinked as my eyes adjusted, aware only of rich carpets beneath my feet, my boots sinking into luxurious thickness.
A man rose from where he had been sitting with several others and leisurely made his way to us. The conversations of the others stopped as they watched his progress, their eyes fastening upon me.
He was tall, this one, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, well balanced on his feet: the epitome of a warrior. Long, dark hair lay in a warrior's braid down his back. One hand casually lay on the hilt of his sword—a part of him, the long fingers unconsciously caressing the wrapped leather, the ornate metal. His eyes…I swallowed and looked down against my will. This one was leader to the very heart of him; the cold fire in those blue eyes was terrifying in its strength, the vivid coloration making them seem like blue flame.
I fought to retain courage.
So this is he?
The voice held amusement and a certain amount of anticipation that both confused me and terrified me further. A hand came and lifted