Page 1 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

PROLOGUE: ALLISON

The smell of breakfast lured Allison into the kitchen. She was excited, and her stomach growled in anticipation. Cassie didn’t make breakfast often, and Allison was always grateful when she did because a warm, cooked meal certainly beat the quick, cold cereal bar. Especially before a long shift at work.

The second Allison rounded the corner of the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, her eyes fell on Cassie’s form sitting at their small table in front of the window. Beads of sunlight filtered into the room, creating a warmth that rarely graced the home since their parents were killed in an accident.

As Allison drew closer, she noticed a box sat on the table just in front of her older sister.

“Coffee is fresh,” Cassie said as Allison reached her side. “Just made the pot.”

Allison headed directly to the pot and poured herself a cup into the mug that was sitting on the counter waiting for her. “Where’s the food?”

“In the microwave. You’re up later than usual,” she said.

Allison nodded. “You're rather pensive today. Much more than usual.”

Cassie smirked as she took a sip of her mug and then set it back down on the table. “You are right. I am.”

Allison instantly took her seat at the table and pointedly stared at the box. “Does your mood have anything to do with that?”

Her sister shrugged. “Maybe. Do you remember when we were little, we would go play in the attic and pretend like we were traveling through time?”

Allison chuckled as she recalled those fond memories from what seemed like a lifetime ago. “That was so long ago.”

Cassie nodded. “Right. I felt a bit nostalgic this morning and was going through some things in the attic. I found this box.”

“Ah,” Allison said with a dramatic hitch in her words. “A mystery unfolds.”

Cassandra, or Cassie, as she liked to be called, chuckled under her breath and slid an unsealed envelope out from underneath the box. “This is for you.”

“It’s not even my birthday,” Allison said excitedly.

She shrugged. “I had something too.”

“What did you get?” Allison asked as curiosity was starting to get the better of her.

“A key with an address to some cabin our family had. It was supposed to be given to me for my twenty-first birthday.” Cassie shrugged. “I swear I had been through everything in that attic before and never saw these until today.”

“Spooky,” Allison said.

“Read the note first,” Cassie said as Allison pulled the box closer to her.

Allison playfully pouted then pulled out the letter from the unsealed envelope. As her eyes grazed the words written across the page, she sucked in a breath.

“It’s from Mom,” Allison said as a lump suddenly appeared in her throat, cutting off her words.

Cassie nodded. “Same with mine.”

Allison cleared her throat. “My beautiful Alice, this necklace is a special heirloom. Though its beauty comes second to yours, I’m sure you will think of me when you wear it.”

“That’s all?” Cassie asked.

Allison shrugged. “I guess so. What did yours say?”

“Pretty much the same thing,” she replied.

Allison frowned and sat the letter to the side to grab the box and lift the lid. Inside laid a soft blue crystal surrounded by a prism of silver. The amulet dangled from a thin rope chain that held tiny bits of tarnish.

Allison gasped as she gently touched the amulet. “Gorgeous.”

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