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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  About Terra’s Victory

  Praise for the Destiny’s Trinities series

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  More MMF Ménage Vampire Romance by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  About the Author

  Other books by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  Copyright Information

  About Terra’s Victory

  If the one she loves stays with her, Earth itself will be in danger.

  Beth, Lindal and Zack are frantically directing the last phase of the war against the Grimoré when Lindal’s father, the king of the elven world, demands Lindal return home to take up his predestined role, never to return to Earth. If Lindal refuses, the elves may withdraw their badly-needed fighting forces.

  Meanwhile, as the trinities work to defeat the Grimoré and their vampeen minions, questions rise. What will happen to the trinities when the war is over? What if the bonding ceases to hold them together?

  No matter what, Beth and her trinities must bring victory to the people of Terra against an enemy that threatens to destroy everyone and leave the world barren and lifeless….

  Is this the end of the bonding…?

  This is the seventh and final book in Tracy Cooper-Posey’s explosive urban fantasy series that reviewers have called sexy, dramatic and dangerous. Grab your copy today!

  Warning: This full length MMF vampire romance novel features two super-hot alpha heroes, multiple sex scenes, including anal sex, MM sexual play, and MMF sex. Do not read this book if frank sexual language and sex scenes offend you.

  No non-humans were harmed except for large numbers of Grimoré, who died with satisfactory squeals…

  This book is part of the Destiny’s Trinities series:

  Book 1.0: Beth’s Acceptance

  Book 2.0: Mia’s Return

  Book 3.0: Sera’s Gift

  Book 3.5: The First Trinity – Novellas 1-3

  Book 4.0: Cora’s Secret

  Book 5.0: Zoe’s Blockade

  Book 6.0: Octavia’s War

  Book 6.5: The Second Trinity – Novellas 4-6

  Book 7.0: Terra’s Victory

  A Vampire Ménage Urban Fantasy Romance

  Praise for the

  Destiny’s Trinities series

  All Romance eBooks Bestseller

  I literally stayed up until the early morning hours to finish the book because I couldn't put it down.

  You can’t help but get caught up in the forces pulling at these three people and drawing them together.

  Sexy, dramatic and dangerous an explosive hot vampire read.

  Tracy does a great job of making us fall in love with the characters in a short amount of time. Rhys, Cora and Aithan make a great trinity and I really enjoyed getting to know them.

  I dare you to read just one [in this series].

  You will enjoy the chemistry, mystery, things that go bump in the night, and chemistry – yeah, I listed chemistry first AND last – for a reason.

  Chapter One

  Beth realized someone was shaking her and made herself wake up properly. She rarely slept deeply these days and it could only be Zack shaking her because she had her arm wrapped over Lindal’s middle. If Zack was waking her, it was important.

  She blinked in the darkness. There was a crack of light showing through the bedroom door from the sitting room beyond, which outlined Zack’s dark shape. He was bending over them.

  “Sorry,” he murmured. “I just have to stop and eat, or I’m going to stomp on someone’s spine. I really need to detach and shut down for a while.”

  “No, it’s fine,” she whispered back. “What’s the time?”

  “Two a.m.”

  “Is something happening?”

  “Wyatt’s L.A. trinity are beating off an incursion of vampeen. I’ve been holding off, waiting to see if the elves should be called in, but they say they’re handling it. I’m monitoring.”

  “I can do that.” She eased herself out of the bed, trying not to wake Lindal. He needed the sleep more than she did. She had been in bed for nearly six hours already. Lindal had slipped in beside her only a couple of hours ago. It would be his turn to get up soon enough. None of them seemed to be able to concentrate for more than a few hours at a time. Sleep deprivation and stress had a lot to do with that.

  The bedroom they borrowed, down here in the depths of the bunker, didn’t help. It wasn’t their bed.

  She hadn’t changed out of the leggings and tunic she had been wearing earlier. All she’d had the energy to do had been to slip off her bra. She briefly considered putting it on again, only she didn’t remember where it was. Mentally, she shrugged and followed Zack back out to the pristine, impersonal sitting room.

  “Why don’t you go and scare up food?” she told Zack. “Then come back and keep Lindal company. He needs it.”

  “More nightmares?” Zack sounded worried.

  “I know he keeps saying elves don’t dream as we do, but it looks a lot like a nightmare when he’s writhing around as he does.”

  They had learned that holding him while he slept helped keep the bad dreams to a minimum.

  Zack hesitated, his gaze flickering toward the bedroom. She could almost feel his dilemma. “Go and eat,” she told him. “He’ll be fine for a while.”

  Zack relaxed and let out a gusty sigh. “I really have to eat.”

  “I know. I’ll cover the command post. Go. Go on.”

  Zack cupped her cheek, his eyes warm. “I love you.” His kiss was gentle.

  “I don’t think I’m the food you need right now,” she told him and gave him a push toward the door.

  “I could murder a steak,” he said in agreement. “If it wasn’t two in the morning I’d go out and get one.”

  “There’s beef stew in the fridge,” Beth reminded him.

  In response, his stomach gurgled. Zack rolled his eyes and left.

  Beth followed more slowly, turning left instead of right and heading for the interconnected offices that served as a communications center and their command post. With trinities, hunters and vampire rangers reporting in at all hours of the day on Grimoré and vampeen movements, someone had to coordinate the information and strategies to deal with enemy incursions.

  She passed by other bedroom suites. Most of them were empty, for almost everyone with a modicum of fighting ability was out hunting the enemy in all its forms.

  There was a light blinking when she rounded the big desks with all the monitors and she frowned. Someone was in the elevator at the basement parking lot level, asking for entry to the bunker.

  “It’s two in the morning!” she told the blinking light.

  Another dazzling light appeared at the top of the biggest monitor. Beth glanced at it as she sat in the office chair with a sigh. “Hello, Ferr.”

  The pixie walked along the top edge of the monitor and bent over to look at the flashing light.

  “Yes, a visitor,” Beth agreed. She swit
ched the monitor to show the security camera inside the elevator.

  There were two people standing in the elevator, staring at the closed door, waiting patiently. They wore cloaks with hoods. The hoods up. It probably meant they were elves, but not necessarily.

  Ferr put her tiny hands on the edge of the monitor and bent from the waist to look down at the image, which would appear upside down to her. Then she looked up at Beth and tilted her head.

  “I don’t suppose you can go and see if they’re friends, or not?” Beth asked tiredly.

  Ferr snapped upright and disappeared.

  In the image on the monitor, Beth saw the flitter of sparkles high up by the camera. Ferr dropped down in front of the pair of hooded people and examined them. Then she disappeared and reappeared on top of the monitor once more.

  Beth felt her enthusiasm and her positive feelings.

  “Safe then, huh?” Beth activated the elevator and got to her feet. “Let’s go see who the visitors are.”

  As she reached the wider area of the corridor where the elevator was, the doors pinged and slid aside. Both men lowered their hoods as they stepped out of the elevator, revealing pointed ears and flesh that glowed. Beth knew the one on the left. “Amrod,” she acknowledged.

  Ferr was dancing in mid-air in front of the other man, who was even taller than Amrod. She was leaving behind a trail of glittering sparkles, something the pixies did when they were guiding people. They also did it when they were excited, or scared or experienced any extreme of emotion.

  The trail was a tight ball of light. Ferr was beside herself. Then, abruptly, she disappeared with a high-pitched chirrup.

  Beth blinked away the dazzle in her sight and focused on the man who had made Ferr vanish. She could feel her lips parting in surprise, for he had Lindal’s eyes and mouth. And his height. Except this man was older. It was hard to tell, sometimes, exactly how old an elf was, because they didn’t age the way humans did. However, Beth could almost feel the weight of wisdom and experience radiating from him. He stared back at her calmly.

  This, then, was probably Lindal’s father. As Lindal was the crown prince, then that made this man….

  Beth swallowed. “My lord…I mean, your highness. You honor us with your presence.”

  Which was the exact truth. In nearly four years of war against the Grimoré, the King of the Elves had never once ventured from the elves’ home world.

  Until now.

  * * * * *

  As Lindal sat rubbing sleep from his eyes with the heel of his hand, Beth nudged the cup of strong black tea she had made into his other hand. She hadn’t made coffee, even though it would be a better stimulant, because Lindal flatly refused to drink it. He said the smell was an offense.

  Lindal looked at the contents in the mug and shook his head. “No.” Even tea was not a favorite.

  “Just drink it,” she told him.

  He grimaced and lifted it to his lips and sipped, then made a gagging sound. He kept sipping, though.

  Beth sat in the chair between Zack and Lindal and looked at the two distinguished visitors on the other side of the coffee table.

  Baralathor, Lindal’s father, had watched her force the tea on Lindal. There was a frown between his smooth brows. He probably disapproved of any human qualities and especially the mingling of elves with humans. The isolation of the elves had been driven by his policies.

  Amrod, who was far more used to human behaviors, leaned forward. “Matters are at a crisis point, Lindal.”

  Lindal looked up from the tea to Amrod, then at his father. “What has happened?”

  “Your mother….” Baralathor said. His voice was deep and slow.

  Lindal stared at him. “I saw it. In my dreams…I saw it.” He reached his hand out to Beth and she took it quickly.

  “Saw what?” Zack asked.

  “Queen Reliniel has chosen to move beyond the veil,” Amrod said, his tone sorrowful.

  “She died?” Beth asked. Lindal’s fingers tightened around hers.

  “I didn’t think elves could die,” Zack said.

  “We do not die and crumble as you humans do, that even the undead among you must eventually do,” Amrod said. “Yet after an age or two, we can feel the weight of time, or having nothing left to do for our world. We move beyond the veil, to escape mortal concerns.”

  “Call it what it is,” Lindal said harshly. “She’s dead to us. There is no return from there.”

  Baralathor sighed. “I understood her reasons. Her broken heart has never mended from the blow it received.”

  Lindal didn’t speak. His shoulders and jaw were tight with anger.

  Beth realized with a jolt that what his father meant was that Lindal and Sera coming to Earth and joining their fight against the Grimoré had impacted negatively upon their mother.

  She could feel her own back straightening and her shoulders drawing back.

  Zack’s hand soothed its way up her spine.

  Baralathor kept his gaze on Lindal. “It is my wish to join your mother there. My time here is at an end.”

  Lindal shook his head. “No.”

  No, what? Beth didn’t say it aloud. The two elves sitting opposite her and Lindal and Zack had grown stiff with tension. She didn’t understand why, only her heart was racing, anyway.

  Why did it feel as though Lindal was being threatened?

  “This war has spilled over, beyond the control of the trinities you insisted would save us,” Amrod said. “It is threatening our world, now, too. The portal must be closed.”

  “No,” Lindal repeated, more loudly this time.

  “You can close the portal?” Zack asked, his tone sharp.

  Baralathor ignored him. So did Amrod.

  “I have indulged your proclivities for long enough,” Baralathor told Lindal. “It is time for you to return to your world, both you and Séreméla. You must take up your appointed role as leader. Your wife, your queen, awaits you.”

  Lindal let out a gusty sigh, his head dropping. This time, he didn’t refuse.

  * * * * *

  “You’re married?” Zack shouted, almost before Beth could shut the door of the suite behind them.

  Lindal dropped into the armchair and propped his head on his hand. “If I was married to anyone, it would be you two. Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Then what was all that bullshit about a queen waiting for you?”

  “Exactly that,” Lindal said tiredly. “A suitable princess was picked out for me the year I was born.” His mouth turned down. “Calenes.”

  “You even know her?” Zack cried.

  Beth caught Zack’s arm. “Stop it,” she said softly. “Stop beating him up. He didn’t say he was going.”

  Yet fear was squeezing her middle, too.

  “Of course I’m not going!” Lindal cried. “Damn it, you really think I would even consider it?” His indignation pushed him back onto his feet.

  Beth pulled in a breath that shuddered. She was more than afraid now. It had to be said, though. “Maybe you should consider it.”

  Both of them looked at her, horror and hurt in their faces.

  Beth swallowed. “Someone must lead the elves. Your father is right about that, Lindal. Your world needs a leader at this time. You’d be a strong king, strong enough to help them defend themselves.”

  “They have strong leaders,” Lindal said. His voice was hoarse. “Anion, Sirinar …any of the senior generals would do in a pinch.” He added bitterly, “and it’s not my world.”

  “They can’t have someone who’ll just do in a pinch,” Beth replied, striving to keep her voice even. “It won’t be enough.”

  “Amrod, then. His father was king before mine.” Lindal shook his head. “I’m not going to start arguing specifics, because then you’ll counter every point and I have no intention of letting you talk me into this. I’m not going back. That’s final.”

  Zack clenched his fists, studying Lindal. “Watch your tone, Lindal. That’s Beth
you’re speaking to, not one of your minions.”

  Lindal spun to look at him, shock widening his eyes. “You, too?” he breathed, hurt oozing from every stiff line of his body.

  “You’re so closed-minded you won’t even discuss it,” Zack said in disgust. “What’s wrong with you? Scared it would be too much of a challenge, elf-boy?”

  Beth held back a hurt moan. She knew what Zack was doing. If he could make Lindal angry enough, it would open up his mind and make him consider returning to his father just to spite Zack. Only it was hard to watch him do it.

  Lindal was trembling. “You don’t understand. If I go back, then it will be for the last time. They want to close down the portal. No one will get through.”

  “I understand that you’re being an arrogant prick, thinking about yourself,” Zack added. “Typical fucking elvish prince,” he muttered.

  Lindal flinched. His face tightened and his eyes narrowed. “Since when has a vampire ever considered the greater good?” he demanded, his tone harsh. “You feed upon humans, you pass among them, taking their wealth while pretending to be one of them, when you’re nothing but a coda, a lingering remnant without a soul.”

  Beth held up her hand. She wasn’t surprised to see it was shaking. This had suddenly come off the rails. “Enough,” she said. “That’s enough, both of you.”

  “More than enough,” Zack said. His chest was heaving. “I’m done here.” He turned and strode to the door and slammed his hand down on the lever to open it. With his back turned to Lindal, he raised the other to wipe quickly at his cheeks, stepped through and slammed the door behind him.

  Lindal lowered himself down into the armchair and buried his face in his hands.

  Ferr appeared in front of Beth, flittering and chittering urgently. Beth could sense from her that she was needed back at the command post.

  “Coming,” she said woodenly.

  Tiredness dragged at her, as she left Lindal in the chair and walked back to the command post alone.

  Chapter Two