Recently orphaned and alone, the winged elf Alec wants nothing more than to return to his childhood home one final time and succumb to his nostalgia and grief. But his quest home leads him straight into the arms of a dove-winged, wounded angel ... with human captors in hot pursuit.<br><br>After one magical night together, the two soulmates are united in love. Alec's angel becomes a cupid, transforming his grief into affection and love. But Alec has a secret that keeps him from telling his soulmate how he feels, and he lets his angel slip through his fingers.<br><br>As his family grows around him, Alec's nest remains empty and cold. Without his soulmate, Alec nears his end. Can he find his angel before it's too late, or will heaven be forever out of his reach?

Not an Angel, But a Cupid

“Of course I did,” Eleuthereia smiled, squeezing his shoulder. “You are my brother-in-law. I want you healthy enough to court my brother.”


“I don’t think he and I will ever court, I cannot come to him.” Alec admitted sadly.


Eleuthereia placed a hand upon the trunk of his oaken home. “Of course not! You share your life force with this tree. She is coeval, yes? You cannot leave her, or you will die?”


“The fool, he did not tell me. He waited for you, and you never came. My darling Tax waited and waited. And waited too long. You see, he could never come to you. He was struck—elfshot, you called it.”


“We’re not sure. Something happened to him, changed him. While you have lived your life growing old, my Tax has stayed young. He never grew into his adult form. And shame has kept him from leaving home. He is self-conscious about his looks.”


“I would love him, regardless of his looks,” Alec swore.


Chapter 12