Triton’s Legacy by Aleera Anaya Ceres

Triton's Legacy

Triton’s Legacy by Aleera Anaya Ceres (A Daughter of Triton series Book 3)
English | 2020 | Romance | ePUB | 2.8 MB

Aleera Anaya Ceres is a half Irish-Latina romance enthusiast who loves reading, drawing, mermaids, movies and heavy fangirling.

Danger and betrayal lurk at the Academy around every corner, and the murderer we’ve been looking for finally has a face.
Too bad it’s a face I’ve come to love.
Nothing has ever been what it seems at Triton’s Academy, and I don’t know what to believe anymore. Professor Elara’s lies leave me reeling, but there are more important matters at hand.
Triton’s Olympic Games are upon us, and they’re nothing like we imagined.
They push our bodies, minds, and spirits to the breaking point. Only the strongest will survive the brutal battles of the Gods. My men and I were chosen by them for a reason, and we won’t give up. I won’t give up because Atlantis needs a change… and I plan on giving it one.
By becoming what I was meant to be:
A Daughter of Triton.

The weight of the syringe felt heavy in my palm. I couldn’t stop staring at it, I couldn’t stop the shock that permeated my system from bursting forth, causing my breath to come out in short pants.

My head swirled with so many excuses, conjuring up one after another to explain what was right before my eyes.

This syringe, the glittering liquid in tiny glass vials scattered around the floor. They were so like the ones I found in that dark room, when I’d been strapped down on a slab of marble. When someone had injected it in my neck to murder me.

Someone faceless. A faceless, nameless threat.

But that one inexplicable truth screamed in my mind over and over again, and the face cloaked in shadows that was an invisible force suddenly had an identity.

Professor Zathrian Elara.

The ache between my thighs seemed more prominent now as I stared down at the drug. A part of me was too startled to move from the floor. If I did, I felt like my knees would buckle beneath me and I’d just come crashing down again. Like my world currently was doing.

It was like being dragged beneath the waves in a particularly violent maelstrom. Fighting against the rush was useless, and all I had to do to survive was accept the pull.

In this case, the pull was the truth.

It was Professor Elara who had drugged me.

I wanted to push that thought away before it settled, but it was inevitable. I thought it had been Vitas. Vitas who was killing the students at Triton’s Academy. It had been Vitas who I’d caught sneaking around the abandoned building of the Academy, after all.

It had been the Professor whom I had assumed had shown up to help me.

He’d been there as I’d spied on Vitas. He’d known things about the murders. He’d been there when I’d come tumbling up those basement steps with the drug still drumming through my system.

How could I have been so blind?

I’d wanted to feel a moment of weakness and vulnerability. I’d wanted to trust that he was a hero coming to save me when he’d been the villain in disguise all along.

And I was in his den. I’d given myself to him.

The soreness between my legs seemed to pulse.

Slowly, I stood on wobbling knees, the syringe balanced perfectly in my hand. I had to get out of here. I had to find someone, had to tell them, though I wasn’t sure if anyone would believe me.

No one believed in women; what made me think they would even believe me over the Professor?

My father would believe me.

I had to get this to him. He would know what to do…

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