Rebel
Sons
of the Alpha Book 3
by
Addison Carmichael
Genre:
Paranormal Romance
To
avoid a forced, loveless marriage to a man she detests, were-Cougar
princess Jade Lamarche escapes to the neutral territory of Santa
Barbara, California to finally live life on her own terms. But
she discovers this is dangerous country where female Cats are rare
and highly sought after by dozens of vicious rogues, and Jade finds
herself needing the help and protection of a lone Wolf outcast from
his own Pack.
A
Wolf Pack in a blood feud with her own family’s Cougar Pride.
After
failing to prevent his friend’s suicide over an unspeakable crime,
were-Wolf prince Luke Bryant breaks from the unjust and restrictive
laws and constraints of his Pack and disappears into neutral
territory. At last he is free from the suffocating expectations
of his people and the forced control of his High Alpha father.
What
Luke didn’t count on was befriending a lone female Cougar who
requires his help at every turn in this deadly, untamed Wild West.
Or the fact that against every natural law known to were-kind, he’s
impossibly developing feelings for her.
Deep,
taboo feelings.
Because
one thing is always certain—A
Wolf never falls in love with a Cat.
PROLOUGE
“Dammit,
Shea, pick up!”
Luke
Bryant gripped his cellphone in his right hand, his left clenching the steering
wheel of his red and black Camaro. He wasn’t one to break the law by phoning
and driving at the same time, but he had a bad feeling about this. A really bad
feeling.
“This
is Shea Donovan. I’m unable to take your call right now, but if you would—”
Cursing,
Luke clicked off and tossed the phone aside. Then he punched the gas, weaving
in and out of traffic like a bat out of hell
“Trace
Lamarche, I swear by all the powers if you’re sniffing around her again…”
Luke
didn’t finish his threat, just kept his focus on making it to his cousin’s
apartment before more trouble ensued.
Shea
had been his best friend since the cradle, their mothers close cousins and
throwing them together often. She was the one person who always seemed to get
him, and that included his own family and peers. If it hadn’t been for her, he
would’ve jumped ship, or more accurately jumped Pack, years ago. She had always
had a way of talking him down off the cliff from renouncing their were-Wolf
Pack and going his own way.
Now
she needed his help after that mangy Cougar heir seduced her into sleeping with
him when he was in their territory during diplomat negotiations with their High
Alpha fathers.
Luke
blamed himself for introducing them that first night Trace Lamarche arrived at
the Great Lodge in the Timber Ridge community and Shea just happened to be with
him.
He
should have seen it, sensed it, somehow. He saw the intense interest widening
Trace’s green feline eyes, but ignored it. Something he shouldn’t have done
since the Cat was rumored to be a major player amongst his own kind, even
venturing out of his were-Cougar world into the human realm to satisfy his
overactive libido. His dark looks, high position and wealth didn’t hurt any
either.
But
who would have thought Lamarche would try and sleep with another were-kind
species?
Who
would’ve imagined that Shea as a Bryant Wolf would even fall for whatever lies
he spun to get her into bed?
Besides,
sex between Cat and Wolf was too disgusting to even consider. It was against
all the natural and written were-laws, an unthinkable abomination right up
there with cannibalism and necrophilia.
A
hard shudder iced up Luke’s spine at the sick thought of it. And the reminder
that his innocent cousin Shea had done such a repulsive thing.
Trace
Lamarche, yes. He was a lowlife, perverted alley cat that was capable of
satisfying his jollies in such twisted ways. But not Shea. Never Shea.
Hell,
she refused to have sex with her college boyfriend of two years because they
weren’t married. Which eventually drove him off anyhow, and good riddance.
No
doubt Trace would have seen her refusal as a challenge he needed to conquer,
and he wouldn’t give up until he had nailed her but good.
They
were caught in his hotel room his last night there in Seattle, Washington.
Worse, they were going at it hot and heavy when their Bryant enforcers barged
in after some anonymous tip that Trace was being attacked.
Both
were immediately arrested and brought up before the North American Were High
Council based in neutral Wyoming. Being the direct heir to the Lamarche Cougar
Pride, Trace’s Royal Father, Maximillian Lamarche, was able to get him off,
their high priced attorneys claiming his son hadn’t initially known what
species Shea Donovan was. A flat out lie, since all were-species could scent
the others.
The
Lamarche lawyers claimed Shea had orchestrated the whole thing. Out of his own
territory and element, Trace had been innocently seduced by an ambitious female
Wolf who sought to financially blackmail him. A camera with timed photos
snapping every few minutes had been discovered on the counter. A receipt for
the recently purchased camera had been found in Shea’s purse, and the store
owner recognized her as the one who bought it, a thing she fervently denied.
Luke
was the only person who believed her denial and tried to get his own High Alpha
father, Rob Bryant, to advocate for her, but there was little he could do. The
evidence was too strong, the crime too abhorrent for him to get fully involved.
Their
lawyers negotiated probation for Lamarche to stifle the news and clear his
reputation around the were-world.
So
Shea caught the brunt of it. Four years in prison for premeditated
cross-species sex and eight more for extortion. Her reputation, her entire
family’s name, was dragged through the mud. The elders forced his father to
expel her from the Pack and exile her once she was released from prison.
Already she was becoming a whispered byword.
She
was being allowed one last weekend with her family under monitored house arrest
before the High Were Council soldiers would take her to serve her sentence at
an undisclosed location.
And
that’s where Luke thought she had been all Sunday morning. Until he drove over
to her family’s house in Edmonds to say his own goodbye and she wasn’t there,
hadn’t been there all night by the undisturbed bed in her own room. Along with
the unlocked and deactivated ankle monitor that had been affixed right after
her sentencing.
He
had to get to her.
Now,
before she got herself into even bigger trouble.
The
Camaro squealed to a stop along the city street curb in the no-parking zone in
front of Shea’s apartment building. Luke jumped out and dashed up the stairs,
not waiting for the slow-moving elevator. Eight flights up, he then raced down
the hallway at lightning speed to the end apartment and banged on the door with
his fist.
“Shea!
Shea, open up, it’s Luke!”
He
tried the knob. Locked.
He
banged again. “Shea!”
With
a shove, the bolted door broke open, and Luke burst inside.
“Shea!
Sh—”
It
was the sharp, salty, familiar smell that he caught first. Blood.
“Oh
God, Shea! Where are you?” he called, searching the immediate living area, the
kitchen nook, then jaunted to the only other room.
He
pushed open the half-closed door, then halted at the horrific sight of his
gentle cousin, his best friend, laying face up across the bed, eyes open,
glassy and unblinking, thick blood gushing from the gaping wound across her
neck and down her blouse. Multiple bloody stab wounds in her lower belly.
“Noooo!”
Luke
ran over to press his hands against the drenched, gory neck wound. If he was in
time, her were-skin would close quickly…
He
saw it then, smelled the metal—the bloody, silver knife on the floor directly
under her outstretched red soaked right hand. “Oh, no, Shea, no. God, no.”
Because
silver was the one natural element lethal to all werewolves. One they could
never come back from.
Not
ever.
After reading Heir and it being so unputdownable I couldn’t
wait to dive into the next book Rebel to continue the story of the Sons of the
Alpha with a different son this time around. This time we get to read Luke’s
story.
Luke lost his best friend to suicide. He now feels guilty and
blames himself. Thinking he was not there for her or that he could have done
more and if it were not for him she may still be alive. Luke misses his best
friend so much and can’t take his families ways any longer and decides to
strike out on his own and leaves his pack and heads to California where lone
weres go to go when they leave their packs.
Our heroine of Rebel is Jade a were-cougar who leaves her
pack as well and heads to California. Jade leaves her pack because she is being
forced to marry a man Conroy that she doesn’t love to appease the laws of the
pack. Conroy is not a very nice man. I really didn’t like his attitude and how
he treated Jade. I wonder how he would fair going up against another man.
Santa Barbara, California can be a very dangerous place for
a female were to be on her own as Jade soon finds out when she a run in with a
couple of rogue weres on more than one occasion. There are some pretty big
twists in Rebel that will keep the pages turning and the suspense building it
had me hooked and my adrenaline pumping.
I can’t believe how Jade was betrayed I never ever saw that
one coming would never have guessed it in a million years. My mouth fell to the
floor when I read it.I love this world that the author has created for her
weres.
Sons of the Alpha is one of the best series that I have ever
read and I can’t wait to read more in this world. The more I read in this
series the better it gets. I have every book in this series so far. I’ve read Beauty
and Her Beast the prequel to Knight, the first book Knight, the second book
Heir and the third book Rebel all four books are very engrossing and
enthralling reads that I highly recommend to everyone who loves the paranormal
and shifters.
Heir
Sons
of the Alpha Book 2
It’s
bad enough Nicole Gabrielle is a low-ranking Sigma Wolf—she
also harbors a taboo secret that would expel her from the Bryant Wolf
pack there in the Pacific Northwest.
Nicki
is half were-Coyote born from the notorious Juarez Coyote Pack.
But
Nicki has bigger problems. Were-Bear gangsters blackmailed her
family, and the only way to pay them off is to doctor her Pack
records and disguise herself in order to hire on at the exclusive
Timber Ridge community. No matter how hard she tries to fly under
everyone’s radar, however, the hot and charming Jake Bryant pursues
her with a royal vengeance, risking exposure to her deadly
secret.
As
the High Alpha’s heir apparent, Jake Bryant must abide by one
specific Wolf law—he
can never marry anyone below his Alpha rank. Unfortunately,
his forced-upon fiancée Eva LeBlanc only loves his half-brother
Neil.
If
only he could locate his mystery “Sheila” who rescued him from
Arcan Hunters one night twelve years ago. She is the only person who
has been able to help him make sense of his chaotic life, and the
only woman he’s ever truly desired.
With
the exception of this intriguing new employee in the Pack
organization…who
seems strangely familiar.
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Blood.
Hot,
healthy, sweet human blood.
It
was nothing she ever smelled before, not like this.
Her
eyes enflamed, triggering something deep and primal, igniting the natural
bloodlust scorching through her like a blowtorch on dry tinder, tempting her to
drink from their spurting arteries until she was gorged.
It
was the whine from the injured wolf that distracted her focus, cooling her eyes
and the black desire welling up inside of her. It took great strength, but she
forced herself to turn from the blood-soaked bodies, lift her muzzle to breathe
in the fresh mountain air.
Back
in control now, Nicki darted for the wolf, nudging its muzzle with hers. It
barely opened its eyes to thin slits before shutting again.
Quickly,
she shifted to human form and threw on one of the men’s camo jackets, then
hurried back over to check the animal.
Silver
liquid oozed from several different bloody wounds. Lethal for were or beast. She would have to haul it back to her
hothouse where she was growing herbs that might help the poor thing.
Nicki
tried to pick the wolf up in her arms, but it was incredibly huge and heavy.
Forcing herself to ignore the nauseating gore around her, she pulled off
another one of the dead men’s jackets and scooted it underneath the animal.
Inch
by inch, she dragged it up the rocky incline and across the field, and finally
into the shack.
She
quickly donned her shorts and tee-shirt, then gathered the herbs needed from
the potted plants. Her friend Ian had once studied and taught her about many of
the natural elements that both hurt and healed various were-kind species.
Normal wild animals too. She only hoped now she learned enough to keep the poor
wolf alive.
After
grinding the herbs, she used honey to bind it together, then applied the sticky
mixture into each dripping, bloody wound after digging out the bullet casings.
The wolf bared its teeth at her and snapped a couple of times, once even
painfully catching her arm. But she continued to push and prod the mixture into
each puncture with her fingers.
The
wolf finally weakened to the point of limply submitting to her ministrations. It
flinched and whined, its narrowed eyes pleading with her to stop her agonizing
poking as she stuffed more and more into each gaping hole.
“I’m
so sorry,” she said to it as she continued her applications. “But this will
help you, honest. There, all done now.”
With
nothing more she could do, Nicki sat back and waited for the medicine to do its
work. Or not. The wolf weakly inched over to rest its head in her lap, then
sniffed and licked her hand before it lost consciousness.
Nicki
leaned back against the cabinet with the wolf in her lap, watching the herbs
ooze the poison out of its pelt drop by drop. She took a cloth and wiped the
bloody silver away each time. The wolf never even moved. If it wasn’t for her
were-hearing detecting the faint heartbeat, she would have believed it was
dead.
It
was a long process, maybe too long and grueling for the animal to live through.
If it didn’t survive this though, she planned to bury it right outside the
shack next to the cedar tree to give it some dignity. Maybe even a name and a
wooden marker.
“Jacob,”
she whispered, smoothing back the thick, silky fur between its ears.
That’s
what she’ll name him. He had the same clear blue eyes as the man in the
portrait. It was fitting.
“Don’t
die on me. Okay, Jacob? It would be really nice to have a friend here on the
Ridge. I could shift, and we could go running across the field sometime and
catch mice or rabbits. So do your best and fight the poison, okay? Don’t let
those nasty hunters win. Not that they’ll be bothering any other wolf ever
again.”
Nicki
continued to stroke the animal’s fur, encouraging it to continue fighting for
its life, until she eventually dozed off as well.
When
she jolted awake, she saw that it was completely dark inside the hothouse now.
The digital clock read that it was after seven o’clock. She had been asleep
three long hours!
“Darn
it all!” she gasped, knowing her stepfather Frank Braken would be furious at
her for not being home to make dinner and take care of her baby sister Sara.
He
was going to be late for work now, and she was going to get totally reamed!
Oh,
God! She was in sooo much trouble!
Nicki
started to scramble to her feet, then gasped and froze at the unconscious man
lying there. It was none other than Jacob Bryant, the eldest son of their High
Alpha, Robert Bryant.
And
in all of his utterly gorgeous, and now naked,
perfection!
Oh,
God.
Oh,
God!
She
flushed at the sight, as well as the feel of him resting his blond head in her
lap. When he sleepily nuzzled her belly and his arms reached around her hips
and gripped them, a thousand unfamiliar sparks shot through her body. He
snuggled deeper and held her like a feather pillow, which no doubt he thought
he was holding, not helping her now racing blood.
This
was innocent really. The man was seriously injured and had no idea was he was
doing right now.
Or
with whom.
Nicki
tried to slip from his grasp, but he only tightened his hold on her.
At
least he was alive and looked much better.
Holy
cow, did he look better.
Now
was the tricky part.
She
leaned over and grabbed a blanket and threw it over his lower body. But it was
small and only covered the most essential and vulnerable parts below his belly
down to his mid-thigh.
Bracing
herself, Nicki lightly shook his shoulder. “You should wake up, Mr. Bryant.”
He
moaned in complaint as she shook him again, trying to snuggle deeper into her,
shooting more sparkling sensations around her lower midsection.
“Five
more minutes,” he mumbled.
Heir tells the story of the High Alpha Jake’s life and how
he met his mate and was denied her for a very long time. Heir tells of their
first meeting and then of their second. Being the High Alpha Jake is not
allowed to marry below his rank as that is pack law. But no worries as Jake
already has a fiancée Eva LeBlanc who is in love with his brother Neil. This in
no way affects Eva as she only wants to be married to the top dog no pun
intended here.
Jake’s true mate Nicole Gabrielle is a low-ranking Sigma Wolf
whom he can never marry and keep his status among his pack. But Nicole has
problems of her own as she works so she can take care of her sister and put her
through school. Nicole also has to take care of her step-father and his
gambling debts. When her step-father ends up owing a bunch of money and they
show up on their door step one day demanding to be paid or they will kill them
Nicole makes a deal with them to pay off her step-fathers debts.
The only way she can pay his gambling debt is take a job within
the pack working for the Alpha making more money than her job at the restaurant
pays. Nicole has one little problem working within the pack and that problem is
the man she fell in love with many years ago the Alpha’s son and heir Jake.
Hopefully he will not recognize her after all these years. Maybe he has moved
on and forgotten about her.
The Sons of Alpha just keep getting better and better. I
have read all of the books in this series so far which only happens to be well
three now. I thought the first one Beauty and Her Beast was the best but then I
read Knight it was so much better and then I read Heir which just happens to be
even better. I do think that Heir is by far the best one yet. Oh but wait I
have not read book three Rebel yet.
Heir is filled with action and suspense from the first page
that kept me turning those pages. Once I picked it up I could not put it down.
I love this world the author has created for this wolf pack. I love all the
characters or lest just say the good characters. Oh and I love how the author
tied Heir in with the other two books it was so smoothly done. With reading
Heir and the way the author tied it all together you would not know that there
are other books in the series but I am so glad that I read Beauty and Her Beast
and Knight as well so that I could know more of this world and other
characters.
This is one series that I do highly recommend to one and
all. I can’t wait to continue the story and get to know more of these wonderful
characters and their world in the next book Rebel.
Knight
Sons
of the Alpha Book 1
Alexia
Raine has a major problem.
She’s
being stalked by very dangerous men for some unknown reason, but one
that will turn her entire world on its axis.
Just
when he’s closing in on a vicious werewolf hunter that is
kidnapping, torturing and killing their people, he’s pulled from
the case by his High Alpha, Rob Bryant, to locate and return the
daughter of their most valuable and gifted shifter. If he doesn’t,
their entire Wolf Pack in the Pacific Northwest might collapse and
lose all hard-won territory, shifting the balance of powers and
throwing the entire were-kind species into a world war.
Problem
one—Alexia Raine never knew her real father.
Problem
two—She doesn’t even know that shifters or were-kind exist.
Problem
three—Their rival Pack wants her and will stop at nothing to
acquire her for several unspeakable reasons.
Problem
four—She’s the most aggravating, infuriating, intoxicating
woman he’s had the displeasure to rescue. And he may very well be
falling in love with her.
Problem
five—A wolf always finds and protects his mate.
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Alexia
Raine stood frozen from fear or shock or disbelief, unable to move or scream as
she stared down at the bloody heap that was her fellow surgical intern and
boyfriend. For all of her training, she couldn’t even reach down to feel
for a pulse. She only gaped at his eyes staring back—fixed, dilated,
glassy.
Dead
eyes.
Like
him.
“Out
of my way, kid.”
The
disturbance jolted her out of that horrific memory and back to the present.
She might’ve even thanked the obnoxious Cretan cutting in front of her in
the Starbucks line for it, except the bulky, smelly man nudged in front of a
teenager as well.
“Hey,
you can’t cut in line!” the boy protested.
“I
was here just a minute ago.”
It
was the end of a grueling week medical assisting for her uncle who had a
general practice in the outskirts of San Diego. She was just grabbing a
vanilla latte before heading to her apartment a few blocks away. Now she
wished she hadn’t even stopped at the coffeehouse.
“No,
you weren’t,” the kid.
“I
was, and now I’m back. Get over it.”
Alexia
might’ve let it pass like everyone else in line. Until the boy nudged his
way ahead of the man who then physically shoved him aside.
“Hey,
jerk face, leave the kid alone and go to the end of the line,” she yelled at
him.
The
man snarled back at her. “Shut up and mind your own business,
girl.”
Her
eyebrows shot up. “Look, Bad Grandpa, if you don’t step back, I’ll give
you a shove in the right direction myself.”
“Just
keep your godda—Arrh!”
His
arms shot out as steaming coffee splashed down his polo shirt as a four-pack of
Grande drips was dumped onto him.
“Oh,
I’m so sorry!” the lady who lost her load raced out, frantically dabbing his
shirt with a bundle of napkins. “Really, I don’t know—!”
“Just
get off me!” he shot back, pushing her away.
Alexia
should have felt bad for him, but the guy really deserved it. The look on
his face was priceless too, making her snicker.
He
splashed her with a rough shake of his arms. “What, you think this is
funny, bitch?”
One
of her worst traits—she didn’t take insults well. And no one called her
the B-word who didn’t want to pick his dentures out of the glass entrance
door.
Fury
prickled her eyes and ears as heat flooded her face and radiated all the way
through her veins and down to her fists now clenched at her sides.
“Have
a nice fall on your way out,” she stated hard and deadly through gritted
teeth.
Instantly
the old man was airborne.
There
was a thud and airy “oof” as he landed flat on his back in a puddle of coffee.
Two seconds later he was yelling bloody-murder.
The
baristas went into action, two picking up phones as the others circled around
the counter. He thrashed about in his liquid mess like an overturned
turtle while threatening legal action as a few do-gooders tried to help.
Panicking,
Alexia shoved through the crowd as fast as she could, then locked herself in
the restroom. Within seconds she vomited everything but her socks, the
dry heaves leaving her flushed and sweaty.
Slightly
better, she splashed icy water on her face, rinsed the sour bile from her
mouth, then breathed deeply several times as she gripped the edge of the
porcelain sink.
“Just
a coincidence, Alexia. Not your fault,” she whispered.
Not
that it alleviated her guilt any. Not that she had even touched the guy.
So, of course, it wasn’t her fault. Of course not.
Just
because she wanted to humiliate the old man for being such an obnoxious,
entitled jerk and hot coffee happened to dump all over him at that very moment,
it didn’t mean anything.
And
okay, she also wished that he would fall on his butt after that nasty crack,
and he did, hard, it didn’t mean…He probably just slipped on the wet floor.
Just a coincidence, that’s all.
Unfortunately,
Alexia Raine didn’t believe in coincidences.
And
this hadn’t been the first time.
She
squeezed her eyes shut for a long moment, then reopened them to look up at her
reflection in the dim mirror, gasping at the swirling kaleidoscope of color in
her irises—blue, green, gray, lavender, pink. She blinked hard and
pinched her eyes until the weird prickly sensation calmed down. When she
checked them again, they were light gray as normal.
Okay,
what the Sam frigging Hill was that?
An
optical illusion maybe?
Probably.
Of course.
Brought
on by stress mixed with bad fluorescent lighting and the dark walls all
Starbucks stores insist on painting themselves to appear trendy.
Alexia
leaned closer to the mirror for a better look when spotting another dark,
silvery streak of hair, this one framing her right cheek. Added to all
the recent others, it looked like she had highlighted her shoulder length blond
hair.
The
first one appeared six months ago, but the others started a few weeks back
after her twenty-fifth birthday. Too minor an issue to ask her uncle about.
Too weird to completely ignore though.
Her
fingers touched the antique silver rose locket hanging on a thin tarnished
chain around her neck, a family heirloom given by her mother on her eighteenth
birthday.
“Always
wear it against your heart,” Rebecca Raine told her when she opened the gift
box. “Use it as a talisman, your protection from the blues.”
Her
mom was always saying sentimental, Hallmark channel type of things like that.
The locket was so old the two halves were fused together and wouldn’t
even open. Still, it was kind of pretty, and it did give her a sense of
security. She usually wore it underneath her clothing hidden from view,
her secret armor against the monsters of this world.
Alexia
stayed in the restroom a few more minutes until she heard the paramedics rush
into the building. When she walked out and saw the man sitting upright on
the ground, she almost felt bad for him. Until he angrily batted at the
female paramedic, demanding only to be aided by her male partner.
Misogynistic
old coot. Hope he broke his ass-bone.
The
earlier crowd had thinned out now, the only reason Alexia considered still
buying a latte before heading home. That’s when she spotted them—two very
large, rough looking men, one redhead and the other with curly brown hair and a
thick moustache. They were hovering at the furthest end of the store near
the pickup counter.
She
wouldn’t have cared much, but they were way out of place in their black leather
jackets, black shirts, black jeans and biker boots. All they needed were
the dark sunglasses to be classic Arnold Schwarzenegger Terminators.
Sunny San Diego natives wore light, loose clothing, even in mid-April.
Not that there weren’t tourists who soon reversed their error after
sweating their family jewels off.
Somehow,
though, they didn’t seem to be the typical Southern California visitors on a
fun family vacay.
The
two men continued to scan the crowd, their duplicate expressions serious,
robotic. It was the redhead who froze when locking eyes with Alexia’s,
and her stomach did an anxious backflip. He elbowed his partner, jutting
his chin in her direction, and the other guy narrowed his dark eyes when honing
in on her.
Just my imagination, Alexia told
herself.
She
looked over her shoulder, expecting to see someone waving them over to confirm
her paranoia, but no one was there. She turned back to them. Both
now had their bodies shifted away while carrying on a conversation.
Okay,
fine. Maybe she had just imagined things. Wouldn’t have been the first
time.
Her
need for a latte vanished now. All she wanted then was to be home in her
apartment a few long blocks away.
Quickly
Alexia pushed out the front entrance, venturing a last look behind her
shoulder. The two men didn’t move from their spot, both still talking,
and she exhaled heavily, everything within her relaxing.
Good.
She had enough drama for one night.
Quickly
she headed down the twilight darkened street lined with various interconnected
shops and cafés. Sometimes she walked to work as a way to force a little
exercise on herself. Now she wished she had taken her car this morning,
just wanting to be home. Behind a locked and bolted door. With a
chair jammed against the knob.
She
was only a few hundred yards away from the Starbucks when Alexia ventured a
quick look behind. Her stomach dropped when both men exited and turned in
her direction.
Swallowing
hard, she faced forward again, picking up her pace.
Okay,
no big deal. This wasn’t some cheesy action flick. They had every right
to leave the building like everyone else. Even walk in the same
direction. There were several pedestrians between them in any case, so no
worries.
Still,
her fingers lightly felt for the cellphone in her blue scrub shirt pocket,
ready to call her Uncle Paul who was still at the office. She could
casually double-time it back to the Starbucks and have him pick her up…
No.
No, she really didn’t want to pull him away from the mound of paperwork
he was rifling through before she left.
Plus,
Aunt Carla would be majorly miffed at him for coming home even later than
normal if he was forced to make a pitstop by her place. Alexia knew she
was already a prime source of contention in their stormy marriage—his kid
brother’s flaky kid he bailed out of jail and hired a lawyer for six months
ago.
Things
were better now that Alexia had moved from their place into her own apartment,
but not by much. So she refused to inconvenience her uncle and possibly
ignite another marital battle just to soothe her ridiculous imaginings.
Poor,
sweet Uncle Paul. Alexia tried convincing him that he wasn’t responsible
for her after her parents’ fatal car accident two years ago, but he took up the
paternal mantle anyhow. Which is why after being forced to leave the
intern program because of that horrific incident at the hospital, he took her
in and offered her a medical assistant position that bored her to tears.
Still, she didn’t look a gift job in the paycheck.
Alexia
ventured another glance back.
Drat,
those men were still behind her. Not far, in fact. Fewer
pedestrians between them now as well.
Knight tells Alexia Raine and Neil Duran’s story the first
book in the Sons of the Alpha series.
Alexia is a human and has no idea that strange things that go on
in the world or that the shifter world exists. She has no idea that there are
all kinds of shifters out there from wolves to bears to lions and so on. But
her life is about to be turned upside.
Neil Duran just happens to be a werewolf and working on a
case when his alpha pulls him from his case to go bring Alexia to their compound
where they live that is like a city unto itself. Some of the packs most
powerful wolves are being kidnapped and then turn up murdered. Neil was not to
happy to be taken off his case and sent after Alexia even if she is the long
lost daughter of one their most powerful wolves.
Neil finds Alexia as she is being attacked by another pack
who want to kidnap her and use her for their own malicious reasons. After her
meeting with Neil Alexia is awaken to whole new world one in which she had no
idea existed.
Alexia’s world is about to change forever. At the wolf
compound Alexia is about to learn a few things about herself and her mother
that she never would have dreamed possible. Truths are about to be revealed to
her that is going to forever change her life.
After reading Beauty and Her Beast the prequel to Knight I
never imagined that the Sons of the Alpha could get it any better but I was so
wrong. Knight was so much better than Beauty and Her Beast which I never
thought it could be.
Knight has murder, mystery, suspense, love, betrayal,
secrets and a new twist on the werewolf world. Knight is filled with big twist
after big twist not to mention some of the turns it takes. Knight is a fast
paced read that never slows down not even once. All the murder, mystery,
suspense, love, betrayal, secrets and a new twist on the werewolf world keeps
the pages turning right up until the end.
What an amazing ride this has been reading Alexia and Neil’s
story. I can’t wait to see what or whose story we are going to read in the next
book Heir the third book in the Sons of Alpha series.
If you like werewolves, shifters, paranormal, romance,
mystery, suspense, secrets plus a whole lot more then I highly recommend Knight
Sons of the Alpha book 1.
Beauty
and Her Beast
Prequel
to Sons of the Alpha – Knight
A
tale as old as time--with a
Paranormal twist!
Rebecca
Hartford hates Valentine's Day. That is, until the mysterious,
attractive Erik Leonid bursts into the café where she sits eating
alone that afternoon. Then her entire world, and all of her
preconceptions, turns upside-down and will never be the same.
That means learning to love someone from the inside-out regardless of
her fears and those seeking to harm them both for their forbidden
relationship.
She
only hopes it will be enough.
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Beauty and Her Beast is the great introduction into a brand
new world of paranormal, werewolves and the Sons of the Alpha series. Beauty
and Her Beast tells Rebecca and Eric’s story of how they met in a café one day
when Eric was being chased by a couple of men. Rebecca and Eric have an instant
attraction as is the way of wolves.
Rebecca and Eric’s love is a forbidden love. It is forbidden
for a human and a wolf to be together. Eric is being chased by some very ugly
people who need Eric for some unsavory task that Eric is against and is on the
run. Can their love sustain the pack or the men chasing Eric?
Beauty and Her Beast took off with action and excitement
that kept me turning the pages and the end came upon before I knew as it is a
short story but it packs a lot of punch and reads like a full length novel
building up to the ending climax leaving you wanting more but I do think that
was it sole purpose from the beginning. I can’t wait to dive into the next book
Knight to continue this wonderful story into the Alpha’s world.
I would recommend Beauty and Her Beast to all fans of the
paranormal and werewolves. Beauty and Her Beast is just the tip of the iceberg
to an incredible journey into a new world.
Addison
Carmichael has been a storyteller since she was a young girl. Even
then every tale she imagined had a romantic element that grabbed
front and center. She is absolutely in love with love—giving it,
receiving it, then sending it back out into the world. She believes
there is something miraculous and supernatural about true love in
every form, and incorporates this magical element into all of her
stories.
Besides
reading and writing (blissful addictions), Addison loves the
mountains and ocean, and enjoys hiking, camping, horseback riding and
star gazing. She also bakes, knits and sews, which she never has
enough time for. She attempted mastering several musical
instruments, singing, painting, photography, dancing and archery, but
always returned to writing and storytelling as the “one true love”
of her life.
Addison
was born and raised in Southern California and has lived and traveled
all over the west coast (and the world), now living
happily-ever-after with her family in the Pacific Northwest in
Snohomish, Washington.
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