Please enjoy this short excerpt from the next book in the Bad Boy Alphas Series
Alpha’s Prize – Excerpt
Sedona
My eyes crack open. They’re gritty and sore. I’d rub them if I weren’t in wolf form.
Where am I?
I attempt to move and hit against metal bars. Oh fates. I’m in a cage-a fucking cage.
It all floods back to me. I was on my morning run on the beach in San Carlos. Spring break in Mexico. I caught the scent of a male shifter, and I stopped, turning in a slow circle to identify where it was coming from. A guy lifts his hand in a wave. He walks over, casual-like, but the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up.
I know he’s going to be a problem.
I also think I have a good chance of taking him. I’m the daughter of an alpha. I’m twenty-one years old-young. Fit. Ready.
The guy walks up with a friendly smile in place. He’s saying something in Spanish.
I start to tell him, No hablo, when something motherfucking sharp jabs in my neck from behind. I shift, out of fear and necessity. My wolf wants to protect me. My tank and jogging shorts tear as I change shape, but my legs won’t hold. I’m down on my side in the sand, my white fur too hot in the sun. Above me, five men stand in a circle, peering down.
It goes fuzzy from there. I remember being put in the cage, and the cage being put in the baggage compartment of a commercial plane. Like I’m a fucking dog or something. Someone’s goddamn pet.
Fuck.
My head aches, and I have a serious case of cottonmouth. Like worse than any hangover I’ve had in the last three years of college. Not that I’m a party girl or anything.
Well, sometimes I like to party, but who doesn’t?
I twist in the confined space, but it’s impossible to get comfortable. A low growl starts in my throat, and my wolf hunches down like she’s going to pounce, even though there’s no way out of this damn cage. I know because I now remember waking up on previous occasions and trying. Jesus. How long have I been floating in and out of consciousness? Twelve hours? Twenty-four?
It looks like I’m in a large warehouse. There are other cages lining a giant metal rack of shelves-like the kind products are stored on in Costco or Sam’s Club. Most are empty. A skinny black wolf with yellow eyes blinks at me from where he lies on his side in one of them.
Cigar smoke tinges the air and the sound of men’s voices, speaking in Spanish, comes from behind a door.
I remember throwing up in my cage from the bumpy ride here, or maybe just from the drugs. Someone cleaned me up afterward, speaking softly in Spanish, as if trying to soothe me. I bared my teeth and tried to take his hand off, but he jabbed another needle into my neck, and I fell back into the heavy slumber.
The door swings open, allowing a shaft of light to fall from the corridor. The masculine voices draw nearer until a group of men gather around my cage. The same assholes who grabbed me on the beach.
If I were smart, I’d shift and get some information out of them. Who they are, what they want with me. But my wolf isn’t having any talking.
I surge to my feet, slamming my back and head against the top wires, the prison too small to contain me, standing. My lips peel back to show my fangs, and the growl starting low in my throat is deadly.
“Que belleza, no?” one of the men asks.
They’re wolves, judging by their scent. All of them. And the way they leer at me sends a cold prickle of fear through me.
I snap my jaws through the wires, snarling.
Ignoring me, the men pick up my cage and carry me outside to a gleaming white passenger van. The men open the back doors of the van and lift me inside.
I throw myself against the wires of the cage, barking and growling.
One of the men chuckles. “Tranquila, angel, tranquila.” He swings the doors shut with a decisive click, leaving me alone once more.
Alpha’s Prize (coming soon!)
MY CAPTIVE. MY MATE. MY PRIZE.
I didn’t order the capture of the beautiful American she-wolf. I didn’t buy her from the traffickers. I didn’t even plan to claim her. But no male shifter could have withstood the test of a full moon and a locked room with Sedona, naked and shackled to the bed.
I lost control, not only claiming her, but also marking her, and leaving her pregnant with my wolfpup. I won’t keep her prisoner, as much as I’d like to. I allow her to escape to the safety of her brother’s pack.
But once marked, no she-wolf is ever really free. I will follow her to the ends of the Earth, if I must.
Sedona belongs to me.