Alpha
By
Natasha Knight
Copyright © 2015 by Natasha Knight
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and as such, any similarity to existing persons, places or events must be considered purely coincidental.
This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under.
For mature readers only.
Table of Contents
Prologue
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
Epilogue
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From the Author
Acknowledgement
Alpha is the first book I actually outlined and worked through knowing more about the characters and the scenes than I normally do until the actual writing is finished. I mostly work by the seat of my pants with a general idea of what I want to do on any given day. Not to say I stuck to the outline I’d originally written but it was there and I mostly kept close to it, and for that, I need to give a shout out to my friend and fellow author Livia Grant. She’s like a master planner… and when I asked her for some basics on outlining, she didn’t just do a quick ‘how to’, but actually gave me several of the outlines she’d used for some of her books to look through and learn from, answering my questions and just taking the time to lay it all out for me. I really appreciated that, Livia, and I hope you’ll see this mention. And for readers, if you haven’t already, do check out Livia’s books, her Passion series is some of my favorite stuff.
Alpha
Zane
I knew one day she’d come looking for answers, I just didn’t expect that day to be today. Hell, I wasn’t any more ready now than I had been six years ago. But here she was asking questions about something she knew nothing about. About people she knew nothing about.
People.
I used that term loosely. We were monsters, all of us. Killers. And she sought out the most heinous of all: me.
Aria Hale came with questions, questions to which only I had the answers, and she had every right to know the truth. But that didn’t mean I’d give it to her. In fact, I’d do whatever it took to keep her from ever finding out what really happened that night.
I could live with blood on my hands, but I couldn’t live knowing she hated me.
And if she ever did find out, she would hate me.
Aria
I guess he thought I’d leave the past alone. Let it die its miserable death. He didn’t know me very well though.
Six years had passed since the night my life changed forever. The night I lost everything. Six long years since the only man who had any answers at all disappeared.
Zane Von was the key to avenging what had happened that night. To understanding why they died and I didn’t. And whether he liked it or not, our lives were bound together irrevocably.
If he thought I’d walk away, turn my back on my past, well, then he was wrong.
Please note: Alpha is a dark paranormal (shapeshifter) romance intended for mature readers. It is a complete story. No cliffhanger.
Prologue
Zane
Six Years Earlier
“Stop, Aria. No…”
I meant to say we couldn’t do this. I meant to pull back. To be the older, more responsible one. But all I could think, all I could feel, all I could smell, hell, all I could taste was her.
Her.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Because if I fucked her tonight, I’d deserve to burn in hell.
“We can’t.” I barely managed the words, her mouth tasting too good, too sweet.
I was a thief, stealing from her. Taking something I had no right to take, even if she offered it because she had no idea what she was doing, who she was offering it to. If she did, maybe she wouldn’t be so eager.
And still, I was powerless to resist her as she dropped down to her knees before me.
You’ll hate yourself if you do this.
“Aria, please...we have to stop.” I looked at her, her big, innocent eyes staring up at me, that little pink tongue licking me. It was her first time sucking cock. Probably her first time seeing cock. And even though I was the one standing, even though I was the one who’d wound her hair tight around my fist, holding her there, keeping her on her knees before me — while those eyes watched me, I was a slave to her.
“We shouldn’t, Aria.”
That was convincing. Especially followed by that groan.
I almost stopped then. Almost pulled her off me. But then she closed her mouth over my cock and began to suck, and the hand that should have held her at bay pulled her closer, thrusting deeper, making tears stream from the corners of her eyes as I lost myself in the heat of that wet, hot little virgin mouth.
Just another lick. Just one more. Then I’ll stop. Then I’ll…fuck…
Chapter One
Aria
Six Years Later
The neon light shone red, flashing the name of the bar off Highway 43: Irredeemable.
What kind of a name was that for a bar?
I pulled into the parking lot, kicking up dust as I drove off the paved road and onto gravel and dirt, tiny stones crunching beneath the tires of my beat-up, third-hand Mazda Miata. It was vintage, with headlights that flipped up when you put them on, although the one on the right didn’t work anymore. I didn’t care. It was mine. One of the things I’d bought myself when I left school. It required some work to keep it running, but that was fine. My mechanical skills surprised me, but when you didn’t have a ton of money to spend on anything but necessities, you figured things out.
The aging green Miata stood out against the row of mean-looking bikes, all shiny chrome and gleaming paint, all obviously well cared for. In the distance was…nothing. Train tracks, mountains, and woods. Zane’s bar was out in the middle of fucking nowhere. You’d have to know it to come out here, and something about it didn’t invite the random car driving this forgotten road to stop. The opposite, in fact.
If the lights in the parking lot had worked once, they didn’t anymore, so I sat in my car and surveyed the lot from my headlights, trying to figure out what the hell had brought Zane here, why he’d run so far. Part of me screamed it knew the answer to that, but another part, the one that remembered him all those years ago, said no. It couldn’t be that. He’d been like family — until that last night at least. And he’d been my brother’s best friend.
Reaching over to the floor of the passenger seat, I picked up the bottle of vodka and swallowed the last sip. Liquid courage. I needed it tonight. My stomach was in knots, and my hands hadn’t stopped shaking since I’d found him. Since I’d found Zane Von. It had been six years since I’d seen him. I’d been sixteen then. Would he even recognize me, even though, after that night we’d shared, I’d never forget him?
That had been the night everything had change
d, when it had all gone wrong just when things had seemed so fucking perfect.
Reaching into the glove compartment, I pulled out the worn envelope that held the page from my brother Bryan’s notebook. Although anything of a personal nature seemed to have disappeared from his room the day he’d died, I’d found this single sheet of paper, torn and crumpled. It had been under his desk, like he’d meant to throw it away but missed the trash can. Taking out the piece of paper, I read it again, trying to understand what he was talking about, what was going on. But it still made no sense:
I don’t remember my dad. Aria doesn’t either. She searches photographs sometimes, but I can see in her eyes there’s no memory. Maybe it’s better she doesn’t know, doesn’t find out.
I’ll be eighteen in two weeks. That’s when it will happen. If it happens. I’m pretty sure it will. I see my body, how it’s changing, growing, and I know. I feel different inside, too. Hungrier. That’s the only way I can describe it. It scares me. If it happens, I have to leave Mom and Aria behind. Now that I know what I am… why and from whom we’re running, I’m not sure that’s a great idea. Zane says it is. He says it’s the only thing I can do to keep them safe. I can’t imagine leaving them unprotected, especially Aria. She’s just a kid. And she has no idea who what we are.
I didn’t realize he’d kept a diary. It wasn’t like him. He’d been a jock, captain of the football team. Keeping a diary was about as far from the Bryan Hale I’d grown up with as possible.
But then again, if there was one thing I’d learned over the last six years, it was that people kept secrets and you could never really know what was inside someone’s head. Thinking you knew someone at all was a stupid mistake.
Tears blurred my vision. I took care none fell on the single sheet I held. It was too precious. It was the last memento I had of Bryan. Putting it back into its envelope and sliding it into the glove compartment, I took the switchblade out. That had been Bryan’s, too.
I killed the engine and tucked the little knife into the seam I’d sewn into my boot, the cool metal reminding me to steel myself. I was searching for a killer, and if I ever hoped to avenge the murders of my family, I needed to stay focused. I’d cried enough already. Too much, in fact. The time for tears was past.
I rolled up my window and stepped out, tugging my jacket closer. Fall nights were cold in Colorado, even if the days were still warm. In the distance, the howl of a wolf made me shudder, forcing me to stop, to glance over my shoulder. Another cry came, this one sounding a little closer. My heartbeat quickened, and I walked faster toward the bar, not quite sure it was a safe haven against the animals making the sounds. In fact, when I opened the door and glimpsed the people inside, I was certain it was not.
Music played, hard ’90s rock drowning out every other noise. I scanned the place, wondering how Zane would react when he saw me. Would he even recognize me? It had been six years. Would I recognize him? He’d be twenty-four or twenty-five now. There was a time when I’d fantasized I’d marry him one day, but I shook my head at that now. I’d been a stupid kid.
People were beginning to look in my direction. I stood taller, forcing myself to meet their gazes head on, pushing away thoughts that I was an imposter, a fake who didn’t belong here. I had business with Zane Von. I had as much right as they to be here. Maybe more, considering.
Heading to the bar, I stopped before the bartender, a man who was probably in his mid-thirties, built like a brick house with thick, dark hair slicked back from his face and an unkempt beard barely hiding the deep scar that spanned his jaw and part of his right cheek. His features were sharp, everything about him hard, everything but his eyes. They were an intense blue seeming too old, too tortured to belong to him.
He leaned back, his body language relaxed, and folded his arms across his chest, the boredom in his expression telling me he’d taken stock of me and remained unimpressed.
“What can I do for you?”
“I’d like a beer, please.” My voice sounded creaky and I cleared my throat, repeating my request.
He snorted while his mouth curved up on one side. For a moment, he didn’t move, at least his body didn’t. He scanned me from my head to my chest, pausing there for a long moment before moving his focus back up to my face.
“Sure, pretty girl,” he said, sliding a mug under the tap and pouring, his eyes still on me. “Two bucks.”
From my back pocket, I pulled out a twenty and set it down. I was running low on cash. My allowance had stopped coming since I’d left school. Since I’d walked out and left no forwarding address. My benefactor — aka my grandfather — a man who couldn’t be bothered to once show up and meet me in person, who couldn’t take the time to turn up at my family’s funeral, had been paying for me to attend a very exclusive, very expensive, and very remote private school. He’d sent money monthly, a small allowance, and when I’d graduated, the check had been a little bigger. That was the day I’d left. The day the search for my family’s killer had begun.
I didn’t care about my grandfather. I had never met him, and he was nothing to me. The fact that he was family didn’t mean much. I wasn’t even sure I believed he was, except that he paid for everything, and that private school wasn’t cheap. But what I’d needed when my mom and Bryan had been ripped from me hadn’t been cash. I’d needed him. It would have been nice not to have been left on my own. To have had someone. My mom had never talked about him. I guess I figured out why over the two years he locked me away at that school, not once visiting.
The bartender changed my twenty and finally went to serve a round elsewhere. I leaned my back against the bar, exhaling, glad not to be the subject of his intense gaze. I scanned the surroundings, the dark wood paneling along the walls, the few windows with shutters closed, smoke hanging in the air. Battered tables and chairs that should have been retired a decade ago furnished the place, rings and dents marring the tables, the chairs too worn out to be comfortable anymore, and, even though every other place in and around Denver was smoke-free, here it was almost as though they pumped the stuff into the air. I sipped my beer, taking stock of the clientele, the majority of whom were men. Most held a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other, and women seemed to hang over them. It was a different place than I’d imagined Zane having. At least the Zane I remembered. But then again, maybe I hadn’t known him at all.
“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”
My friendly bartender was back. I turned, rolling my eyes at the lame question, taking the last sip of my drink before setting it down on the counter to order another.
He raised his eyebrows. “You sure?”
“Are you my dad?”
He clucked his tongue and shook his head, making me want to punch the grin off his face, but he took another glass and poured, sliding it toward me.
“I’m looking for someone, actually.”
“And who would that be?”
“Zane Von.”
He stilled, narrowing his eyes almost imperceptibly.
“Who’s asking?” He took my money and leaned back again, folding his arms across his chest, scrutinizing me.
“An old friend,” I said, determined not to be weak. Who was he to cross-examine me?
“Cute. You don’t seem his type though.”
“His type? I’m not…”
“Look around you, honey. You don’t exactly fit in here. Drink your beer and go back home to Mommy and Daddy.”
Fuck. You.
“You don’t know anything about me.” I brought my glass to my mouth, willing my hand to stop shaking as I did. “Is he here?” Blood pumped faster through my veins, anger growing with each beat of my heart.
“Nope,” he said casually, snapping his lips together and making a popping sound out of the P.
He was lying. I could see it. And he seemed to enjoy my frustration because he grinned again and walked toward the other end of the bar to join in the conversation there. I inhaled a deep
breath, tucked my change into my pocket, and walked around, noting the cameras in every corner of the room. People eyed me, obviously aware of the stranger among them, although no one approached or spoke to me. But more than once, the back of my neck prickled, making me shudder and glance back, the feeling of being watched creepy.
He wasn’t here, though. At least not out here in the bar. Was he sitting in an office somewhere following me on those cameras? I suddenly felt at a disadvantage. If I’d had the upper hand with the element of surprise when I got here, I’d surely lost it now. The bartender still kept an eye on me even while engaging with others. I thought about what he’d said about me not being Zane’s type and looked at the women here, at their tight-fitting clothes, each of them wearing more leather than I owned in my entire wardrobe, most of the women looking a little worse for wear. Well, the bartender was right, if this was now Zane’s “type.” I stuck out like a sore thumb in this place.
Finishing my beer, I set the empty on the counter, and, staring straight ahead, walked out the door. I’d wait in my car. If he was in the building, he’d have to go home sometime. I could wait. And my car would be more welcoming than this place.
The chill outside reminded me winter was fast approaching, but after the smoky bar, I gratefully sucked in the fresh, cool air. Cigarette smoke clung to me as I made my way around the corner toward my car.
“Hey,” someone said behind me.
Startled, I turned, glancing at the guy who leaned against the wall of the bar watching me. He took a long drag of his cigarette and flipped it away before taking a step closer. The way he scanned my body made me pick up the pace toward my car.
“Heard you were looking for Zane.”
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