FallingfortheAlphaMaleCollection 12StoryBundle
ReaganLockhart
©2018byReaganLockhart
Allrightsreserved.Thisbookoranyportionthereofmaynotbereproduced orusedinanymannerwhatsoeverwithouttheexpresswrittenpermissionofthe copyrightholderexceptfortheuseofbriefquotationsinabookreview.
Thisisaworkoffiction.Names,characters,businesses,places,events,and incidentsareeithertheproductsoftheauthor’simaginationorusedina fictitiousmanner.Anyresemblancetoactualpersons,livingordead,oractual eventsispurelycoincidental.
Allcharactersdepictedinthisstoryareovertheageofeighteen.Thisstory containsexplicitcontentandisintendedforadultsonly.
TableofContents
Copyright
Excerpt
SwappedinaFantasyWorld
SavedbytheBarbarian
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
ClaimedbythePrince
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
SharedbytheAlphas
Chapter1
Chapter2
BimboficationDay
BoringtoBimbo
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
GeektoBimbo
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
WannabetoBimbo
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter5
Chapter5
DominatedbytheShifter
TheDragonLord
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
TheWerewolfWarrior
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
TheWerelionKing
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
GenderSwapRPG
BecomingAWoman
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
DigitalBimbo
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
RealityChange
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
AuthorNotes
Excerpt
“Youwanttobemine,”hesaid.Withsuchconfidence.Likehecouldtasteit onher.
Herwordsfalteredinherthroat.Somanyexcusesanddenials. No.We’ve onlyjustmet.Idon’tknowyou.You’reawolfshiftercavemanwhocomesfroma fantasy,horror,world.
Whydidn’tshesayanyofthem?Becauseherheartwasthumpingandher mindwasracing.Shewasn’tsurewhatthetruthwas.
Didsheactuallywanttobehis?
Hewasexactlythekindofmanwhoshelustedforinherdreams.Apowerful alphawhowouldmakeherfeelsafe.Andhewassurpassinganyexpectations.
Neverinherlifehadshefeltmoresecurethanwhenshewasbyhisside, trekkingthroughabeyonddangerouslocation.Heturnedhellintoacomfortable stroll.
Melissa’sbodylongedforhim.Herbreedinginstinctswereablaze.Thiswas amansheshouldhavechildrenwith.Astuditwouldberighttospendtherestof herlifewith.
Maybethatwitchknewwhatshewasdoing.
FangtookMelissa’ssilenceasachallenge.Heburiedhistongueintoher cunt.Heateheroutwithfeveredlust.Fangshowedherwhatshewasmissingby sayingno.
Hermoansgotlouderasherheadpushedintothefirmstonebehindher.
“Holyshit,”shemoanedaspleasuresurgedthroughher.
“Admitit,”hegrowledintoherbody.
“Ican’t,”shewhimpered.
“Youcan.Youdo.Youwill.”
Melissacouldn’tholdbackhercries.Nomanhadeverdrawnhereyeandhe wasmakinghertingleinbliss.Shewasfalling.Herheadwasspinningand leavingherwithonlyoneanswer.
“Fine,”shegasped.“Ido.Ido!”
“Sayit.Iwanttohearit.”
Hiswordsweresoforceful.Justliketherestofhim.Hedidn’ttakeno,or silence,forananswer.Shewasn’tallowedtohidefromhim.Shehadtobareall.
Hedidn’tgiveherachoice.
“Iwanttobeyours,”shemoaned.Herheadmayhavebeenlaggingbehind, butherbodyhadlongsincedecided.Itwasn’twithstrainedbysociety’s teaching.Ittunedintonature,aworldwherehewasking.
Therewasnofinerpartner,foraferalwoman,thanhim.
SwappedinaFantasyWorld
SavedbytheBarbarian
Chapter1
“Morning,Alex.Hereforanewbook?”Mr.White,thejollyoldmanwho ownedthelocalbookstore,said.
“That’sright.Gotanythingnewin?”Alexasked.
“Foryou,afraidnot.Still,mightbesomethingontheshelvesyouhaven’t read.”
Fatchanceofthat.Alexwassurehe’dalreadyreadeveryfantasybookthat hadeverbeenwritten.Afterall,hewasafantasyobsessive.
Itdidn’tmatterhowheabsorbedthemedium,headoreditineveryshapeand form.Books,televisionshows,movies,videogames;hewasafantasyfan throughandthrough.Didn’tmatterifitwasseriesspanningepics,swordand sorcerystyleadventures,ormonsterfilledcomingofagestorieswithsinister twistsateveryturn.Alexwasaguywholovedfantasy.
“I’lltakealook.Hopefully,I’llfindsomething,”Alexsaid.“I’mitchingfor anewread.”
Alexmadehiswaytothesectionheknewbyheartandscannedthroughthe selection,hopingtofindsomethinghehadn’tseenbefore.Anewadventurefor himtolosehimselfin.
Thosewerethebestbooksofall,theonessocompellingyouactuallyfelt
pulledintothestory.
Somestoriesevenhadthatasthetheme.Theheroinebeingpulledintoa strange,fantasy,world,wheretheydidn’tbelong.Usuallycastintheroleof someheroofdestiny,whovanquishesthebigbadandalwaysgetsthegirl.
Alexhadalwaysdreamedofbeingoneoftheheroesinthosestories.He lovedfantasythatmuch.But,heknewadreamwasasfarasitgot.Itdidn’t matterhowmuchAlexlovedfantasy,itwasn’treal.
Itwascalledfantasyforareason.
Noneoftheworldshereadaboutexisted.Dofonys,Irrather,andSliberynn, wereallfigmentsofauthor’simaginations.Amillionotherworldsthesame.
Noneofthemactuallyexistedbeyondthepagesofhisstories,orasmovies featuringactorsheknewwereplayingparts.
Fantasywasn’treal,despitehowmuchhewantedittobe.
Alexwasn’tjustdeniedhisdreams.Hewasdeniedanewread.Heowned everybookontheshelfalready.Therewasnothingnewthatinterestedhim.
Itwasgettingharder,andharder,tofindnewmaterial.
Asiffateheardhiscomplaints,somethingtumbledfromthehighestshelf andclatteredAlexonthehead.
“Ouch!”hewhined,rubbingthesoreness.“Whatthehellwasthat?”
Sittingonthefloorwasaheavy,leather-clad,book.Itlookedwornandwas coatedwithathicklayerofdust.It’dbeenhiddenawayforalongtime.
Therewasnotitleonthefront.Nowordsatall.Itscoverwasadornedwitha symbolunknowntoAlex.Onethatlookedlikeacrestbelongingtosomenoble familyfromthetaleshe
likedtoread.
Alexdidn’tknowwhy,buthewasdrawntothebook.Hesensedagreat adventurewaitingforhimbetweenthepages.
Hedroppeditdownonthebookstorecounter.“Howmuchforthisone?I
can’tfindalabelonit.”
“I’veneverseenthatbookbefore,”Mr.Whitesaid.“Isitevenoneofmine?
Justtakeit,Alex.You’vebeensuchagoodcustomertome.Idon’tmindyou keepingit.”
“Really?Thanks,Mr.White.Youjustmademyday!”
Alexwasn’tsugarcoating,orexaggerating,hisexcitement.Hecradledthe bookandrushedhome,eagertogetreading.
Assoonashearrivedback,heopenedthebookandimmersedhimselfinthe world.
Literally.
Chapter2
Alexawokeandsawaperfectblueskylookingbackathim.
Hedidn’tknowhe’dfallenasleep.Thelastthingherememberedwas openinghisnewbook.Afterthat,everythingwasblack.Hismemorywasgone.
Hedidn’tremembergoingoutside,ortakinganap.
Alexliftedhisheadfromthefloorandwincedasitthrobbed.Amigraine madehimgroan.
“Ouch.Whatthehell?”hecomplained,lookingaround.Whereheshould haveseenacouch,aTV,androwsoffigurineshe’dspentgreatcarepaintingso theyfithishighstandards,hesawaspanningwilderness.
Grassflowedpleasantlyinthewindaroundhim,andtreesrustledfromthe verysamebreeze.Thesoundofbirdschirpingmixedinwiththetranquilsong, andaconcealedstreamrumblednottoofaraway.
Ifhe’dwanderedoutside,he’dgoneabitfurtherthanthecurb.
“AmIdreaming?”Alexaskedhimself.Hehadtobe.Itwastheonlywayto explainhowhe’dbeendumpedinthemiddleofaforest.That,oraseriouscase ofsleepwalking.
Sleepwalkingdidn’texplainthevoicethatwasdictatinghiswords.Itwasn’t his.Itwasfartoodelicate.Feminine.
Agirl’svoice.
“What’sgoingonhere?”hesaid,checkinghisvoice.Definitelynothis.
Soundedlikeasiren.Andnotthebeepingkind.
Thevoicewasn’ttheonlyunusualthing.Strandsofunkempthairdangled downandpartiallyobscuredAlex’svision.Hishairwasn’ttheshortest,butit
wasn’tthatlong.Anditwasadirtybrown.Thelocksforcinghisfingersinto actionwereblonde.
Hedidn’tgettimetothinkabouttheoddities.Asounddisturbedhim.A rustleinthebushes.
Alexgrewhyperalert.Hisimaginationranwild.Wasitsomesortofsix-headedhellbeast?Agold-hoardingdragonking?Asnake-facedcentaurhunter?
“Hello?”hisfartoodelicatevoicesaid.“Isanybodythere?”
Noanswer,justanotherrustle.Whatsortofmonsterwasit?Wasitachance encounterwiththedemonking?!
Ofcoursenot.Itwasacute,furry,whiterabbit.
Alexsighedinrelief.He’dworriedhimselffornoreason.Heknewthe creatureshepictureddidn’texist.
Thebunnydartedoff,andapackofferalwolvesleapedfromthebush.They definitelydidexist,andtheireyesturnedawayfromtheiroriginaltargetand overtotheirnewprey.
Him.
“Nicedoggies,”hesaid,slowlymakinghisretreat.Nosuddenmovements.
Hedidn’twanttospookthem.
Itmadenodifference.Theirmindwasmadeup.Theybaredtheirfangsand pouncedtowardshim.
Alexmadethewisedecisiontogetthehelloutofthere.
Hewasneverasportyguy.Thelasttimehe’ddoneanyseriousexercisewas afewyearspriorwhenhestillattendedschool.Eventhenhedideverythinghe couldtoclaimhewassick.Afakenotefromthedoctorwasapowerfulweapon.
Itwasamazinghoweasilyonecouldbemotivatedtorunwhentheyhada packofwolvessnappingattheirheels.
Alexranasfastashisfeetcouldtakehim,jumpingoverrootsthatjutted
fromthefloor,hurdlingrockswhichaimedtosprainhisankles.Hissocksand shoesweremissing,andthegroundmadehissolesache.Itdidn’tstophim.It couldn’tstophim.Ifanyoftheobstaclesclaimedhim,itwasgameover.They’d claimamightyassistforawolf’skillingblow.
Itwasn’tjustnaturewhichtriedtostophim.Hisremainingclothingwished togetinontheact.Hispantstriedtoretreatdownhislegsandabandonedhis waistline.Hehadtousehishandstopullthemup.Itwastheonlythinghecould dotostophimselffromtrippingoverthedanglinglegs.
Hisshirtfelttootight,andhisfronttooheavy.Itwashardtobreathe,and hardtomovequickly,whensomethingkeptswingingaround.Whatitwas,he didn’tknow.Hedidn’tdarelook.Doingsowouldslowhimdownandturnhim intowolfchow.
Alex’seyesremainedahead,onthepath,lookingforawayout.
Eventhoughheranfasterthanheknewhecould,thewolvesdidn’tstop chasing.Theyremainedrightbehind,readytopounceassoonasAlexstumbled.
Hewasdeterminednottodoso.Heknewdoingsowouldbetheendofhim.
Alexracedthroughafoliagewallandemergedfromtheforestandintoa clearing.Itwasn’tgoodnews.Thepathcametoastopasitturnedintoawide stream.Itwasn’tparticularlystrong,butAlexcouldn’tswim,andtherewasno convenientbridgewaitinginfrontofhim.
NowayoverforAlex.Hehadtogoaround.
Beforehecouldmakeadecisiontotakeoffdownthebank,thewolveshad himsurrounded.Andtheylookedextrahungryafterhavingtochasetheirmeal down.
Alexwasn’tdeluded.Heknewwhatthismeant.Gameover.
Unlikeinhisvideogames,hecouldn’tresetandgoagain.Forhim,game overmeantlifeover.
“Please,don’tdothis,”hebegged,notwantingtodie.Hestillhadsomuch tolivefor.ThesequeltoTheIronNexuswascomingoutinWinter.Hedidn’t wanttomissit.“Please.Anyone.Anything.Saveme.”
Thewolvesweren’tmovedbyhispleas.Theypouncedathim.
Alexdroppeddown,coveredhishead,andsquealedinterror.
However,theenddidnotarrive.
RatherthansinkingtheirfangsintoAlex’sbody,thewolveswhimperedas theirassaultwasputtoaswift,decisive,end.
Unabletocomprehendthelackofagonyracingthroughhim,Alexremained withhisheadburiedtothefloor,untilavoiceshockedhim.
“Don’tworry,love.You’resafenow.Igot‘em.”
IttookAlexamomenttorealizethatthevoicewastalkingtohim.His prayershadbeenanswered.Helookedupandfoundthatthewolveshadbeen takencareof.They’dbeenreducedintoclumpsofred,thesameformthey intendedforhim.
Whatstoodintheirplacewasahugetowerofamanwhocastashadow acrossAlex,andeverythinginhisvicinity.
Hewasaroundseven-foottall,andhisstockyframewasbulgingwith massivemuscles,makinghimappearevenbigger.Hisarmswereasthickastree trunks,hislegsnothinner,andhisstomachwaschiseledwithaneight-pack.
That’sright.Notasix-pack.Aneight-pack.
Alexcouldn’tevengetpastaone-pack.
ThemysterymandidnothingtohidehisHerculeanbody.Hedidn’twear anythingapartfromsomeleatherstraps,thathelookedreadytoburstoutof,and afurloincloththatputallitseffortintohidingonemusclealone.
Hisskinwasbakedtobronzefromalifeoutside,andhisskinwasscarred throughbattle.Bloodsplattersdrippedoverhismusclesashehandedagiant
battleaxewithonehand.Itwasalmostasbigashewasandwasbeing manhandled.
Onlysomeonewithobscenestrengthcouldeasilywieldsuchamonstrous weapon.
Asforhisface,itwasasmanlyashisbodydeserved.Squarejaw,strong features,adarkstubble,andastarethatcouldsendminotaursfleeing.Allframed withlong,blowing,blackhair.
Alexwasinawe.Thisguywasn’tliketheheroesinhisfantasynovels.They wereusuallyguyslikehim.Unassuming.Thesurpriseh
ero.
Thisguywasabadass.Hedidn’tneedtoworryaboutgettingthegirlinthe end.He’dhadadifferentgirloneverypage.Whenhewalkedinaroom,allthe ladiescreamedtheirpanties.
Alex’sfaceburnedredashisinsidesturnedhot,hot,hot.Hewasfeelingthe sameeffect.Hewasn’tgay,butthisguywastoohot.Toosexy.HemadeAlex’s heartpoundandmouthdry.
“Catgotyourtongue,love?”thebarbarianasked.Helookedcustombuiltto playthatrole.“Notevengonnageta‘thanks’?”
“Thanks,”Alexsomehowsaid.Therewasadesertinhismouth.
“Noproblem,babe.What’saprettylilthinglikeyoudoingallthewayout here?You’dbewolfchowifitweren’tforme.”
Babe?Prettylilthing?Alexwaslittle,comparedtothisman-giant,buthe wouldneverconsiderhimselftobepretty.Hewasaguy.Atmosthewouldwant tobehandsome.
Honestly,hewasveryaverage.Anormal,unassuming,guy.
Thebarbarian,notsomuch.
“Idon’tknow,”Alexsaid.“LastthingIrememberedwasbeinginmy apartment.ThenIendedupouthere.”Thesleepwalkingtheorywasoutofthe
window.EvenifAlexhadmanagedtowanderallthewaytosomeforest,thathe hadneverseenbefore,nowaywouldheeverfindabarbarianstudroaming around.“Whereishere?”
“TheHowlingForest,ofcourse.Dangerousfordelicatethingslikeyou.”
“TheHowlingForest?What?Bemoreclear.Whatisthislandcalled?This worldcalled.”
“Didyouhityourheadorsomething,girly?”
“Justtellme,please.”
“You’reoneweirdchick.HowcouldyouforgetAddovion?”
Addovion.Alexhadneverheardthetermbefore,butitwasn’tEarth.It soundedlikesomethingfromoneofhisfantasybooks.Andthebarbarianwasa manfittobecastinthem.
ThenAlex’strainofthoughtslippedtheotherway.“Wait.Whatdidyoucall me?”
“Ididn’tcallyounothing,missy.Youain’ttoldmeyourname.Thenagain, guessIain’ttoldyoumine.”Hethumpedahandtohisbroadchest.“Name’s Draug.”
Alexdidn’tgiveashitwhatDraugwascalled.Hewasmorefocusedon girly.Missy.Chick.
Hetwistedaroundandtookalookattheriver.Thewaterwasflowingby, whichdistortedtheimage,butAlexcouldmakeoutsomekeyfeatures.
Longblondehair.Softface.Plumplips.Hugetits.
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