An MM, Mpreg Shifter Romance
Alexander, an alpha of the Webber pack, was orphaned at the age of 7 in a war with the Kurrens that took his entire family from him. A truce was negotiated between the two packs that has gone on for twenty years, but when Alexander saves a sweet omega from the terrible Larcon Kurren, he puts that truce in jeopardy.
Blue Mitchell’s parents are splitting up and he’s moving across the country from Santa Monica to Sleepy Hill, Colorado to finish his senior year. Looking for shifter friends and companionship, he accepts an invitation to get drinks with a handsome alpha, but soon realizes he’s made an awful mistake.
Larcon slips something in Blue’s drink and intends to bring him back to his compound—just another omega to add to his captive harem. But Alexander, having picked up Blue’s scent and recognized it as the scent of his fated-mate, saves the beautiful boy from a life of enslavement.
Eric, the Webbers pack leader, is furious. Alexander has put the truce in jeopardy, and the lives and safety of the rest of the pack with it. So, when Alexander is at work, he betrays him and hands Blue over to the Larcon.
Alexander is furious. It’s time for him to step up and be the alpha pack leader he’s destined to be. But will he act in time to save Blue from the clutches of the Kurrens, and prevent a war?
…Finding your fated-mate…something most shifters only dream about, and Alexander isn’t about to let his chance as everlasting love slip away…
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Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Alpha Character, Badass Hero, Big Character / Little Character, Biological Urge to Mate, Bodyguard/Guardian Angel, Everyone is Queer, First Time, Forbidden Love, InstaLove / Love at First Sight, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Mpreg, Rescue
Word Count: 48,000
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“It—it can’t be,” I repeated as I stared into the dimly lit dive bar, the sweet scent of ripe peaches filling my nose.
But it was. As I inhaled more deeply, I understood immediately: it was the scent of my fated-mate!
An overwhelming joy swept through me, only to be met with a terrifying realization; Larcon was in there with him.
As far as sons of bitches went, Larcon was one of the top in the world. If a medal was given out each year for being the world’s biggest cunt, he’d win every time, and that was putting it mildly. Not only was he brash, uncultured and uncouth, and full of himself with that jacked-up truck of his, but he was also an evil bastard who had no qualms about kidnapping omegas and holding them against their will for as long as they amused him and the rest of his alphas. If my fated-mate was in there with him, that meant one thing; he was in danger.READ MORE
I burst in through the front door and scanned the room. It was completely empty, but my nose pointed me towards a table in the back, sitting in the shadows away from prying eyes. I saw two figures there, one was Larcon, who was standing, and the other, slumped over the table, was a boy, my fated-mate.
I’m too late, I realized. The omega wasn’t moving. Larcon had drugged him, most likely by slipping something in his drink. When he woke up next, he’d be at the Kurren compound, chained up or locked in a room or whatever diabolical shit they did up there, with no means of escape. But I wasn’t about to let that happen.
“LARCON!” I bellowed, seconds away from taking wolf form and tearing him to pieces. Larcon, who was doing something on his phone, looked up and smiled when he saw me.
“Alexander. What a pleasant and unexpected surprise!”
“Get away from him,” I snarled, curling my lip to expose my fangs. “Now.”
“Whoa, buddy. What crawled up your ass and died?”
“I’m not going to say it again. Get away from him.”
“You really don’t want to start with me, Alex,” Larcon replied, shaking his head like he was the toughest alpha in the world. “And you know it. So why don’t you turn around, and take your three-thousand-dollar suit and your little cuck ass back up the peak where you belong?”
That’s it, I thought as I looked at the poor omega lying with his head down on the table.
I stepped forward threateningly and growled. Larcon’s eyes narrowed as he realized that I wasn’t just messing around—I was serious. He cocked his head to the side.
“The fuck you doing, Alex?” he asked. “What do you care about this guy?”
“For the sake of peace between our packs, I’ll say it once more,” I told him. “Step away from the omega and get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to have to kill you.”
“You know what, Alex? I don’t want to fight you either—at least right now. Which is why I’m not going to!”
My senses were on high alert, and I was already shifting when the attack came from behind me. I smelled his stench as I burst out of my suit, shredding it into expensive rags, and dodged out of the way as one of Larcon’s alphas streaked through the air past me and slammed into a table and chairs, smashing them to bits.
I leapt forward and snapped at his hind legs, but he was quick and managed to scramble away before I could get my teeth around him. He spun and gnashed his teeth at me, growling in a defensive posture, the hair on his back standing straight up.
He was a big bastard, with a dark brown coat salted with white flecks. His eyes were angry with loyalty to his pack. I recognized him as Tyson, one of the least classy of the Kurrens—and that was saying something.
It was a standoff, each of us waiting for the other to move. But behind him, I saw Larcon round the table, wrap his arm around the omega—my fated-mate—and lift him over his shoulder and head for the back door.