Alpha's War_A BAD Alpha Dad Romance

by Renee Rose

  Sure enough, a few minutes later, two figures appear, striding back toward the house. Halfway down the slope, Nash stoops down and picks up our son. At four years old, Nolan’s gotten big, but his dad has broad shoulders. Broad enough to bear my mark. Broad enough to bear our son... and soon, our daughter.

  I smile wider as Nash pauses, bending carefully to pick a handful of wildflowers.

  “These are your mother’s favorite,” he tells Nolan, handing them up for our boy to carry. I lean too close to the counter and Nadia kicks in protest.

  I drop my hands to my rounded belly.

  “Not long now,” I whisper. Her father already calls her princess, just as he calls me his queen.

  The pack calls Nolan the little prince, and they still call him king of the beasts—but only to tease him. He barely allows the pack calling him Alpha, though I think he likes it more than he lets on. But no, he insists he’s just Nash. Or Denali’s mate. Or, to Nolan, and soon Nadia, daddy.

  He takes care of us all—his family and his pack.

  We all continue to operate under the radar, just in case the government decides to come looking for any of us. But they’ve turned The Pit into something slightly more attractive—a biker bar style tavern called The Jungle—to serve as better cover for the fight club.

  Nash fights, but only once a week. The rest of the time, he’s handyman to me, the tavern, and now much of the neighborhood.

  He’s garnered fame as a fighter throughout all of North America and gets invited to all kinds of shifter games and events. Most of them he turns down. He won’t leave me and Nolan again, not even for a night or two.

  He and Nolan bump into the cottage, and Nolan presents me with the wildflowers. Nash sweeps around behind me and puts his hands on my belly, his lips on my neck. I lean back into him.

  It’s times like these I miss my family—my grandfather and aunt who raised me. I would’ve liked them to know how happy I am. How much of them I see in the way I parent. The way I view life. But I can’t dwell on my losses. Because my gains are too big.

  I have Nash.

  I have Nolan.

  Soon, I’ll have Nadia.

  And together, we’re our own pride.

  No one will keep us down. Not ever again.

  Recipe: Easiest Peanut Butter Cookies Ever

  Renee’s note: and they’re gluten free!

  1 cup peanut butter

  1 cup sugar

  1 egg

  1 tsp vanilla extract

  Mix everything together. Roll dough into 1-inch balls and lay out on a cookie sheet. Flatten each ball with a fork in a crisscross pattern.

  Bake for 10 mins at 325 degrees F and let completely cool before getting them off the pan. Eat or crumble on top of vanilla ice cream. :D

  Author’s note

  Lee here. I have to give a huge shout out to Renee, co-writer extraordinaire and awesome friend. This series wouldn’t exist without her, not to mention this book. I pretty much handed over a bunch of scenes and an idea, and she did the rest. I read the results with tears in my eyes; she made the book what it was meant to be. She’s magic.

  I’m so incredibly grateful for this series. In each book I think we pushed the limits of our writing and storytelling abilities, while having more fun that should be legal. We have ideas for a lot more bad boy shifter books, so I hope you enjoy reading them half as much as we love writing them.

  I want to dedicate this book to our kids, who make life amazing fun, challenging, and so much richer.

  Thanks to the BAD authors, especially Gwen Knight, for inviting us to the group and for making Nash’s cover. Aubrey Cara, Alexis Alvarez, and Miranda for beta and editing services. Melissa for helping with my newsletter and Nanette helping with ARCs and the Goddess Group. Our hubbys for helping with the kids while we write!

  And huge thanks to Renee Rose for being an amazing writer, confidant, friend—you complete me!

  XOXO

  -Lee

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  Thanks for reading Alpha’s War! We have ideas for more books in the series—Trey and Agent Dune need a book, not to mention Nash’s motley shifter crew. If you want more bad boy shifter books, please let us know!

  Thanks to everyone who’s read and reviewed the series thus far. We appreciate you! We write the books WE want to read, and it’s nice to know others enjoy them too.

  Alpha’s Temptation (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 1)

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  MINE TO PROTECT. MINE TO PUNISH. MINE.

  I'm a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Banished from my birth pack after a bloodbath, I never wanted a mate.

  Then I meet Kylie. My temptation. We're trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She's strong, but broken. And she's hiding something.

  My wolf wants to claim her. But she's human, and her delicate flesh won't survive a wolf's mark.

  I'm too dangerous. I should stay away. But when I discover she's the hacker who nearly took down my company, I demand she submit to my punishment. And she will.

  Kylie belongs to me.

  Alpha’s Danger (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 2)

  “YOU BROKE THE RULES, LITTLE HUMAN. I OWN YOU NOW.”

  I am an alpha wolf, one of the youngest in the States. I can pick any she-wolf in the pack for a mate. So why am I sniffing around the sexy human attorney next door? The minute I catch Amber’s sweet scent, my wolf wants to claim her.

  Hanging around is a bad idea, but I don’t play by the rules. Amber acts all prim and proper, but she has a secret, too. She may not want her psychic abilities, but they’re a gift.

  I should let her go, but the way she fights me only makes me want her more. When she learns what I am, there’s no escape for her. She’s in my world, whether she likes it or not. I need her to use her gifts to help recover my missing sister—and I won’t take no for an answer.

  She’s mine now.

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  Alpha’s Prize (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 3)

  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.

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  Alpha’s Challenge (Bad Boy Alphas, Book 4)

  How to Date a Werewolf:

  #1 Never call him ‘Good Doggie.’

  I’ve got a problem. A big, hairy problem. An enforcer from the Werewolves Motorcycle Club broke into my house. He thinks I know the Werewolves’ secret, and the pack sent him to guard me.

  #2 During a full moon, be ready to get freaky

  By the time he decides I’m no threat, it’s too late. His wolf has claimed me for his mate.

  Too bad we can’t stand each other…

  # 3 Bad girls get eaten in the bedroom

  ...until instincts take over. Things get wild. Naked under the full moon, this wolfman has me howling for more.

  # 4 Break ups are hairy

  Not even a visit from the mob, my abusive ex, my crazy mother and a road trip across the state in a hippie VW bus can shake him.

  #5 Beware the mating bite

  Because there’s no running from a wolf when he decides you’re his mate.

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  Alpha’s Obsession (Bad Boy Alpha’s Book 5)

  A werewolf, an owl shifter, and a scientist walk into a bar…

  Sam

  I was born in a lab, fostered out to humans, then tortured in a cage. Fate allowed me to escape, and I know why.

>   To balance the scales of justice. Right the misdeeds of the harvesters.

  Nothing matters but taking down the man who made me what I am: A monster driven by revenge, whatever the cost.

  Then I meet Layne. She thinks I’m a hero.

  But she doesn’t understand—If I don’t follow this darkness to its end, it will consume me.

  Layne

  I’ve spent my life in the lab, researching the cure for the disease that killed my mom. No late nights out, no dates, definitely no boyfriend.

  Then Sam breaks into my lab, steals my research, and kidnaps me. He’s damaged. Crazy. And definitely not human.

  He and his friends are on a mission to stop the company that’s been torturing shifters, and now I’m a part of it.

  Sam promises to protect me. And when he touches me, I feel reborn. But he’s hellbent on revenge. He won’t give it up.

  Not even for me.

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  Alpha’s Desire (Bad Boy Alpha’s Book 6)

  She’s the one girl this player can’t have. A human.

  I’m dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night.

  I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her scream, but it wouldn’t be right.

  She’s too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate.

  Too human.

  When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories.

  But I won’t do it.

  Still, I’m not mate material—I can’t mark her and bring her into the pack.

  What in the hell am I going to do with her?

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  About Renee Rose

  USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

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  Check out Renee’s Zandian Masters Series!

  His Human Slave

  His Human Prisoner

  Training His Human

  His Human Rebel

  His Human Vessel

  His Mate and Master

  Zandian Pet

  His Human Possession

  Zandian Brides Series

  Night of the Zandians

  Excerpt: Zandian Pet

  For a sex slave, there were worse gigs than Prium’s Intergalactic Lounge, aka sex emporium.

  Mina stretched, arching her back and pushing her hips in the air before giving the fluffy blue tail in her ass a wiggle. She had seven males of three different species watching her window as she wriggled around behind the laser glass for their entertainment.

  The work at Prium’s was nonstop, which some might find tiresome, but after five years closed up at Durhock’s, she found the stimulation invigorating.

  No, not the sexual stimulation. That part had never done anything for her. Personally, she didn’t see what it was about sex that made males lose their minds.

  One of the males watching rubbed his hands over his own man-nipples, and she took the cue and squeezed her breasts, lifting one to lick the nipple. She’d had years of training in turning males on.

  The time Mina had spent as Durhock’s pet wasn’t overly taxing, though. All she’d had to do was obey his every command and look beautiful naked. Wear the collar, stupid fluffy ears pinned in her hair and a tail plug in her ass when he had guests. Service them when he’d ordered it. Service him when he’d demanded, but that wasn’t often. He’d had so many sex pets, they were mostly for display.

  Show cats, the human slave, Leti, used to call them.

  Leti. Veck, Mina missed her. She didn’t know what happened to her friend after her Bangardian master Durhock—the idiot—choked to death eating a piece of dried fruit. They all were auctioned off with the rest of his belongings. All she knew was Prium bought her for his sex emporium two lunar cycles ago, and there she was.

  She caught the eye of one of the males and crawled slowly forward. Come into my cell. Some slaves preferred to dance and prance around alone to being selected for use by a customer, but not her. The more interaction she had with other beings, the greater her chance of figuring her way out of this place. She needed information, and she wasn’t going to get it rubbing her own lady-flower behind the laser screen.

  No, she couldn’t have asked for a better place to be than Prium’s. Locked away in Durhock’s home, she’d never had a chance of escape, no hope of finding out anything about her species, if any of them still existed. But here? Hundreds of beings came and went every planet rotation. She’d personally serviced forty already, which meant she’d heard all the news of the galaxy.

  She already confirmed she wasn’t the only Zandian left alive. According to the Ocretion businessman who’d left that morning, Prince Zander survived and had amassed a small contingent of other survivors on a pod parked in Ocretion airspace. Maybe she was too optimistic, but she believed if she could get herself there, she’d be welcomed.

  Her father had been the king’s Master Warrior, after all. That had to count for something. She’d lived in the royal palace before the Finn invaded. She remembered Prince Zander, already a handsome and skilled warrior in training with her father at the time of the invasion. And her father had probably died defending the king and queen.

  So, now all she needed was to break out of the emporium and hitch a ride to Ocretion airspace. Which most would say was impossible, but if she’d learned anything from her father, it was focus and determination. There’s nothing you can’t do, he used to tell her and her younger sister, Talia. Decide what you want, or what needs to be done, and never let your mind wander from that goal.

  She wouldn’t imagine her father’s opinion of her means of getting to her goal. Trading her flesh for knowledge. For opportunity. She couldn’t let the twist of shame free from the pit of her stomach. Someday, when she was free, she could take it out and examine it. For now, she’d do what she needed to do.

  And she’d already made it one step closer to freedom. No, two. After careful study, she may have figured out a way to short out the laser wall that kept her caged. All she needed was a Zandian crystal.

  Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen one since her planet was invaded by the Finn when she was just eight solar cycles.

  The male she’d been attempting to lure in fisted his cock, watching her.

  She licked her lips and sat back on her heels, curling a finger to beckon him in.

  I can suck that cock for you, ugly Ocretion. Come in here so I can seduce you into taking me with you. Straight to Ocretia. Or her airspace, anyway.

  ~.~

  Erick doubled back twice before landing his ship. Some vecker had been following him. He wouldn’t put it past the Finn to hire every mercenary in the galaxy to tail Zandians now that they knew Prince Zander had armed himself.

  For now, he thought he was clear. Even if he wasn’t, they weren’t going to find anything out from his visit to Prium’s Intergalactic Lounge, the swanky sex club on the neutral planet of Aurelia, which was one of the reasons he’d chosen to stop there.

  The club featured every flavor of copulation in the galaxy with just about any species.

  Don’t want to participate? No problem! You can watch. At least thirty sex rooms had an invisible laser wall open to the lounge. He did
n’t know what type of customer requested those rooms. Did it cost more to have your activity on display? Or did you get a discount? He’d never asked. Exhibitionism wasn’t his thing.

  Prium’s was the place he stopped to let off steam during breeding season. When his biology raged at him to find a female and plant her with his seed. Too bad there weren’t any Zandian females left to implant.

  At least, he’d believed there weren’t until two short planet rotations ago when two stunningly beautiful females had arrived in the palatial pod, leaving every male there senseless with lust. Which was why he’d chosen to get the hell off the space pod.

  The females weren’t available, anyway. Talia, Master Seke’s daughter, came already mated to the warrior Tomis, and Eslyn seemed to be in relationship with three other criminals brought in from Zandia. Although judging by the rumors, she wished to shed herself of those males, which left every warrior in the pod clamoring to take their place, offering to share her like her previous mates had.