Shifter Alpha Claim 1-6 Omnibus

by Tamara Rose Blodgett

  I swing back, readying to skewer his lungs when Talyn steps between us.

  I check my strike with a curse, swinging away to give the momentum somewhere to go.

  “Stop this, you fucking peacocks!”

  Peacocks?

  “Oh—wipe that dumb look off your face, Merck—or whoever you are! This is my home. Not a gymnasium for the two of you to wreck everything within ten feet!”

  Arden touches her shoulders and she shrugs off his hands.

  My eyes meet those of the Mutable behind her and I smirk. If I were human, I'd flip him off.

  But I'm not and the games are over.

  Talyn Phisher will transition. I am a Changer for her flavor of supe. “Just because Arden says he can transition you doesn't mean he's the best shifter for the job, Talyn.” I say it to her while I look at him.

  She puts her hands on her hips. We both track her movements.

  “God, you boys are all sexed up. Great. Listen to me and listen well—I am not a boss open for taking job interviews. I'm not hearing what you're saying. I trust what Enforcer Adrienne said: that I'm some kind of hybrid. But I'll be damned if I'm going to hump my way to being a werewolf.”

  I spread my hands away from my body. “Talyn, this is the way it has always been done. A Changer finds a hybrid female whose human side has covered her scent. When she begins to degrade because her Lycan side is taking over, and trying to transition, your scent—and all those females before you, begins to attract those who seek it out. It's biology, not emotions.”

  Talyn crosses her arms, glaring at us. “I am not ruled by emotions!” she yells and swipes a tear off her cheek.

  Arden and I look at each other.

  “Stop doing that!” she rants and walks away.

  Her feline streaks past, hissing at the Mutable and me as it does.

  “Pooky!” Talyn moans with relief.

  Talyn flops down on the only piece of furniture upright and covers her face with her hands. “I don't want this.”

  “There's no rewinds, Tal. We can't take away what you are.”

  She looks to the Mutable, and his face is closed down like a drum. At least we're together on that.

  “Don't manage me, Arden.”

  He throws up his hands in the universal gesture of I give up.

  “Talyn,” I begin slowly, “this isn't a game. You will die unless I transition you.”

  “One of us does,” Arden glares at me.

  “Is that true?” Talyn asks.

  “Probably,” I admit. “But the Mutable has how many transitions under his belt?”

  I know this answer—but Talyn doesn't. She needs too.

  Arden gives a hard sigh. “None.”

  Talyn laughs. “So you were going to what—practice on me?”

  I grin.

  She swings to face me and I wipe my face of expression. “And you!” she roars.

  I scowl.

  “You're nothing but a Lycan man-whore. You sleep with any female that needs the ʻchangeʼ. I'm just a notch in your werewolf belt. Nope,” she says, walking into her bedroom and tossing a small rollaway suitcase on a bed covered in a lacy, feminine quilt, “I'm not going to sleep with my ex-BFF who can change into a menagerie. Nor am I willing to just have sex with some Lycan because he says lie down and spread ʼem.”

  She punches clothes inside the suitcase.

  Arden gives me a helpless look.

  Okay, maybe this will work. I stride behind her, sliding my arms around her waist.

  I press my mouth to the soft spot where her neck meets her shoulder.

  Talyn struggles.

  I bite down and she moans, throwing her head back against my other shoulder.

  “Stop,” she says. The word is no but her body is throwing off breed me hormones like a freight train.

  “God, stop it,” Arden says.

  My eyes flick to his and sweat is beading on his face. “She's too ready. I can't hold back.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. I'm not sharing.

  Arden's gaze challenges me as Talyn rubs her ass cheeks against my raging erection. I give a painful shift of my prick and it settles in the crack of her ass.

  Not an improvement. The placement makes my control worse, not better.

  I growl against her shoulder, asserting my dominance as a male Alpha Lycan. It's a last resort in an effort to evoke compliance.

  Her animal should recognize mine. See that I'm here to help, to ease her.

  Arden moves in a blur to her front.

  Our eyes meet and I growl against her flesh.

  Talyn whimpers.

  She's mine. I feel her animal submit. I scent her readiness. Her degradation to Lycan is near. She's ripe for the taking.

  Though I need her assent.

  “Talyn, look at me.”

  I can't see her face but I know Talyn is responding to Arden's command when her chin dips from its perch on my shoulder.

  “Let us help you,” he whispers and his hands move to cup her breasts.

  She moans and our pelvises both arch toward her in response—toward her sex.

  I can't take my mouth from her shoulder until she gives consent. Which means I can't tell Arden to fuck off.

  The Mutable thinks he'll have a ménage à trois with my change?

  He's mistaken.

  “Yes,” she answers with a thready sigh.

  I shudder in relief, and my teeth release her flesh. Perfect indentations mar the smoothness of her upper shoulder, though I didn't break the skin.

  Stealthy creeping erupts from the hallway. Arden's eyes flash to the source.

  The shifters who I gave the slip have arrived.

  A languid Talyn hangs between us. Ready for transition. She would take any male in this state.

  With the Mutable's help, I put her there.

  A huge Lycan male crosses the threshold into her bedroom. “We'll take it from here, dogs.”

  He smiles, his many rows of teeth glow softly in the dark bedroom.

  I lay Talyn on the bed and loosen my hands, crouching low.

  They won't have her.

  I don't look behind me to see what Arden's doing, but I hear the crunch of bones shifting. Tendons snap wetly as they realign into a form of his choosing.

  He'll take me out of the equation while a mutual enemy threatens Talyn.

  But he doesn't. Arden charges the shifters.

  As a grizzly.

  I leap into the fray, fangs bared.

  THE END

  SHIFTER

  An Alpha Claim Brief-Bites® Novelette

  Episode 3

  New York Times Bestselling Author(s)

  MARATA EROS

  TAMARA ROSE BLODGETT

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  Synopsis

  Talyn finds herself in a compromised position—literally.

  Having escaped the supernatural battle raging inside her house, she falls into the wrong set of arms, and soon finds herself alone in a prison constructed of Mutables; a group of shifters that can change into virtually any animal. They too, have a limited female population.

  Talyn doesn't care. She refuses to become the Lycan Merck and Arden insist she'll become, though her beast is clawing to es
cape.

  But a revelation about her lineage makes becoming a Lycan a surety, rather than a choice. The question that haunts Talyn is: who will transition her? Friend, foe—or lover?

  1

  Talyn

  This is my life.

  Yup.

  Fighting among supernaturals while they devastate my house.

  Check.

  Pooky MIA.

  Check.

  Swollen female bits making me absolutely crazy.

  Double check.

  A roar fills my ears and I want to flinch, but no part of my body moves. I'm languid, as my house is coming down around me.

  Plaster dust fills the air in a cloud and I cough.

  Blood splatter flies over my head as it dots the ceiling above my head like paint thrown from a can.

  I try to come to myself but I'm numb.

  All I remember is Merck's teeth in my shoulder—Arden's hands on my breasts.

  Paws.

  I giggle, and on some level I understand I've moved into hysteria. Any woman would be after what I've been through in the last day.

  Tonight I found out I'm sort of a werewolf. And a human. And a counselor.

  Like a tootsie roll with a gooey yummy center.

  I bark out a laugh and get a case of the hiccups for my trouble.

  Pooky sprints into the room, hopping onto my chest. My breath whooshes out of me and I'm fighting.

  Fighting for my sanity.

  Fighting the new instincts that rise like vapor from a boiling pot deep within me.

  A raspy tongue runs over my nose. Golden-green eyes blink raptly into my own.

  I wake as though from a dream.

  Growls, and a horribly wet sounding, rubberband-like snapping has me sitting up in my bed squinting into the haze of dust and debris.

  My nipples tingle, my crotch feels like a soaked donut.

  I need to get out of here.

  Fur flashes in my peripheral vision and Pooky lets out a squalling meow that lets me know she's ready to vacate.

  I scoop my cat, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and eye the window.

  I stand carefully, inching along the narrow space between my bed and the wall that holds the window, praying that all the shapeshifting zoo behind me is too busy to notice their prey is making a getaway.

  Half-changed bodies blur in my periphery, talons slashing into torsos with mottled hair and shredded flesh.

  I gulp back my fear.

  I turn my back on the melee, flipping the latch and open the double-hung window. It slides up and I punch the screen out.

  Pooky accidentally claws me as she escapes through the hole I just made.

  Thank God—she's safe.

  I don't bother to wipe the blood from my arm, scooting through the opening in the brittle screening.

  A hand latches around my ankle and I kick back with everything I have.

  I connect and a howl erupts, the grip vanishing.

  The urge to pee suddenly burns. I scoot out, tumbling into the shrubbery. Thorns embed themselves and I wince, thrashing my way out.

  Scrambling out of the bushes, I lurch forward. Sighting the fence, I race for the six foot tall slats of wood like shadowed soldiers bordering my property.

  I never even consider the gate. I grab the rough wood and hook my toe on the cross member, ungracefully heaving myself up and over. The fence groans at the abuse but holds.

  Unfortunately, I don't fly over the top, I fall—the sidewalk rushing to greet me.

  But strong arms find me instead.

  Jamie Duncan gazes down on me with a look that cannot be classified as anything but triumphant.

  “Gotcha,” he says softly.

  A beat of time thumps between us then I'm smashing my elbow into his nose.

  He drops me, and I crab walk on my hands and knees.

  Can this get any worse? Whacko stalker happens to be outside my house while the shapeshifting zoo beats the beejezus out of each other?

  I can't make this shit up.

  I flip over and begin to stand. His foot plows into my ass and I fly forward, chin hitting the cement in the rawest abrasion I've ever suffered.

  “Ow!” I cry, my hands covering my abused chin and shredded cheekbone.

  “Bitch,” he seethes from behind me.

  I roll onto my back as his hand looms over my neck in an effort to drag me to him.

  My foot slams his nuts and Duncan goes to his knees.

  I roll to my side, shoving off and struggle to my feet. My blood litters the ground like dark polka dots on the pale concrete.

  Staggering, I don't look behind me, and begin a limping jog down the street. My eyes latch onto the barely lit Family Dollar Store sign like a beacon.

  They're always open. I'll just plaster myself to the front door. Maybe all the shapeshifters will take pause.

  Instead, I fall like a felled tree, someone's arms wrapped around my legs.

  I manage to arrest my face bashing into the concrete again my a millimeter.

  Jamie Duncan roughly throws me on my back and cups my sex, brutally squashing the tender area.

  My raw scream shatters the night.

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  His slap slams my face into the concrete, conveniently chewing up the unmarred side of my face.

  Great, didn't escape the Beating by Cement after all.

  I groan, my vision tripling.

  Harsh panting is all I hear. His rancid breath fills my nose.

  I cough, trying to beat him back with my fists.

  When he hits me again I can't hang onto consciousness, my vision swimming from the dual blows.

  Like grabbing for smoke, wakefulness escapes my grasp.

  Blackness moves in, swallowing me whole.

  2

  Merck

  I pile the bodies into the center of the room as Arden drags the last one over, and with a gentle heave, tosses the headless Lycan at the top.

  He winks at me. “King of the hill.”

  I frown, correcting him, “Lycan.”

  He barks out a laugh, shrugging dismissively. “Whatever. At least we kept them from nailing Talyn.” He meets my eyes. “Now we have to find her.”

  My eyebrow hikes, my body tensing. “Where is she—I don't smell her.”

  “Took off with the damn cat.”

  My lips quirk. “Well she can't be too far. And for the record,” I clap Arden on the shoulder and he staggers forward, “thanks for the help.”

  His brows lower, hands going to strong hips. “Does this mean you'll share?”

  I shake my head. “I understand you think you're capable of transitioning, Talyn. However, with zero changes to your record and her being of Lanarre descent—” I let my words trail off. Arden's no dumbass, he can figure out what happened here.

  I am an alpha Changer, it's not in my nature to share a female.

  She's just a change, but she's my change. When she becomes, Talyn will find her true mate.

  “You're growling.”

  I give him a sharp look, the humming deep within my chest quieting. “Fuck,” I mutter.

  “Having a tough time reconciling the whole, ʻI'm a Changer and she's a changeʼ deal?”

  He smirks.

  I glare.

  “Can't beat your chest then leave her?” Arden continues, smile widening. “I got your back on that one. I loved Talyn the instant I met her. I think I was too young to know what she was to me—biologically.”

  I turn faster than Arden can track and jerk him to me by his thin ripped up shirt. The cloth makes a soft shriek as it falls apart from my harsh grip. “Listen up. I'm not giving Talyn over to a Mutable. Period. My job is to change her, then offer her as a breeder for the Lycans. Got it.” I shake him for emphasis.

  Arden covers my hands with his own.

  His grip begins to crush mine.

  I glance down, his hands are no longer human, but talon-shaped. Like an eagle.

  One that would h
ave a twelve foot wingspan.

  “Fuck!” I yell and he releases me.

  My blood is hot as it runs down my forearms. The heat of healing burns through the sliced up top of my hands.

  “Dick,” I grunt.

  “Bully,” Arden chimes back softly. “Now you listen up—I know you don't give a shit about Talyn—the woman. But I do,” his thumb jabs his deeply muscled chest. “A Mutable doesn't have many stabs at a female whom they can mate with.”

  I roll my eyes, folding my arms. “Nice choice of words.”

  He shrugs. “It's no different than what you want Talyn for. You'll breed her for transition then you're on to the next female. It's perfect for the Lycans.” He flips his palms out. “But what about the females? What happens after they're discarded into the new Lycan society after only knowing humans?”

  My jaw clenches. I hammer a shoulder up in a abrupt shrug. “I don't know—I change—like I keep saying. I do that part really fucking well. What happens to the females after I get them to their full Lycan forms is really none of my concern. I've been told they're assigned a mate who's good breedable stock. Period. What else is there?”

  Arden's laugh shoots out of him like a bullet as he cocks his head to the side. “I don't know, you fucking one-dimensional prick—a life?” He slaps his thigh. “Talyn is a person, with unique desires, goals—dreams. Who are we to steal those away unless we have something to offer in return? Don't you see that perspective?”

  My eyes slide away from his. Of course, his points make sense. How would I feel if someone told me it was time for me to be human now? Forget my strength, beast—hell my sense of smell. It's time for me to play mortal, and I'd get whatever female someone else thought would be a great match for me to be a stud with.

  Like a real animal—without freedom of choice.

  I feel a sour expression overtake my face.

  Arden begins to nod, his eyes roving my features. “You're getting it. She's not resisting for the sake of being stubborn—Talyn's resisting out of a sense of lost liberty. She wants a little choice. Biology just handed her a shitty hand in a deck of cards not of her making. All I'm saying is, if you're just going to breed her into Lycan-ness, let me share so I can be her mate afterward. So that Talyn—the woman—is not exploited because of her genetic make up.”