Taken By The Alpha
Copyright Georgette St. Clair 2015
One minute wolf shifter Katrina Hagan is shoe shopping with her best friend Joy, the next minute she’s being carried off by the Alpha of the Killingworth pack. Now she’s a hostage, a pawn in the negotiations between two rival packs – so why can’t she act like it? Her kidnapper, Maddox “Mad Dog” Killingworth, has a reputation as a ruthless killer – she should be petrified.
Instead, within days of being taken prisoner, the sassy she-wolf has Maddox’s pack eating out of her hand and she’s making Maddox’s inner wolf howl with need every time she saunters by. Too bad their packs have been mortal enemies for generations, and she’s fighting tooth and claw to resist her burning desire for Maddox.
Just when it seems like Maddox might finally be breaking down her barriers, it turns out that Katrina’s family hasn’t been playing fair, and a shocking betrayal threatens to wipe out Maddox’s entire bloodline. How can Maddox choose between the love of his life…and the life of his pack?
This book is intended for readers 18 and older only, as it contains adult content and several smokin’ hot sex scenes. It is a work of fiction. All characters and locations in this book are products of the feverish imagination of the author, a tarnished Southern belle with a very dirty mind.
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Chapter One
Deep in the forests of Colorado, in a town which doesn’t appear on any human maps…
“I think we’re in trouble.” Joy’s tone was nervous as she glanced across the town square. “Hot-but-douchey alert at two o’clock.”
Katrina glanced across the square. “There’s no-one at two o’clock.”
Joy pointed a perfectly manicured finger across the broad sweep of green, past the white latticework gazebo where bands played in the summer, past the families sitting at picnic tables.
“That’s ten o’clock,” Katrina said impatiently. They didn’t have time for this. They needed to make this shopping trip a quick one and hurry back to their pack property, or things could get ugly. “I swear, woman, how does a shifter have such a bad sense of direction? You’d think - ” She froze. “Oh, cowflops.”
Joy was pointing at Maddox “Mad Dog” Killingworth, who was standing near the park benches on the far end of the town square, with half a dozen members of his pack.
Katrina felt a flutter of nervousness run through her. Yesterday Maddox, the Alpha of the Killingworth pack, had issued an edict saying that the Mordhaus pack was no longer allowed to visit Greenville – ever. They were banned. Apparently her stepfather’s nephews had gotten in to some kind of argument the last time they’d come to town, and because of that, Maddox had felt he had the right to actually ban her pack from town forever.
Except that was crap. Greenville had always been shared by both packs. It was the only shifter town within two hundred miles, and shifters tended to avoid human towns whenever possible – there was always the risk of exposure. Sure, the Mordhaus pack had enough resources on their land to live off of forever, but that wasn’t the point. They didn’t have grocery stores, clothing stores, coffee shops, movie theaters, book stores, gift shops, all the things that made life worth living.
She’d been waiting for her stepfather, Roman Coffman, to issue a Death Challenge since the moment they’d been told of the ban. She was surprised he hadn’t even addressed the issue with the pack yet; that kind of ban was a direct insult to Roman and his authority.
The Killingworth pack and her stepfather’s pack had been clashing more and more, ever since her stepfather took over. Property line disputes. Fistfights and barfights. Accusations of her pack’s alleged misbehavior in town, which Roman had explained were just excuses and lies intended to discredit them.
She looked across the square. How would she feel if her stepfather killed Maddox? A Death Match seemed inevitable; if not over the ban, then over something else, and soon. Roman couldn’t continue allowing Maddox to challenge his authority.
She’d known Maddox since high school, although because of their pack rivalry, she’d always avoided him – and admired from afar. He’d been the hot guy that all the girls swooned over, the sure bet to take over the Killingworth pack after his father passed away. And so he had.
Unfortunately, he was turning out to be an asshole and a bully, trying to assert his dominance and hem her pack in at every turn.
Who would win? Maddox was the only Alpha she knew of who might actually have a chance against her stepfather. So far, both her stepfather and Maddox were undefeated in every death challenge they’d taken place in. It would be a close contest.
Her mind flashed back to the Death Challenge that Roman had issued to her own father, three years earlier. He’d won that like he’d won all of his other challenges. She mourned her father’s death and personally couldn’t stand Roman, but she’d been forced to accept him as the pack’s new leader. That was the way of life for shifters. Her own mother hadn’t just accepted him; she’d accepted his offer of marriage.
“I bet they came to town today to make sure none of us come here. And I really wanted some new shoes.” Joy gazed longingly at the Such A Heel shop across the square. To get there, they’d have to pass right by Maddox’s pack, which would probably be a bad idea. “They have a sale.” Her lower lip jutted out.
“My stepfather will put a stop to this soon enough,” Katrina said, scowling.
“So Roman definitely didn’t say we’re not allowed to be here? Right?” Joy sounded anxious, which was understandable. Nobody wanted to be seen as disobeying their Alpha.
“I would have told you. He hasn’t said anything yet.”
Maybe coming in to town hadn’t been the best idea, but Maddox’s ridiculous order had sparked her rebellious nature – the nature that her mother continually despaired of, because she wanted Katrina to behave like a proper lady and a perfect potential mate for an Alpha.
Well, the hell with that. She’d been born with her daddy’s stubborn streak – the streak which had lead him to accept a death challenge that he knew he couldn’t win. Hm. Maybe that wasn’t the best example at a time like this.
“Screw it. I’m here to shop. The Killingworth pack didn’t even say what would happen if we came in to town. And we’re female. What would they possibly do to us?”
“I’m not sure I want to find out,” Joy said nervously. She looked across the street at Maddox. He was yelling at a coyote shifter. Elroy from the Brown pack. Elroy Brown was cringing submissively, and he ran over and picked up an empty beer can which he’d just tossed on the sidewalk, and then hurried over and tossed it into a garbage can. Maddox strolled over and cuffed the coyote on the head so hard it sent him reeling. He yelled something at Elroy, and pointed. Elroy turned and ran in the direction that Maddox had pointed, his shoulders hunched, his head hanging. If he’d been in coyote form his tail would have been tucked between his
legs.
“What a jerk,” Katrina growled.
“I know, right?” Joy made a tsk-ing noise of disapproval. “I hate those Browns. They vandalized my friend’s car last month.”
“No! I mean Maddox! Of course!” Yeah, yeah, the Brown family were petty criminals and notorious douchebags, but right now she was royally pissed off at Maddox, so everything he did was by definition wrong.
“Speaking of his holy hotness, we should get out of here, before he sees us.” Joy opened her car door.
“Don’t call him hot,” Katrina grumbled. “I think that might be pack treason. And again, we’re girls. What’s the worst that could happen if he sees us?”
A sudden and ridiculous image flashed through her mind. It was an image of Maddox punishing her by throwing her over his knee, flipping up her skirt, and spanking her bare bottom, with his large hand smacking down on her bare flesh again and again. Why was her butt bare in this vision? Why was she squirming and moaning? She felt heat rising to her cheeks. Damn it, sometimes when she thought about Maddox the most ridiculous and random images popped in to her mind, and oddly enough, she was always missing some clothing in those images. And Maddox was doing things to her.
Over the years, she’d seen Maddox glance her way with a certain gleam in his eyes, but he’d never attempted to talk to her aside from a few brusque exchanges in high school. She suspected he looked at every female of mating age the same way.
“You can go if you want. I’m not going anywhere,” she said stubbornly.
“I’m headed back, then. What if Roman asks where you are?”
“Tell him,” Katrina shrugged. Because Roman was married to her mother, she got away with a lot, and she had to admit she tended to push it. She was never openly disrespectful to him, of course, but she pretty much did what she want and went where she wanted without asking permission. She was the only one who got away with it. Roman had clamped down on everyone in the pack after he’d taken over, wanting to know their whereabouts at all times. Half the pack lands were now off limits to everybody since he was putting up new buildings there.
He was definitely a control freak, and she knew not everybody in the pack was happy with his leadership. They could have chosen to leave the pack – new rules by the Council of Elders had made that much easier – but their only other local option was the Killingworth pack, and the rivalry between those two packs had gone back for generations. A few of their pack members had actually gone over to the Killingworth pack, which spoke to the level of their dissatisfaction, but most of them were just grumbling under their breath and sucking it up.
“Peace out,” Joy said. “I’m getting out while the getting’s good. See you when you get home.” She slid in to her car and drove off, leaving Katrina standing there.
She bit her lip. The defiant nature in her wanted to saunter past Maddox and his crew, and go shop wherever the hell she wanted. However, even she had to admit that issuing such a blatant challenge to a hotheaded bully like Maddox probably wasn’t a great idea.
Well, at least she could grab a cup of coffee and debate her next move. Maybe when she came out, the Killingworth pack would be gone.
Katrina felt a rising uneasiness as she walked in to the Beanbag, her favorite coffee shop. Everyone stopped talking and turned to stare at her. The waitresses, the customer, the clerk at the counter…
The hostility clouded the air like a fog. Katrina was a Sensitive, a mutation which, among other things, caused her to pick up on the strong emotions of those who were physically close to her. She hardly needed her psychic powers today, though – it was all right there in the lowered eyes and stiff backs of the shifters she was walking past.
As Katrina threaded her way between the tables, the customers fell silent and looked away, pretending to be very interested in something invisible just outside the coffee shop’s picture window.
So, they’d all heard. Lovely.
Everybody in town had been happy enough to accept her stepfather’s very generous donations of a new town library, and the other charitable organizations he’d donated to over the past couple of years – the Senior Shifters Respite Center, the new high school stadium…so why were they so eager to turn on him now?
She walked up to the counter, feeling the gazes of a dozen shifters burning into her. “I’d like a Cinammon Latte,” she said to Paige, the coyote shifter who was behind the counter. “To go.” Suddenly she didn’t feel like hanging out in town any more. She’d drink her latte as she drove back home.
“Uh…I’m sorry, Katrina, I can’t,” Paige said, with an apologetic wince. “Maddox’s orders.”
“Excuse me? You won’t even sell me a cup of coffee?”
Paige shook her head.
This was unbelievable. She’d been shopping in this town since she was a child. How could Maddox have this much power? Weren’t the merchants worried about the loss of business that they’d suffer? He must have them running scared, to make this kind of sacrifice.
“You’re not even a member of his pack,” Katrina protested, feeling anger and frustration welling up inside.
“He offers us protection when we need it. And nobody wants to get on his bad side.” Paige looked beyond Katrina at the person behind her. “Next?” she called out, as if Katrina wasn’t there.
Katrina turned and walked out of the store, seething.
She hesitated, considering her next move. She heard voices behind her and jumped, but it was just a group of gopher shifters. As they walked past her, she saw her friend Stacey Dawson, from high school. There was a wolf shifter with them that she didn’t recognize.
“Hey, Stacey,” she called out.
There was no way that Stacey didn’t hear her, but everyone in the group ignored her and quickened their pace, almost breaking into a jog without even looking back. They rushed around the corner, tension radiating from their bodies.
Good. God. Was Maddox even turning her friends against her? The gophers lived on the property that bordered her pack’s land. She had gone to school with them, they’d gone to parties at each other’s houses, Stacey had come to her sweet sixteen…
She hadn’t seen much of any of the gophers over the past year. She’d called Stacey a few times and never gotten a call back. She had thought that maybe it had something to do with her stepfather doing a lot of construction in the area that bordered his land – maybe it had upset them somehow? Now she wondered if the real reason was that the Killingworth pack had threatened them.
She was so furious at Maddox Killingworth right now that she was ready to spit.
So, of course as she hurried back to her car, Maddox and several of his men stepped out from a behind a van that was now parked right next to it.
Maddox was tall, so tall she had to tip her head back to look at him. Like all Alphas, he spent a lot of time at the gym. His white t shirt perfectly molded to his muscular form. Tattoos adorned his right arm. She loved tattoos on a guy – any other guy than Maddox, of course. He had a strong jaw with a hint of scruff on it, and thick brown hair. He kept his hair close shaved on the sides. His dark brown eyes always held a glint of mischief in them.
Carver Lawrence, head of pack security, was with him, and several of Maddox’s cousins, and other pack mates.
Maddox walked up to her, blocking her path, and his gaze swept over her body, from head to toe. It was a slow, blatant appraisal that made her whole body heat up. He lingered on her breasts a moment before sweeping upward, forcing unwanted visions of him sucking on her nipples. Her heart hammered against her rib cage and her mouth went dry.
She swallowed hard, but met his gaze with a challenging scowl.
“Enjoying the view?” she growled.
“Of course,” Maddox smiled. “Always.”
“Well, Maddox, I’d love to just stand here and bask in your glorious presence, but I’ve actually exceeded my recommended daily allowance of scumbag. If you’ll excuse me.”
She tried to step around him, and he mo
ved to block her.
“What’s the rush? We never talk. How’s your day going?” He grinned.
She skewered him with a furious glare.
“You know exactly how my day is going, since you’ve poisoned everyone in town against us.”
Maddox let out a snort of contempt. “Did I do that, or did your stepfather do that? Has it occurred to you that the reason that everybody is so eager to enforce the ban is because they can’t stand your pack now that your stepfather’s in charge?”
“No. It’s because they’re terrified of you.” She spit the words out.
He shook his head. “They asked us for help, and we obliged. They don’t want your pack in town any more. He’s trying to order the town’s councilmen around, demanding that they change building laws just to suit him, threatening to kill the property appraiser for refusing to re-draw the pack’s property lines. Your stepfather’s nephews are the town bullies, starting fights, causing property damage, stealing and threatening to hurt anyone who reports them.”
“I’m not even going to dignify those accusations with a response.” Would Kory and Randy really do that? Sure, they had hair trigger tempers, but…
She turned to walk away. He wasn’t going to let her get in her car? Fine, she’d call her pack and get someone to come pick her up.
Carver stepped in front of her.
She felt Maddox’s hand close on her shoulder, squeezing hard. It sent an electric jolt through her body. She’d never actually touched him before. For just the briefest moment, she had the temptation to reach up and cover his hand with her own, to lean back into him…
She must be having a stroke or something.
She tried to shrug his hand off and when he wouldn’t let go, she spun around to face him. “Get your paws off of me!”
He shook his head. “Sorry. We issued an edict, you disobeyed and disrespected my pack. I can’t let that slide.”
Her skin itched, and fur briefly rippled over her face. Her claws shot out. She forced them to retract, struggling to stay in human form. And damn it, he’d just made her ruin her manicure, which she was adding to her list of reasons to hate him.
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