Bad Alpha features a select collection of stories with shifters so ruthless they will stop at nothing to protect their pack. These aren't sugar-and-spice heroes. Our alphas are feared, inked, and don’t ask questions first. They take what they want, never give in to their enemies, and think love is for the weak—until they meet their mate. Are you ready to learn how to tame a savage heart?
Dark Heart by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
The world is changing. Vampires are coming out and they’re not remotely similar to the sensual Hollywood portrait made of them. Little by little, Shifters are being unmasked and integration is waning. Panic is spreading. The government is losing control. Private agencies, such as SOA struggle to find a solution, but as the darkness grows, can one even exist?
Ten years ago, Daryl Jones lost his pack to a group of demon vampires. Since then, he not only lost his will to battle for good, his life has become a spiral of drinking, fighting and fucking anything in sight. In his opinion, a pretty perfect existence. Until, he meets the new SOA representative sent to convince him to go back to the lab. With mile long legs, a tight little ass and a smile to kill for, when she offers him a bargain, how can he possibly refuse?
Silvia Adams, has one mission: convince Daryl Jones to work for SOA again. The agency needs him to get back into the lab and help develop a serum to neutralize the growing number of vampires. She knew it wouldn’t be easy task, but with her job on the line, she’ll do anything it takes, including, bargaining with the shifter and surrendering to her deepest desires. Only problem is, she might have bartered for more than she can handle.
Silvia had never seen a man's face transform so fast. He'd gone from hungry predator to angry wolf in a millisecond. She kept her eyes locked on him as he swiveled in his chair and took a swig from his bottle. She fought the urge to snort. Really? He was giving her the cold shoulder? One minute he'd been staring at her mouth like he was going to kiss her and the next he was drinking tequila like it was water.
"Get out of here, sweetheart. Whatever your purpose is, you're not going to accomplish it, so I suggest you get out before I finish this bottle and become the sadistic monster I truly am."
Silvia swallowed. The bitterness in his tone was almost painful to hear, but she wasn't here to pity him or—she slightly shifted her weight, trying to eliminate the pressure in her panties— fuck him. She was here to get him to cooperate with the agency, and by all that was dear to her she'd do it.
"Whiskey on the rocks, please." She called to the waiter and settled in the barstool next to Daryl. Patiently, she waited for her drink. He ignored her or pretended to ignore her. From what she knew about him and his kind, Daryl Jones was always aware of what was going on around him. When her drink arrived, she took a sip, crossed her legs and turned to stare at him. He didn't budge, and it was for the best. Her heart was beating at a ridiculous rate, and she knew it was much more than nerves. When she accepted this task she'd anticipated it'd be hard. After all, others had tried to talk Daryl into returning to the agency, but she hadn't foreseen just how hard it was going to be. Daryl Jones was incredibly handsome. He was the type of man women went weak in the knees for. Most men in their forties didn't look anything like he did. To begin with, they did not dress in jeans and cutoff black t-shirts. Nor did they have every inch of their arms tattooed. If it was rare to find a young man with long hair, it was even stranger to meet one at Daryl's age. His hair hung below his shoulders, with a few wisps of silver that only added to his mysterious and badass air. He had his wrinkles, of course, but they only added to his appeal. And then, there was the matter of his eyes. In this dim light she couldn't tell if they were a light blue or altogether silver.
Silvia took another sip of her drink. His build was impressive, too, and she couldn't help wondering how much of it was gym work and how much genetics. Not that it mattered, had she met him elsewhere with another mission in mind, she would have gladly fucked him. But today was not that day. Today she had to get him to help them.
She uncrossed her legs and shifted in her seat again. Not that her traitorous body was being any help. Her damn pussy was wet just from looking at him. Her nipples felt tight and sensitive against the material of her bra. And that jawline, barely dusted with a five o'clock beard, had her imagining what it would be like to press her lips to it.
"You gonna sit there staring at me all day?"
About Elyzabeth M. VaLeyConsidered weird by normal standards – what is normal anyway?- Elyzabeth M. VaLey enjoys making up songs about mundane things, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper, talking to her Lab whenever he feigns interest and coming up with love stories to make readers dream.
From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes in between happy ever after.
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