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  The Alpha's Toy

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

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  Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-738-3

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  I would like to thank my family for being patient with me every time I demand alone time to write. Also, Evernight Publishing for just being amazing and to Karyn White for her constant patience with me. Without all of you I wouldn't be able to write.

  As always, my readers, you make this possible for me. Thank you so much for your support.

  THE ALPHA’S TOY

  The Alpha Shifter Collection, 1

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  Mary watched as another of her pack was slaughtered by the intruder. The silver chains around her wrists, ankles, and neck stopped her from doing anything. Her alpha and his queen had already been killed in the invasion. She was originally from the city, but every month around the time of the full moon she travelled to the country to run with her pack. Mary knew she shouldn’t really see the pack she ran with as hers. They only put up with her because Dani and Roger demanded they did. None of the other members really liked her. Still, the open air of the city did not compare to the scent of the forest, the fresh grass, or the feel of other wolves, even if they were unfriendly. She had not found any other pack and wasn’t interested in being rejected at every turn, which was why she stayed where she was. Better the devil you know and all that. But now even that was being taken away from her as she watched members of her back being slaughtered by a man she didn’t know.

  She was known as a half breed wolf, which meant she had been turned by having the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Working late at the advertising agency where she was a receptionist, Mary had been bitten by a stray dog. At least at the time she’d thought it was a stray dog. Since being bitten she had learned differently. The large stray dog had turned out to be a wolf. Some packs frowned upon changing humans whereas others found their mates by biting humans. She didn’t have a clue why she’d been bitten, but Mary had had to learn fast how to deal with being a half breed. If it hadn’t been for Roger, the now deceased leader, she would have died. The dog who’d bitten her had taken off, leaving her hurt and bleeding. Roger and his wife, Dani, had guided her through the transition until she was able to mingle with humans once again. Until she’d been bitten her life had been ordinary. She had never taken the time to relish her life or the simple pleasures she enjoyed. Roger and Dani helped her to adapt. Dogs had even stopped barking at her, and she had no choice but to sell her beloved cat. Having her pet hiss at her all the time was unsettling.

  So every month she would come back to the pack to embrace the destiny that had been thrust upon her. Most of the wolves in her pack wouldn’t have anything to do with her because of her not being a full blood wolf. She couldn’t change on demand and was bound by the restrictions of the full moon. Also, she was bigger than the other female wolves. Where the other wolves were slender without an extra pound on them, Mary had plenty of pounds to spare. Running with the wolves hadn’t changed her weight at all. She didn’t mind as her body stayed the same even with her eating more. Her life had changed so drastically in the last eighteen months, and now she knew her life was going to change again.

  Dani and Roger were dead, along with four other men and women. Their bodies lay in a corner as the man smiled menacingly out at the crowd. His pack stood behind him obviously prepared to take matters into their own hands if necessary.

  Fear clawed within her stomach. In all of her life she’d never been the type of person to search for confrontation. The man who clearly was the alpha looked happy to tear apart members of her pack. Was he doing it for fun? She’d never seen him before and didn’t know what he had against her pack.

  Are they really your pack?

  For a long time Mary hadn’t felt like a member of the pack. They put up with her, but no one wanted anything else to do with her. She was the only one who’d been turned by an unknown wolf, and they made sure their disgust was known to her. Neither Dani nor Roger knew who turned her, but they’d been there when she needed them the most, and she felt a sense of loyalty to them. Licking her raw, chapped lips, she cried out as another man’s head was torn from his body.

  Her stomach turned. Leaning forward she could no longer contain the vomit she’d been trying to keep down. Everything she had consumed within the last few hours came up. The pack around her started to curse and move away. Someone kicked her thigh sending her down to the ground. Fortunately, she didn’t land in her own vomit.

  When her stomach settled she stood once more to look at the stage. The silver from the chains hurt her skin. Glancing down she saw the red raw skin was bleeding in places from where the metal touched her. Wiping at her brow, she wished there was something more she could do.

  The sound of a feminine scream interrupted her thinking. Mary saw the only person who had been nice to her. The girl was no more than fourteen. Jessica was her name, and where the other pack members had ignored Mary, the young teenager talked about her life constantly. Mary found it strange that out of all of the pack, Jessica always smelled different, as if she didn’t belong. At times, Mary was sure she and Jessica both smelled the same way, but no one said a thing about the young girl, at least that she heard.

  Watching the man haul the girl up onto the stage, Mary had to look away. Jessica wasn’t a bad kid. She was young, sweet, and hadn’t been polluted by other members of the pack. Jessica didn’t see full blood or half blood. The young girl saw people who happened to change into wolves. The innocence within her eyes was something to be cherished, not ignored. Mary had been ignored most of her life. The only time she hadn’t been overlooked was when she’d been bitten. At twenty-five years old she’d not even had a sexual experience with a man. It was pitiful, but being a fuller woman came with its own set of issues. She’d been on the receiving end of cruel jokes, and she saw the real intent in the eyes of the men who asked her out. Mary preferred to keep everyone at arms’ length rather than risk getting her heart broken or even crushed through bad decisions. Keeping her guard up allowed her to live her life in peace.

  “No, no, no, no, please. I’ve done nothing wrong,” Jessica said, begging for her life.

  Staring down at the ground, Mary felt the fear through to her bones. Jessica’s pleas were getting to her. There was no way she could let anything happen to the young girl. Glancing up she watched as someone tugged on the chain around Jessica’s neck. The cries were too much, and before Mary could stop herself, she’d shouted at them.

  “Leave her alone. She’s a young girl and has done nothing wrong.” Her voice carried through the air travelling over the rest of her pack to land on t
he man doing damage.

  Biting down on her lip she heard the rest of her pack curse as their enemies turned to her. The men had attacked before she had gotten a chance to get naked and run. Some of the pack were not that lucky and were in fact naked. Even though she’d been this way for the last eighteen months, Mary hadn’t gotten used to seeing other men naked. She’d seen more cocks and breasts than she cared to remember in the last few months.

  “You speak out for this piece of sniveling trash?” the man asked. He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Mary felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out.

  She didn’t have a clue who the man was. She’d never seen him before in her life. Mary knew she would have remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his hips but outlined his thick legs. He wouldn’t be put down easy in a fight, and every part of him oozed power, masculinity. Mary hadn’t met another man like him. From his aura alone she was bowled over, and not just because she was bound within silver chains.

  Across the distance she couldn’t make out anything else other than the fact he was a giant hunk of a man.

  He’s killing your pack.

  “She’s a girl,” Mary said, forcing herself to speak up. If no one else would speak up for Jessica, then she would.

  There’s no way to get out of here alive.

  The man smiled, grabbing Jessica around the waist. “You want to bargain for her life?” the Alpha asked.

  Mary nodded. Any confidence she had vanished as he ordered the man beside him to grab her. The rest of her pack tried to move away from her, hoping not to gain the wrath of the other pack. Crap. Why couldn’t she have stayed home and taken to the city woods? It was guarded by high security, but she could have at least turned and gotten the run she craved. Instead, she’d come back to a pack who despised her, and now she was looking at the possible end of her life.

  The open air, the never ending forests, and the scent of the waterfall attracted her more than the artifice of the city walks. She hoped to one day settle down away from the city.

  “Max, I want her in one piece. I want to see who wants to bargain for this sniveling little pack,” the Alpha said.

  Jessica whimpered on the stage. Marry stared up at the one called Max as he approached her. He looked deadly with a scar down one side of his face. Max had been the one to grab her from behind the trees as she was undressing. There hadn’t been any time to run, but she’d tried. He cut the links that bound her to the others. There were only about thirty within their pack. The number had fallen as the dead bodies were amassing.

  Her arm was grabbed, and she was dragged to the stage. She didn’t know the proper etiquette when it came to pack men. “You will bow,” Max said, forcing her down to her knees.

  Going to her knees, she cried out as the silver seemed to pull on her wrists.

  “Well, you’ve got my attention. Now, what do you want?” the Alpha asked.

  ****

  Zeke stared down at the woman before him. The girl who she’d tried to bargain for was whimpering off in the corner. He really couldn’t give a shit about anyone in the pack, but this woman’s scent drew him to her. There was no evil on her person whereas the rest of the whole pack was riddled with it. He wouldn’t be satisfied until all of them were fucking dead and he was burning their bodies to piles of ash.

  “Am I supposed to speak staring at the floor?” she asked.

  “What’s your name?” Zeke asked. Max had a hold of her hair as he pressed her to the floor. His man was putting on a good show, which Zeke was proud of. All of his pack was doing the best they could in the current situation. He was holding his shit together. Glancing at the blonde girl behind him, Zeke walked closer. The girl couldn’t be older than fourteen, and she didn’t have the same scent as the rest of the pack. Grabbing a chunk of her hair Zeke inhaled her fragrance. The girl was innocent, but she was still a member of the pack and he’d made sure to rid the world of them.

  “I’m Jessica,” the girl said, looking terrified.

  “I’m not talking to you.” Turning away, he went to the woman bowed on the floor. Replacing his hand within her hair, he moved for Max to grab the girl. “What’s your name?”

  “Mary.” She had dark brown hair, and he noted it was silky to the touch. Even with his anger tightening inside him, he noticed the feel of her hair, and the intoxicating scent coming off her as well.

  Glancing out at the crowd Zeke saw the anger and revulsion as they looked at the woman on stage. No one liked this Mary, and it seemed she was the only one prepared to spare the youngest girl, Jessica.

  Lifting her head back he stared into her dark brown depths. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair. She was scared, but she tried to hide it. “You’re not a full wolf,” he said, inhaling her skin.

  “I was bitten coming out of work,” she said. Her hands were out on the ground, holding herself up. She bit her lip, clearly not happy with talking to him.

  He returned his gaze toward the pack. They hated the fact they’d taken her in. “None of them care about you,” he said, lifting her to her feet. Zeke got a good look at her. Even if she’d smelled all wolf, Zeke would have known she wasn’t. Her body gave her away. Full blooded women were incapable of being full with lush tits like hers. Mary had full hips, a rounded stomach, shapely thighs, and the largest rack he’d ever seen. He wondered what she looked like naked. Zeke didn’t have any bitches in his own pack. They were too much of a fucking problem with their territorial bullshit. He liked to fuck who he liked. Once bitches got involved they started trying to gain his attention.

  The only women he accepted were those of his old pack. His sisters and mother were accepted even though they were part of another pack. Also, his men who were mated, their women were accepted into the fold, but he didn’t bring in any unmated females.

  “I don’t care. Do not hurt Jessica. She’s done nothing wrong, and she’s too young.”

  Wrapping his fingers around her neck, Zeke pressed himself close to her body. His dick fitted against her ass. Her body was a thing of beauty, and Zeke suddenly felt the desire to play with her.

  Looking at Max he saw Jessica was perfectly still, waiting for whatever he decided. “If I spare her, what will you give me?” Zeke asked, liking his plan more and more.

  “What do you want?” Mary struggled against him. Zeke found her struggles addictive. He’d love to have her underneath him, struggling to get free. Only, she’d be crying out with the pleasure he gave her.

  Running his hand down her body, Mary paused as he stroked his fingers across her breast and then down over her generous hips. He wanted her naked, in his bed, up against the fucking wall—Zeke didn’t care as long as she was with him.

  “What do I want?” he asked, staring out over the hall. None of them would miss Mary, and he wasn’t a cruel man. Jessica didn’t know the shit her pack had caused, and sparing her wouldn’t hurt him. Max was holding Jessica tightly, yet he wasn’t harming her. There was nothing vicious in the way he held onto her. They were not intentionally mean wolves. They were searching for justice. “Look at them, Mary.” He made her voice a caress as he said her name. She tensed as he spoke her name. “They would rather see you slaughtered.”

  Mary gasped, and he banded his arm around her waist, holding her close.

  “Jessica is innocent,” she said.

  He was taller than she was, and he saw the tears spilling down her face. This pack may have allowed her to run with them, but none of them wanted anything to do with her. They’d rather see her burn than try to help her. His disgust was back again in full force. Zeke’s pack would accept her. They would stick together and make sure she wouldn’t be hurt. Being a woman bitten she wouldn’t have the same temperament as a full blo
oded bitch. They took care of their own. Even when his sisters stayed with him, his men respected them, took care of them, and made sure they were cared for. Zeke trusted his men with everything, and because of that, he made sure to treat them with respect.

  “The question is, Mary, what wouldn’t you do?” Zeke asked.

  She tensed in his arms, and he scented another smell from her, desire. The woman in his arms was attracted to him even as she was frightened. Smiling, Zeke turned her to face him.

  “What do you want?” Mary asked. Tears fell down her cheeks.

  “It’s quite simple, sweetheart. I will spare the girl if you agree to become my toy for the next month,” Zeke said. He caressed her ass loving the way she quivered underneath his touch.

  “I can’t. I’ve got commitments.”

  He nodded at Max, who jerked Jessica harshly making her cry out.

  “Then I suggest you change your plans for the next month. I want you with me for one month until the next full moon. If I get anything less, she dies.”

  Jessica whimpered, screaming as Max tightened his grip on her again.

  “No, stop. I’ll do something. I agree,” Mary said, shouting over the noise the woman was making.

  “You’ll agree to be my toy. To let me play with you whenever I want, however I want?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Her voice was breathless. Did she like the thought of being his own personal toy? Zeke looked forward to getting her to his home. All the things he could do to her made him yearn to get her home quickly without finishing what he’d come to do. His men could finish off what he started, and he’d be happy to get his woman in his bed.