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My story is from the anthology - Bad Alpha Manlove Edition published by Evernight Publishing.
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?
YELLOW EYES by Gale Stanley
The brutal war between shifters and humans is over, but each side still sees the other as a threat.
The only thing they can agree on, is that they can’t agree. Humans live east of the bridge, shifters live west.
Camden is a half-breed, the product of a rape that happened during the war. Neither side wants him, but he lives with his human mother. The night she dies, Camden goes west looking for revenge. He knows he won’t find his father, and he’ll probably get himself killed, but he doesn’t care. As long as he takes a shifter with him, he’ll die happy.
Wyat is alpha of the pack living in the west. He’s a warrior who believes in separation of the races. Then on the night of the full moon, he discovers a half-breed hiding in the alley. The man’s scent makes him burn with lust, and against his better judgement, he takes him home—and discovers that sleeping with the enemy might just lead to a better future.
Meet Wyat, my yellow-eyed alpha shifter.
This is the beginning of YELLOW EYES ~
Wyat stepped out of the shower and snagged an old towel, pulling the rusty hook and a piece of plaster along with it. He made a mental note on his to-do list, then he tossed the hook and rubbed himself down. The friction of stiff, scratchy fabric on flesh set off sparks that made him throw back his head and howl.
The big man gave himself a squeeze and a shake, but didn’t bother to tuck himself in. A few steps brought him uncomfortably close to Camden’s hiding spot.
Meet Camden, my half-breed hero.
This is Camden’s first glimpse of Wyat.
Camden’s gaze slid up a pair of powerful thighs encased in denim, and got no further than the shifter’s perfect cock. Curving up from its dark nest, it swelled with arousal and demanded attention. The man fisted the root and tugged, milking a bit of precum from the slit.
A robust, musky scent filled Camden’s nostrils, and imprinted on his brain. Suddenly, he had to have that big, warm cock in his mouth. It wouldn’t take much to close the distance between them, and lap up those glistening beads of fluid.
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