Alpha Ties

I owe my life to a masked killer. He came for me, like an avenging angel of death sent to spare me from pain and humiliation yet teach me the price of salvation. I am bound to him by the blood he spilled for me, but he didn’t save me out of mercy. I don’t think he even knows the word. He wants submission. He wants me by his side. And he wants this city for his own.

I never wanted a mate. Until I was put in chains. Strapped down. And claimed. I always believed I could analyze any situation until I found a solution. Solve any problem if I just applied my brain. I went to university, studied science and told myself my academic cocoon would protect me from the alphas dominating our society. I was wrong. No textbook prepared me for my meeting with test subject 351. The biggest, scariest alpha on death row, hauled into my lab to uncover how to control the beast of a man.

He binds me in red ribbons and says my safe word is ‘mistletoe.’ On Christmas Eve, a masked Alpha breaks into my home. He’s been stalking me, he says. Following my every move. He knows everything about me—how high my mortgage is, how little I earn at my soul-destroying customer service job. What kind of shameful secrets I keep in my nightstand.