Shadow Bred - La série

It’s not everyday you get abducted from a strip club in only a thong. While Naja had dreamed of someone rescuing her from her life, this wasn’t how she thought it would go. Sure, on the surface it was perfect. Her abductors were huge, hot and members of a race of supernaturals that were rumoured to be extinct. The Manix. Even the name was terrifying. But someone needed to update their definition of extinct, because they were cluttering up her kitchen, looking at her with desperation that had little to do with sex and everything to do with something more life altering. They insisted she held the key to their survival. They said she was an Omega and they needed to do all sorts of freaky things with her to ensure the continuation of their species. Naja wasn’t against getting a little freaky, but there was a line a sane person wouldn’t cross, but the Manix? They jumped across that line with rippling abs and both feet. However, the Manix were the least of her problems right now. Naja’s life was haunted by something worse than the boogeyman; a monster that leaves flowers on her doorstep like he was putting a tribute on her grave. The Manix may be terrifying, but could they salvation from the very thing that’s chasing her? Or will they be too late to save the only female Omega they will ever find?

My Beta says I had a savior complex, and considering my life's work had revolved around saving my half-sister and getting revenge for my father, he may have been correct. Sure, I did it by becoming one of the most feared criminals south of the border. I never said I was the good guy. Now my sister was safe after exacting revenge for us all, and I was at a loss. What the hell did I do now? Well, I could do what any sane person would do: Break into a top secret government facility and save the Omega that had haunted my dreams for more than a decade. Maybe overthrow an Alpha or two in my spare time. Find a pretty Beta girl and start a real Pack. You know, Average Joe shit.

They say that cats and women will do what they want, and that had never been more true than in the case of Kitten. I mean, she didn’t even have a name; my best friend Beckett and I had named her Kitten when we were fifteen. She’d been dumped on the edge of Maxton, that much was obvious. We hadn’t know when, or why, but she’d been living out there for so long she was a hissing, spitting mess. She could barely speak, she was skin and bones. We’d tried to take her back with us, but she’d be stuffed in the Sanctum, and she’d die. They didn’t care about saving people in there, especially not weird feral girls. Sometimes I thought we’d made a mistake, leaving her out there. We built her a house, in a fucking tree at that. For years we brought her food and clothes, slowly taught her how to speak, made sure she was comfortable as a wild girl could be. We offered over and over to bring her into Maxton, but every time we tried, she fought us tooth and nail, hissing like a house cat. Hence the name Kitten. Then we grew up. Found our Omega, Darius, formed a Pack. Our visits to Kitten got less and less, our frustration growing more and more prominent until there was only animosity between us. Then the world went crazy, and Kitten was at risk. We’d save her now, and it didn’t matter if she hate us or not. At least she’d be alive.

“Susannah is a b*tch.” If you asked any of the residents of Maxton what they thought of me, it would basically boil down to that. In reality, I have a huge secret. One that I’ve been keeping for nearly a decade to protect someone I love. If I had to wear a mask to keep people at arm's length and away from the truth, then so be it. At least I had my best friend and lover, Quinn, to fortify me. However, being turned into an Omega–by a divine act to prevent the extinction of the Manix–has really screwed up my plans. Now Quinn and I are forced to hide from our old Alpha in the house of Merrick and Murphy, whose hearts I broke so many years ago. Merrick and Murphy had been my teenage dream, my ideal Alphas. But dreams can quickly become nightmares, and my boogieman was all too real. When my whole world burns to the ground, will my dream Alphas even dare to give me their hearts again, or have I ruined my chances forever? And would the town cast me out when they realized who else has been starring in my dirtiest fantasies?