All Chapters of The Alpha's Temptress: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ALISA'S POV   It is time. I quickly stuff my clothes into a duffel bag; a tee-shirt, jeans and some money. My eyes dart back and forth between the bag and the door and with trembling hands, I pull a hoodie over my head, quietly heading towards the door. There will be no time for goodbyes. But before my fingers can even wrap around the doorknob, it bursts open to a group of men, all with steel-blue eyes boring into mine. I scream. “Tie her up!” A thunderous order booms from the entrance and the men pour in, dragging me by my hands and legs. “Get your hands off me!” I shout, kicking and clawing at them furiously but they are too strong. Far too strong. This was not supposed to happen! Amidst the chaos, my eyes fall on the last man at the door, Beta Zion. I should have known. He stalks towards me and with a sneer on his lips, Zion raises an open palm high up in the air before bringing it down and slapping me h

Lord, please help me! Father Bringham yanks my blouse further, exposing my bra. I struggle and kick but it is no use. Then suddenly, as if my prayers are answered, Father Bringham freezes. Like Sister Abbie, his eyes roll to the heavens and a tiny wheeze escapes his lips.  Blood drains from his face and his features twist into a convulsion before a tremor runs through his body violently. But as his body shakes, something strange happens. A surge of power makes its way to fuel my dwindling strength. And just like that, Father Bring—no, he is not fit to be called a Father. This filth of a man lets out a sickening gasp and topples on top of me. I lay on the cold hard floor listening to the sound of dripping water from the ceiling slabs above. A tear forms in the corner of my eye and I blink it away. He touched me, he touched my body, he violated my sanctuary. Slowly, my gaze shifts to him. Why is he still lying on top of me? “Fa…Fath

The world outside the convent is a strange one. Granted, it is loud, noisy and full of smoke but it is not as bad as the sisters at the convent had painted it to be. The people here at RED MOON are friendly and helpful. “Hey, Alisa! Can you take out the trash?” Big Ben, the chefs yells over the sizzling of burger patties and the frying of potato chips. Marlene had somehow put in a good word to ‘The Alpha’ and got me a job as a kitchen helper at RED MOON. I even have a brand new uniform, it is a simple white blouse and black skirt with a cute little tuxedo apron. The skirt is the shortest I have even have ever worn, it only covers up to my knee but I musn’t complain if I want to keep my job. I have yet to meet the elusive Alpha though. I’m hoping he will come tonight so I can thank him in person for hiring me. “Okay!” I quickly head over to the trash bags and tie them up. A full moon rides high above the clouds as I step out of the kitchen and head to the back

ALISA’s POVThe dawn of a new day has arrived and with it comes the glory of the morning sun pouring in through the sheer soft curtains that flap in the morning breeze. Outside, birds perched on tree branches begin chirping to a symphony of nature’s music.I get up from the couch and quickly fold the soft woolly blanket that kept me warm throughout the night. And as I do, I take in my surrounding, something I did not get to do last night when the place was dark.Ryder's cabin is nice, open and large. I like it, it makes me feel safe somehow but as I touch the gold ring on my finger, my eyes begin to tear up.Memories of yesterday and the day before come rushing back like a tidal wave and I have to shut my eyes and shake my head to clear my thoughts.Don’t think too much Alisa, take things one day at a time. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears with the back of my hand. There is work to do.The man, Ryder o

ALISA’s POVI feel his eyes of midnight bore into mine and I frown. Mark me? I’ve heard of the term before. The sisters at the convent used to talk about werewolves who would turn into human form and claim their mates by marking them.Alpha. Mark. Rogues. My heartbeat quickens as realization sinks into me. These words finally make sense.“You’re a werewolf,” a whisper escapes my lips. My eyes roam his face, merely inches away from mine and my chest heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath. Ryder does not look like a werewolf, at least not like the kind I used to imagine as a child after listening to the nuns’ stories. Ryder is kind, protective and…and very sensual.“Yes,” he answers, “Are you scared?” He leans forward, urging me back until I lean right back onto the sofa and instinctively, my hands splay across his chest in an attempt to stop him from coming closer. I can feel the be