All Chapters of Angel: The Enslaved Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Shit!” Angel suddenly exclaimed and they all looked at him. “Wolfe is gone!” he added. “We need to move now!” Cole said and the Weres galvanized into action, running back to where they left Ash’s men. As they got to the woods, a loud howl rented the air followed by terror-filled screams and sounds of automatic guns, firing. Cole cranked his neck. “Okay, guys, we have ten minutes to find Antonio Rufus and his sons and bring them out here—"Cole said. “That is not the plan. I plan to let them burn with this shit hole,” Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel took his time to think about that piece of information. ‘Death serum, huh?’ Angel thought perhaps that would be a nice

A few weeks before ... Nadia did her best to be as quiet as she could manage to get to the secret tunnel. Bringing out the iron key from her purse, she forced her eyes open so she could slot in the key. Her hand shook and getting the key inside the keyhole appeared a herculean task. She cursed, silently regretting her night of indulgence and hating herself for not stopping at a few shots when she knew she was a lightweight anyway. She giggled. But damn that was wild! For once she got to go out incognito and be herself – having fun without the bad energy of her uncle and his sons ruining everything for her. When she succeeded in fitting in the key, she let out a quiet triumphant cheer and then quickly covered her mouth to silence the sound. She giggled uncontrollably. Opening the heavy iron door, she walked inside and locked it behind her Finding her way back inside the mansion in the dark tunnel, she took each step as if the next would cause her to sink into the concrete floori

Nadia managed to skitter her way up a few more floors to the east wing and onto the corridor that led to her room. As soon as she got inside, she shut the door and rested her back on it. She shut her eyes with chest heaving then busted into tears, mentally kicking herself for what she had let happen. As beautiful as the experience had been, she couldn't believe the reality of it. She had molested a chained and helpless man. All because she had been irresponsible enough to get herself intoxicated to the point where she couldn't even make out the difference between reality and illusion. And she felt even more guilty because she had wanted him right from the first moment she set her eyes on him. She felt terrible at the import of her actions. After going through the episodes of her being the literal ‘mean girl’ in high school and then the first two years of college, she figured she had nipped that evil streak in the bud after realizing the hate she carried in her soul for the way her

She took the elevator instead of the stairs and got to the ground floor in record time. She managed to stride out of the front door, still holding her book and walked purposefully in the direction she had seen the guards. When she got there, Angel was still sitting on the stretcher, He held his head in his hands even with cuffs around his wrists. As if he could sense her coming, he snapped up his face, watching her walk closer. Although it was dark the outdoor light shone dully over his feature, making it easy for her to see his eyes. He seemed disoriented for about a second and then his eyes shone with malice. Nadia felt her entire frame shake. She made herself hold his gaze, letting him see how contrite she was. That seemed to make his eyebrows draw together in a frown. Nadia used that time to jerk cold gazes at the guards and then she hissed. “Really? What sort of incompetence am I witnessing now?” she said in the most bitchy voice she had ever used, folding her arms against her

"You smell good…" Angel said, and the statement made a moisture pool in between her legs. Angel growled deep in his throat as the scent assailed him. He reached for the silky shorts underneath and pulled them down her ankle. He then reached forward to cup her bum, and lift her up, making her widen her legs. Nadia breathed through parted lips then trembled when the tip of his tongue slowly stroked the hem of her vulva. "Angel!" she cried out as an intense pleasure shot through her. "You taste good too…" he rasped in response, then darted his tongue into her. Nadia moaned, gasping for air. The pleasure was profound. The position he had her in should make her quite modified, but what he was doing to her had turned her brains into cotton caddy. He was cupping her butt cheeks, with her legs open wide and his broad shoulders keeping them apart while his face was buried against her core. His rippling muscles bulged in the shadowy light, showing off his strength as he held her up, lapping