All Chapters of Bride of the Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The men dragged her across the courtyard and into a two- story manor with a tiled roof as opposed to the thatched roofs she’d always seen in jungle buildings. Icy cold air hit her as the double doors opened onto a lavish interior. The exact details of it all were lost in a blur as the men quickly hauled her up the stairs, not even giving her a chance to make her muscles work. Stabbing pain shot up her legs every time her feet thudded against a wooden step.She gritted her teeth, determined not to cry out again. A short distance down a corridor, they brought her through double doors into a large, dimly lit bedroom.“Up, puta,” said one of the men as he kicked at a woman lying on a pallet on the floor.The woman rolled to her feet, brandishing a knife in her hand. She lashed out at the man who kicked her, but sadly did not come close enough to his crotch to harm him. Her quick agility revealed a youthfulness that couldn’t be seen in her harsh features and scarred visage. At some time po

“THERE, YOU make a beautiful bride. El jefe should be pleased and will show Ysalane good favor.”“You will pay for your part in Herrera’s evil,” Angela said through clenched teeth. “There is a God and you will pay.” She kept her gaze directed at Ysalane rather than at the mirror she stood before. She wanted to shred the white satin and lace gown from her body on principle alone. But since she didn’t know when or where she’d find any clothing, she bore the humiliating finery, hating every second that she was once again forced to do, say, and be what she despised in order to survive.The pictures of the twisted sex, blood, and death she’d seen made her feel violated, ugly, and so sick that she would rather die than be subjected to such a hell. Yet hope still beat inside her, urging her to hold on, to believe that freedom would once again be hers and that Ramos might be the large prisoner of which the old man spoke.She had to find a way to the dungeon before tonight. She had to find a w

“...IN FINAL blessing, we ask humbly that their lives bear witness to the reality of love,” Father Dom said, ending the ceremony in Spanish rather than the Latin he’d been speaking. He then pronounced them husband and wife.Angela couldn’t believe it. The ceremony was over.She gasped for air as a wave of dizziness swept over her. Father Dom reached out and steadied her. “Wisdom and light will come with patience, child,” he said, then turned away from her.That was it? All the patience, wisdom, and light in the universe weren’t going to save her.“Congratulations, Señora Herrera. Your home is as beautiful as you and as magnificent as your new husband,” said a woman, dressed in black and crusted with diamonds. She had blood red lips and pale, plastic-looking skin. Her dark eyes oozed with resentment as if she envied Angela’s position as Herrera’s bride. Angela backed away from the woman, returning only a nod of acknowledgment. If the woman wasn’t a vampire, then she obviously aspired t

CARLOS LAUGHED. “Why bring her amigos? Kill the hombres, especially the hairy one, and tie her up in the supply truck with the priest. Once we off him, there’ll be no record of the marriage and—”“Sí,” Emilio interrupted eagerly. “I will marry the puta and share her and the money with you.”“No, I will marry the puta and share her and the money with you,” Carlos insisted.Emilio glared at Carlos. “It was my idea to—”Ramos moved so quickly, Angela wasn’t exactly sure what happened. He turned and made a sweeping back kick, hitting the guards’ gun arms with such force that Angela heard bones crack before anyone could react. They screamed in pain while their weapons flew high into the air and clanked onto the tiled roof thirty feet above. Ramos landed smoothly on his feet, poised to strike again, still holding Rafael. The feat wasn’t human.The guards looked dumbfounded as they scrambled to draw hidden weapons from their pants, but the ghostly wolf sprang at them, growling with menace. E

RAMOS’S RIGHT claw punctured the padded handle he gripped as Angela careened around a bend in the road. His left arm held the priest upright because the man had gone limp upon seeing the wolf spirit, and every muscle from Ramos’s chest down was clenched to keep him wedged in the seat. On top of that, he’d placed his wolf spirit in the back to avoid frightening the old man again when he woke and now found his limited vision from that position frustrating enough to howl over.Then again, the wolf kept looking at Angela in the moonlight and not the road ahead or the jungle passing by in a blur—at least he blamed the unwarriorlike behavior on the wolf and not the growing desire inside him to do nothing else.It didn’t help that with every jolt and jerk, his fangs gouged his lip and the burning in his head from the fire strike throbbed to the point of madness. He couldn’t think clearly —a condition that worsened beneath the full light of the moon.From the spirit world, he’d seen the effec