Rise to Submit [Rise of the Changelings, Book 4] (Siren Publishing Epic Romance, ManLove)
Authors: Lynn Hagen
Rise of the Changelings, Book 4
Rise to Submit
Ian Campbell is a fang addict. He knows this, but is powerless against the drug that has taken over his very existence. When Newman, the vampire feeding his habit, tries to hand Ian over to the coven to be drained, he knows it’s time to go.
While on the run himself after being accused of bombing the college that he attended, Mason is sent to pick up Ian. He finds that Ian isn't a happy man. In fact, Ian tries to escape.
But little does Ian know that the very man he is running from might be the only man who can bring him back from the devastation his addiction has caused.
Rick is leading a war to save his species, and his job only grows tougher when Ian returns, and the alpha must tell Dorian, his mate and Ian’s brother, that he suspects Ian of being a mole.
NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest imprint, the Siren Epic Romance collection. This is Book 4 of 7 in the Rise of the Changelings series. The series shares an overall story arc with many crossover characters playing major roles in each book. These books are not stand-alone and should be read in their numbered order.
Genre:
Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length:
79,330 words
Rise of the Changelings, Book 4
Lynn Hagen
SIREN EPIC ROMANCE,
MANLOVE
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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RISE TO SUBMIT
Copyright © 2013 by Lynn Hagen
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RISE TO SUBMIT
Rise of the Changelings, Book 4
LYNN HAGEN
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Rick lowered the binoculars and shook his head, knowing they were going to add days to their journey. “The town is flooded with Breed Hunters and soldiers. There’s no way to even go around the area without being caught.”
Cities began to look like decimated war zones. Buildings were bombed and the streets deserted. Cars sat haphazardly, burnt out or abandoned. Martial law had already been declared, but Breed Hunters and Rebellions ignored the order as they each hunted the other down, ferretted out their enemy, and killed without hesitation.
And it seemed the Breed Hunters were taking advantage of the desolate towns, using them as headquarters.
“Then that adds days to our travel.” Sasha Monroe, alpha of the wereleopard changeling leap, stated Rick’s thoughts with irritation.
Rick handed him the binoculars. “There’s nothing we can do about it.”
As much as Rick hated to be delayed, he was not going to risk his group. A gaggle of weregeese were being attacked in Colorado and had sent word that they needed help. They were not a predatory breed, and Rick knew they were running for their lives instead of fighting.
“Call Loki, the alpha of the local weretiger pack, and let him know they need to send their forces in,” Rick said to Mason, the jaguar changeling with them. “Tell him I may not be able to make it in time to help the geese.”
They used the Internet and other means of communication to send messages and instructions that flew across the nation, relaying anything the leader had planned.
The government tried to shut them down. But as soon as one site was taken down, another sprang up.
The Rebellion would not be stopped.
They would not be defeated.
Rick looked over his group, seeing the sullen expressions on their faces. Mason, Omar, Benito, Miguel, Dorian, Sasha, and Freedman were still with Rick. All seven men had decided to stay with Rick’s Rebellion group.
Too bad he couldn’t pull in Nate and Selene. They would be perfect on his team. The problem with that was the fact that once the two were done in Shelton, Edward Costello—Rick’s brother-in-law—needed the two changelings.
Nate, Rick’s top enforcer, had texted him and told him that he was going to give his search for Ian two more days, and then he was leaving Shelton. Ian was Dorian’s brother, and Rick worried about the man, but there wasn’t anything Rick could do about the situation. He had to trust that Nate and Selene would get Ian out in time.
Dorian had made Rick promise that they would try their damnedest to get Ian out of the BDSM club owned by Kraven, master vampire of Hamilton.
No one could go in without risking Kraven sending his
Mãos da Morte
after them, so Nate was staking the place out, waiting, watching.
“Let’s load up and move out,” Freedman said as he began to descend down the small hill they had used to observe the town down below.
“I really hate it when he acts as though he is in charge,” Sasha snarled as he walked away.
Having two other dominant men in his group, aside from himself, proved challenging considering Rick was an alpha and a predatory changeling. He didn’t mind Freedman giving orders when things needed to be done, but it seemed Sasha got his panties into a bind whenever Freedman opened his mouth.
There were times when Rick wanted to kick the leopard out of the truck and drive away. Sasha drove him crazy. But Rick dealt with it the best he could. The changeling might be a pain in the ass, but he was one hell of a man when it came to fighting and taking down the enemy.
Rick needed as many capable people as he could get, so he dealt with Sasha’s ever-changing mood.
“Maybe Nate should have left that cage with us,” Benito said as he began to walk next to Rick. “That way you could shove Sasha’s cranky ass in there when he starts acting like this.”
Rick chuckled at the serious expression on Benito’s olive-colored face. “I’ll have to remember to tell Nate to bring it the next time he heads our way.”
“When will he and Selene join us?” Miguel asked. “I miss the big guy.”
Changelings, weaker or younger ones, always looked up to the more dominant males for approval and guidance. Not only did changelings need touch, but they needed to know their alpha was there for them. Miguel and Benito loved and respected Nate. The man was large, even for a changeling, and took care of business without hesitation. Any juvenile would look up to someone like that.
“Soon,” Rick replied as he ran his hand over Benito’s hair. The juvenile ate the attention up, giving off a low throaty sound as Rick stroked his fingers through the strands.
Changeling touch had nothing to do with sex. It was a way to reassure the pack and give them comfort. As alpha, Rick had no problem giving the juveniles the touch they craved.
Miguel moved to the other side of Rick, leaning in slightly as they walked. Rick grinned and began to play in Miguel’s hair as well.
“You two look ridiculous,” Omar scoffed as he walked behind Rick and the others. “Grow up.”
Rick sighed. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do with Omar. The blond male seemed to grow more pessimistic as the weeks grew into months. It had been four months since Rick had run from the cops invading his home, and if anyone had any reason to be cantankerous, it was him.
“Shut up, Omar,” Miguel snipped. “You’re just being an ass.”
Rick gently popped Miguel on the back of the head. There was no force to it. “Leave him be.”
“Fine,” Miguel grumbled as he left Rick’s side and walked to the truck. Benito spun around and pointed a finger in Omar’s face.
“You got Miguel in trouble with the alpha. Do that again and I’ll kick your scrawny ass!”
“Try it,” Omar challenged.
“Whoa,” Freedman said as he pulled Omar away. “Get in the truck before beanpole over there makes good on his threat.”
“I don’t need you saving me,” Omar snapped at Freedman as he climbed into the truck. Rick knew it made Omar look weak to have someone help him. Still, the guy needed to learn to let shit go. Benito may be a beanpole, but Rick had a feeling he would hand Omar his ass.
He shook his head as he climbed into the passenger seat, Freedman taking the wheel. They had picked up a Ford Excursion. It was big enough for everyone to fit, but hell on gas mileage.
“Dad texted me,” Dorian said from behind Rick.
Rick snapped his seat belt into place and then glanced over his shoulder. “How are he and your mother?”
