The Alpha's Toy

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Sam
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THE ALPHA’S TOY

The Alpha Shifter
Collection, 1

Sam Crescent

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

Mary watched as another of her
pack was slaughtered by the intruder. The silver chains around her
wrists, ankles, and neck stopped her from doing anything. Her alpha
and his queen had already been killed in the invasion.
She was originally
from the city, but every month around the time of the full moon she
travelled to the country to run with her pack. Mary knew she
shouldn’t really see the pack she ran with as hers. They only put
up with her because Dani and Roger demanded they did. None of the
other members really liked her. Still, the open air of the city did
not compare to the scent of the forest, the fresh grass, or the
feel of other wolves, even if they were unfriendly. She had not
found any other pack and wasn’t interested in being rejected at
every turn, which was why she stayed where she was. Better the
devil you know and all that. But now even that was being taken away
from her as she watched members of her back being slaughtered by a
man she didn’t know.

She was known as a half breed
wolf
, which
meant she had been turned by having the misfortune to be in the
wrong place at the wrong time. Working late at the advertising
agency where she was a receptionist, Mary had been bitten by a
stray dog. At least at the time she’d thought it was a stray dog.
Since being bitten she had learned differently. The large stray dog
had turned out to be a wolf. Some packs frowned upon changing
humans whereas others found their mates by biting humans. She
didn’t have a clue why she’d been bitten, but Mary had had to learn
fast how to deal with being a half breed. If it hadn’t been for
Roger, the now deceased leader, she would have died. The dog who’d
bitten her had taken off, leaving her hurt and bleeding. Roger and
his wife, Dani, had guided her through the transition until she was
able to mingle with humans once again. Until she’d been bitten her
life had been ordinary. She had never taken the time to relish her
life or the simple pleasures she enjoyed. Roger and Dani helped her
to adapt. Dogs had even stopped barking at her, and she had no
choice but to sell her beloved cat. Having her pet hiss at her all
the time was unsettling.

So every month she would come back to the
pack to embrace the destiny that had been thrust upon her. Most of
the wolves in her pack wouldn’t have anything to do with her
because of her not being a full blood wolf. She couldn’t change on
demand and was bound by the restrictions of the full moon. Also,
she was bigger than the other female wolves. Where the other wolves
were slender without an extra pound on them, Mary had plenty of
pounds to spare. Running with the wolves hadn’t changed her weight
at all. She didn’t mind as her body stayed the same even with her
eating more. Her life had changed so drastically in the last
eighteen months, and now she knew her life was going to change
again.

Dani and Roger were
dead
, along
with four other men and women. Their bodies lay in a corner as the
man smiled menacingly out at the crowd. His pack stood behind him
obviously prepared to take matters into their own hands if
necessary.

Fear clawed within her stomach.
In all of her life she’d never been the type of person to search
for confrontation. The man who clearly was the alpha looked happy
to tear apart members of her pack.
Was he doing it for fun? She’d never seen
him before and didn’t know what he had against her pack.

Are they really your
pack?

For a long time Mary hadn’t felt
like a member of the pack.
They put up with her, but no one wanted anything
else to do with her. She was the only one who’d been turned by an
unknown wolf, and they made sure their disgust was known to her.
Neither Dani nor Roger knew who turned her, but they’d been there
when she needed them the most, and she felt a sense of loyalty to
them. Licking her raw, chapped lips, she cried out as another man’s
head was torn from his body.

Her stomach turned. Leaning
forward she could no longer contain the vomit she’d been trying to
keep down. Everything she had consumed within the last few hours
came up. The pack around her started to curse and move away.
Someone kicked her thigh sending her down to the ground.
Fortunately, she
didn’t land in her own vomit.

When her stomach settled she stood
once more to look at the stage. The silver from the chains hurt her
skin. Glancing down she saw the red raw skin was bleeding in places
from where the metal touched her. Wiping at her brow, she wished
there was something more she could do.

The sound of a feminine scream interrupted
her thinking. Mary saw the only person who had been nice to her.
The girl was no more than fourteen. Jessica was her name, and where
the other pack members had ignored Mary, the young teenager talked
about her life constantly. Mary found it strange that out of all of
the pack, Jessica always smelled different, as if she didn’t
belong. At times, Mary was sure she and Jessica both smelled the
same way, but no one said a thing about the young girl, at least
that she heard.

Watching the man haul the girl up onto the
stage, Mary had to look away. Jessica wasn’t a bad kid. She was
young, sweet, and hadn’t been polluted by other members of the
pack. Jessica didn’t see full blood or half blood. The young girl
saw people who happened to change into wolves. The innocence within
her eyes was something to be cherished, not ignored. Mary had been
ignored most of her life. The only time she hadn’t been overlooked
was when she’d been bitten. At twenty-five years old she’d not even
had a sexual experience with a man. It was pitiful, but being a
fuller woman came with its own set of issues. She’d been on the
receiving end of cruel jokes, and she saw the real intent in the
eyes of the men who asked her out. Mary preferred to keep everyone
at arms’ length rather than risk getting her heart broken or even
crushed through bad decisions. Keeping her guard up allowed her to
live her life in peace.

“
No, no, no, no, please.
I’ve done nothing wrong,” Jessica said, begging for her
life.

Staring down at the ground, Mary felt the
fear through to her bones. Jessica’s pleas were getting to her.
There was no way she could let anything happen to the young girl.
Glancing up she watched as someone tugged on the chain around
Jessica’s neck. The cries were too much, and before Mary could stop
herself, she’d shouted at them.

“
Leave her alone. She’s a young
girl and
has
done nothing wrong.” Her voice carried through the air travelling
over the rest of her pack to land on the man doing
damage.

Biting down on her lip she heard the rest
of her pack curse as their enemies turned to her. The men had
attacked before she had gotten a chance to get naked and run. Some
of the pack were not that lucky and were in fact naked. Even though
she’d been this way for the last eighteen months, Mary hadn’t
gotten used to seeing other men naked. She’d seen more cocks and
breasts than she cared to remember in the last few
months.

“
You speak out for this piece of
sniveling trash?” the man asked.
He was the Alpha, and when he spoke Mary
felt something answer within her. It was like her wolf knew his
voice and was kicking at her skin trying to get out.

She didn’t have a clue who the
man was
.
She’d never seen him before in her life. Mary knew she would have
remembered him from the way he looked alone. He was well over six
feet, and down one arm going up to his neck was a black tattoo that
interlocked and wrapped around his thick arms. The Alpha didn’t
wear a shirt, only a pair of really tight jeans that settled on his
hips but outlined his thick legs. He wouldn’t be put down easy in a
fight, and every part of him oozed power, masculinity. Mary hadn’t
met another man like him. From his aura alone she was bowled over,
and not just because she was bound within silver chains.

Across the distance she couldn’t make
out anything else other than the fact he was a giant hunk of a
man.

He’s killing your
pack.

“
She’s a girl,” Mary said,
forcing herself to speak up. If no one else would speak up for
Jessica, then she would.

There’s no way to get out
of here alive.

The man smiled, grabbing Jessica
around the waist. “You want to bargain for her life?” the Alpha
asked.

Mary nodded. Any confidence she
had vanished as he ordered the man beside him to grab her. The rest
of her pack tried to move away from her, hoping not to gain the
wrath of the other pack.
Crap
. Why couldn’t she have stayed home and taken to the city
woods? It was guarded by high security, but she could have at least
turned and gotten the run she craved. Instead, she’d come back to a
pack who despised her, and now she was looking at the possible end
of her life.