Alphas Unbounded Read online

  Alphas Unbounded

  Terra Wolf

  Cara Wylde

  Elixa Everett

  Meredith Clarke

  Clementine Roux

  Kit Fawkes

  J.M. Claire

  Alana Hart

  Michaela Wright

  Ally Summers

  Contents

  Copyright

  Sharebear

  Bear in Sight

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Mailing List

  From the Authors

  Her Wolf, Her Protector

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Untitled

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  The End

  Trapped in a Gilded Cage

  1. Alma Venus

  2. The Interview

  3. Sold

  4. Trapped

  Book 2 Synopsis

  About the Author

  Mark of the Bear

  1. Cash

  2. Bianca

  3. Cash

  4. Cash

  5. Bianca

  6. Cash

  7. Cash

  8. Bianca

  9. Cash

  10. Bianca

  11. Bianca

  12. Cash

  13. Bianca

  14. One Month Later

  15. About the Author

  Once Forbidden

  Once Forbidden

  Episode One

  Episode Two

  Episode Three

  Episode Four

  Episode Five

  Mailing List

  Tiger Eye

  Untitled

  Untitled

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  About the Author

  Rocker Bear

  Mailing List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Mailing List

  Alphas Divided

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Unchosen Bride

  Mailing List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Untitled

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  About the Authors

  Spells of Fate

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Spells of Fate Book Two: Fated Possession

  Copyright

  Alphas Unbounded

  Copyright © 2016 Sharebear

  Parts of this book were previously published as Wasted by Morgan Black

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places or events are entirely the work of the author. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Please purchase only authorized editions and do not participate in piracy of copyrighted materials.

  Created with Vellum

  Alphas Unbounded

  Presented by Sharebear

  Sign up here for all the latest shifter releases

  Bear in Sight

  Hunter’s Manor Book One

  by

  Terra Wolf

  One

  NOAH

  I pulled into the parking lot of the bar. The Rusty Bucket-- it certainly wasn’t anything to write home about, but they had good beer specials and it was good for me to get out of the manor once in a while. Constantly being surrounded by other shifters set me on edge. I shut off the ignition and left my keys on the floor of the truck, I didn’t even bother locking it. I knew most of the regulars here, and any passersby wouldn’t even notice the dented old truck sitting in the parking lot among the other fifty trucks and old cars that looked just as beat up. I didn’t worry about that here, I didn’t have to.

  The only thing I had to worry about was maintaining my secret. And Lucy.

  Any time I went out in public, I had to keep my bear contained and calm. But this bar was calm enough, quiet enough. It only got out of hand when somebody’s football team lost and someone had bet too much money on it. And then a few punches were thrown and my bear would anxiously pace back and forth, wanting to get involved. But I would leave before anything would get serious. I never got involved, I couldn’t. If for some reason my bear decided to unleash, I couldn’t control him. It was part of why my clan was developed.

  I lived in Hunter’s Manor, of Hunter’s Woods. We practically owned the town, well, Alastair did. He was our clan leader. He had brought all of us together-- kind of like we were orphans. I was the only one that was a cub since birth. The other two had been changed. It was a horrible process, something that many people don’t live through. And then once you’re a bear shifter, where do you go? The human world doesn’t know anything of our kind. And you certainly can’t make it on your own. Not unless you have skills that most of us born shifters possess. Many born shifters are raised in solitude and know how to make it in the human world on their own. But those that were changed-- they just can’t manage it. They don’t understand that you have to shift at least once every few weeks in order to keep the bear at bay. They look for love and relationships in humans, but your fated mate simply can’t be just a girl on the street. And once they finally meet her, they don’t know how to control that either. So Alastair built our clan. We were rare. A group of shifters living together peacefully.

  But we were also different for one more reason. We had Lucy. She had just gotten out of the passenger side and was following me into the bar. We were mostly out for her benefit tonight. She struggled the most with not being around humans. She craved the interaction of ot
her people, especially women. She wanted that best friend, and the guys and I just can’t give it to her. I didn’t care about how her hair looked, or the movie she wanted to see. But most of all we didn’t understand what it was like to shift as a woman. And we almost always shifted alone. But that scared her, so since she had come to the manor at least once a month one of us would shift with her. She was the cuddling type, or at least her bear was.

  She passed by me and went to open the door, I could hear the loud music blaring from inside. I was sure there was a group of older men drinking their beer around the bar--the typical crowd. She held the door open for me and dipped her head just slightly as I walked past her. I don’t know why she felt like she needed to submit to me; that wasn’t the way that we worked. I was starting to realize that maybe it wasn’t her bear submitting, it was her. She was six years younger than me, only a freshman in college when the change happened. And the craziest part about her? She wasn’t even scratched. Was in a college dorm room one night when she realized that something was wrong. Landed herself in the hospital, luckily we have a friend on staff. He’s one of the few human to know about us. His brothers were shifters, but somehow the gene wasn’t passed to him. He approached her clan over a decade ago offering his services. He knew the fever as soon as he saw her. He lied to her parents, had to tell them that she died. We’d never seen a female before, at least not one that wasn’t born. We didn’t know if she’d make it through the night. They held a funeral for her and everything. She wanted to go, but we wouldn’t let her. It wasn’t right. She had only been with us for six months, but she was starting to fit in, starting to feel like family. And at least once a month one of us would babysit her and take her to the bar or out to a movie, or shopping for clothes. Something that she enjoyed doing. But this bar, was my bar. I came here every week. Maybe I needed the human interaction as much a she did.

  I sat down on a bar stool and she pulled one up for herself next to me. I ordered us two beers and we surveyed the environment. It didn’t take long for the hair on the back my neck to stand up. Another shifter was in the bar.

  “You feel that?”

  She took another swig from her beer, her dark bangs falling into her eyes. “Yeah, what is it?”

  “We have company.”

  Her eyes grew wide, the silver circle surrounding her irises sparkling in the dim light. “Why the hell would another clan member be here? Everyone knows that Alastair owns the Northeast.”

  I shrugged. “He could just be passing through. Could be one of the Canadians, we’re not terribly far from the border.”

  “But don’t we usually know when that happens? I mean I feel like they usually stop in, let us know that they’re coming through.”

  I nodded, I knew she was right. They usually did alert us to anyone going across the borders. So either this bear wasn’t playing by the rules, or my bear was anxiously pacing for no reason. I had the tendency to believe it was the first one. I looked over at the pool table and saw tall bald guy, probably in his late thirties cueing up a rack. He took the stick between his hands and held it so that it was standing directly below his face. Our eyes locked and immediately I knew that he was the target. He was the other shifter in the room.

  “See the bald guy? I think it’s him.”

  Lucy tossed her hair over her left shoulder looking over at him. “He’s got cut off sleeves but I don’t see a tattoo. What the hell does that mean?”

  We tried to teach her as much as possible about our world as soon as we got her hands on her. But really it had taken her about two weeks to just come out of the bedroom. We'd taken turns taking her food and telling her bits of information about us but Alastair told us that until she was ready to learn, we couldn’t really teach her. Finally, after being alone for so long, she started to come down at meal times and asked questions. We tried not to overwhelm her, but how could we not? She was a nineteen-year-old girl who just found out that she could change into a bear at will. And the craziest part was, she was a grizzly. This tiny little petite thing was a grizzly bear on the inside. It also meant that her temper was hard to control. Just having her around a potentially volatile shifter could be dangerous for everyone in this bar.

  I searched his arms myself, keying in on his right shoulder, but I saw nothing. We all had tattoos on our right shoulder, occasionally the Canadians were on their left, but we all had tattoos. Symbols of what clan we belonged to. Even rogue bears had tattoos. Shifters who didn’t were mutinous. Always trying to start trouble. Or worse, they were wolves.

  The wolves had been trying to take over territory for the past year. Nothing had gotten out of hand yet, one had come at Alastair a couple months ago but I had taken care of him. And after that we had talked to the alpha up in Canada and he assured us that wolf acted of his own will, the pack wasn’t involved. We didn’t believe him of course, but things had been quiet since. So even if they were staging a territorial battle, they were hiding it well. But I knew better than to get comfortable. You can never get complacent around those wolves, they always wanted something, or worse someone. And being away from the compound with Lucy alone was starting to make me nervous.

  “Pay the bartender. We should get out of here.”

  She jutted out her lower lip pouting at me. “I haven’t even had half my beer! And he’s not gonna do anything. It’s two against one. Besides…” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “there’re tons of humans in here. He’s not going to expose himself.”

  I looked at him over my shoulder again, he seemed to be laughing with a couple friends and just playing pool. I hoped that she was right. Because if she wasn’t, I was going to have to kill a man tonight.

  Two

  PIPER

  “You’re doing it again,” my roommate Lauren said to me.

  “Doing what?”

  She rolled her bright blue eyes at me, “You know… That thing where you stare off into space. What did you see this time?”

  She was right, I had been doing that thing. Having a vision. I was descendent of a long line of psychics. And whether you believe in the crap or not, it’s real. And it had been bothering and annoying me for most of my life.

  My grandmother was a famous gypsy psychic. She spent most of her life finding people their matches, setting up marriages and finding fiancés. She was all about that one true love. My grandfather had been hers, but he had died in a car accident ten years before I was born. As a result, she spent the rest of her days making sure that other people fell in love. Even trying to get me to find my soulmate. By the time I was a teenager, she started working at a sideshow. She said it was just for extra money, but I think she liked seeing different people. Telling them their fortunes.

  It was just her and my dad. My mom had skipped out on a long time ago, which surprisingly, she hadn’t seen coming. So I would follow her from sideshow to sideshow, becoming friends with freaks and trying to hone my own psychic abilities. But that didn’t really work either. My visions were sparse and typically off in one way or another.

  But hers were spot on, so when she told me fate would bring me to a tall, brooding dark-haired man, I tended to believe her. She said he was nervous, constantly running his fingers through his hair. It was on the longer side, shaggy. And that he had these fierce green eyes. She claimed that they were fierce because he was so protective over me. But as long as I had lived, I had looked. And no such man had yet crossed my path. I had practically given up.

  And my psychic visions? They hardly ever came true. If I saw myself getting an A on a test, it wasn’t me, it might’ve been the person next to me. Or, if I saw a cop chasing me down to give me a ticket, it wasn’t actually him giving me a ticket. He was telling me that my tail light was out, so didn’t matter how slow I drove that day, he was still going to come after he. My visions had some truth to them, but every single one something was just slightly off. My grandmother had said it was because I didn’t take enough time to hone my natural abilities. She believed in medit
ation and convening with nature. Well, we lived in Maine, there was plenty of nature without me sitting quietly in it with my eyes shut.

  My father didn’t want me to use my gift. He said I needed to spend more time working on my academics and less time at the freak shows. But those freaks, they were my people. And the best time I had was around them, all through high school. And then when I chose college, I was blessed to have a roommate like Lauren. I had to tell her about my ability, especially when I realized she had a stalker. A guy from her English class had been following her all around campus for days. And I finally saw him in one of my visions, bringing flowers to her in the middle of class and thoroughly embarrassing her. So we put a stop to it. She believed me right away. I had no idea why. She should’ve told me I was completely bonkers and asked for a new roommate, but instead she bought into it and called the guy and told him to never try any big stunt with her or she definitely would never go out with him. The flowers never arrived and her class was never interrupted. It was one of the few times my visions had actually done something positive.

  “It was nothing.”

  The truth was, it wasn’t nothing. Ever since my grandmother had told me about my one true love, the dark shaggy haired guy, I’d been seeing him in my own visions. Only pieces of him now, like he was some type of ghost for my dreams. It was terrible. Every single time I saw a dark-haired guy walk past me on campus, I’d look to see if he had green eyes. Or any time I saw a loner reading in the dining hall, I’d go over and say hello to him. But then he would look at me, and he would have glasses, or he wasn’t the dark and brooding type. And certainly there was no guy protecting me. My grandmother had been wrong.

  “So what are you doing for break? Is your dad taking you anywhere?”

  I shook my head, “No. I think we’ll just hang out for a couple days. I think he’s still packing up some of my grandmother's stuff at her house before he sells it. So I’ll probably spend a couple days along the coast doing that.”