Author: wendyrathbone
My new financial guardian, Mathias, is a cold, self-centered, rude-ass Alpha and the son of one of the wealthiest men in the country. To him, I am a burden on society, only fit to live on a chattel farm.It doesn’t matter that I’m drawn to him, to his ominous presence and chiseled jaw, his muscular body in his fitted silk suits. I’m a single dad with kids and responsibilities –I don’t have time … don’t have time for that rich bastard.He keeps coming by the house so I can sign documents, fine. But then he’s got cute gifts for my…
I am Misha. My name was given to me at birth by the doctor who delivered me. I have never known my parents. I live in a ten by ten space with one window, a sink and toilet, a bed and a locked door. Once a day I’m taken to an outdoor exercise area. I am allowed a limited access tablet and tutored online by computer programs. I have one friend I talk to through a tiny crack in the wall. His name … His name is Cedric and he has trouble keeping himself quiet. When he isn’t talking to…
The Alphas think they own everything. Including people. Well, I’m here to say they don’t own me, and I will never let one of those bastards touch me again. The frenzy of their Burn cannot be trusted. I know from experience. My first time with an Alpha nearly ended in my death. And because of the laws which favor Alpha rights, and place a large number of unbonded, adult Omegas on chattel farms, … chattel farms, my abuser can never be tried for his crimes against me. Omegas are being hurt. Omegas are dying. All Alphas are violent. Or so…
It’s a world gone mad. The Alphas are out of control. When you discover you’re not who you thought you were, the nightmare begins.KRISAt age eighteen, life as he knows it is over for Kris. A secret to his nature he was not aware of has been revealed.Now, kept as a prisoner in a locked room in the mansion of his wealthy father, Kris is at the mercy of Alpha laws and Alpha domination.Things take a … and Alpha domination.Things take a turn for the worse when his own litter mate threatens him, and his father starts behaving strangely around…
“If you were mine, I’d treat you like gold.” How to avoid being romantically incorrect: When your eyes meet his across a crowded room and your heart jolts to a stop, don’t mistake lust for love. Never follow him to a public restroom to tell him how you feel. Don’t stalk him online or to a trendy gay bar in L.A. And do not give him advice on breaking up with his billionaire fiancée who treats him … with his billionaire fiancée who treats him like crap. Finally, do not offer your house as a haven when the press hounds…