Shifters Gone Alpha by Michele Bardsley, Sydney Addae, Sedona Venez, Ellis Leigh, Julia Mills, Renee George, Skye Jones, Brandy Walker, Lisa Carlisle, Solease M Barner, Cristina Rayne, Lynn Tyler Page A
Authors: Michele Bardsley, Sydney Addae, Sedona Venez, Ellis Leigh, Julia Mills, Renee George, Skye Jones, Brandy Walker, Lisa Carlisle, Solease M Barner, Cristina Rayne, Lynn Tyler
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too high for drunken nights and death defying shenanigans. Don’t even get her started on the weird cases.
Bodies without a drop of blood in them dumped in the receiving bay without a sound. Canine bites accompanied by deep gouges across the bodies. Not to mention the woman who’d literally been scared to death; her face frozen in fear. There was no obvious cause of death and when Hammond did the autopsy, he couldn’t find anything internally either.
So caught up in her thoughts, Selena didn’t notice the man in the alleyway up ahead. She didn’t see the frantic, crazed look in his eyes, the dirt and grime covering his clothes and body, or the knife he clutched in a white knuckled grip until it was too late.
He reached for her as she swerved at the last minute to avoid him. His filthy hand clamped hard over her mouth, cutting off her attempt to scream. Pressing the knife against her throat, he dragged her down the alley into the dark shadows where no one would see them.
Her fight or flight instinct was derailed by the stench washing over her, making her eyes water and stomach turn. The smell was worse than anything she’d ever experienced before, including the fragrant scents that came into the morgue. The grungy man’s body was ripe with sweat and the acrid smell of urine. Bile rose in her throat, adding to her difficulties breathing.
“You thought you could get away from me, Selena,” he sneered. His hot, foul breath wafted against her cheek, sending her stomach into convulsions. “You can’t. You’re mine and always will be. No one will ever have you. I’ll make sure of that.”
Stunned to hear her ex-boyfriend’s voice, she quit moving. Her body went limp, and he was forced to drag her further into the darkness.
She couldn’t believe he’d tracked her down. For over a year she’d lived without fear. Thinking she’d moved far enough away from the abusive man. Stupidly believing he was too dumb to track her down. As her disbelief faded, replaced by fear, she went into a panic. She needed to get away. Needed to fight back.
She squirmed in his hold and clawed at his hand covering her mouth. Before she knew it, the hand was gone. A rough push against the wall knocked the breath and fight out of her, cutting off her attempt to scream for help. As she tried to catch her breath, her brain went into overdrive. She’d never been able to match him physically. Fighting back made him meaner and rougher. The hits would come harder, the kicks swifter.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she sorted through her options. There really weren’t many. She’d have to wait for him to turn her around before she could attack. The heavy metal thermos in her backpack would be a good weapon. It was still mostly full. She’d never had a chance during the nightshift to take a break and drink it.
The press of his heavy body along her back held her in place. He grabbed her bag, throwing it to the ground and out of the way. The loud thud dashing her hopes to use it against him. Fear skittered along her nerves as he pressed in closer.
“I’ve been waiting, watching you from a distance. You aren’t a very smart girl, Selena. You walk home alone every day. Same route, no variation. It’s like you wanted me to find you. Is that what you wanted, baby? Did you miss me? Hoped I’d find you and make you mine again?”
He pressed his pelvis against her ass, the hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her. Her body shook with revulsion. He ran his free hand down her side, and then pushed it between her and the wall. He groped her breast painfully. She bucked in an attempt to move him. The throw him off, but it was no use. Jason laughed maniacally. The deep disturbed sound vibrating through her.
He’d been a big man the last time she saw him, and that hadn’t changed in the intervening year. In fact, he seemed bigger…harder…rougher. But then, it could be her high state of panic making her feel that way. At least she
Bodies without a drop of blood in them dumped in the receiving bay without a sound. Canine bites accompanied by deep gouges across the bodies. Not to mention the woman who’d literally been scared to death; her face frozen in fear. There was no obvious cause of death and when Hammond did the autopsy, he couldn’t find anything internally either.
So caught up in her thoughts, Selena didn’t notice the man in the alleyway up ahead. She didn’t see the frantic, crazed look in his eyes, the dirt and grime covering his clothes and body, or the knife he clutched in a white knuckled grip until it was too late.
He reached for her as she swerved at the last minute to avoid him. His filthy hand clamped hard over her mouth, cutting off her attempt to scream. Pressing the knife against her throat, he dragged her down the alley into the dark shadows where no one would see them.
Her fight or flight instinct was derailed by the stench washing over her, making her eyes water and stomach turn. The smell was worse than anything she’d ever experienced before, including the fragrant scents that came into the morgue. The grungy man’s body was ripe with sweat and the acrid smell of urine. Bile rose in her throat, adding to her difficulties breathing.
“You thought you could get away from me, Selena,” he sneered. His hot, foul breath wafted against her cheek, sending her stomach into convulsions. “You can’t. You’re mine and always will be. No one will ever have you. I’ll make sure of that.”
Stunned to hear her ex-boyfriend’s voice, she quit moving. Her body went limp, and he was forced to drag her further into the darkness.
She couldn’t believe he’d tracked her down. For over a year she’d lived without fear. Thinking she’d moved far enough away from the abusive man. Stupidly believing he was too dumb to track her down. As her disbelief faded, replaced by fear, she went into a panic. She needed to get away. Needed to fight back.
She squirmed in his hold and clawed at his hand covering her mouth. Before she knew it, the hand was gone. A rough push against the wall knocked the breath and fight out of her, cutting off her attempt to scream for help. As she tried to catch her breath, her brain went into overdrive. She’d never been able to match him physically. Fighting back made him meaner and rougher. The hits would come harder, the kicks swifter.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she sorted through her options. There really weren’t many. She’d have to wait for him to turn her around before she could attack. The heavy metal thermos in her backpack would be a good weapon. It was still mostly full. She’d never had a chance during the nightshift to take a break and drink it.
The press of his heavy body along her back held her in place. He grabbed her bag, throwing it to the ground and out of the way. The loud thud dashing her hopes to use it against him. Fear skittered along her nerves as he pressed in closer.
“I’ve been waiting, watching you from a distance. You aren’t a very smart girl, Selena. You walk home alone every day. Same route, no variation. It’s like you wanted me to find you. Is that what you wanted, baby? Did you miss me? Hoped I’d find you and make you mine again?”
He pressed his pelvis against her ass, the hard ridge of his erection rubbing against her. Her body shook with revulsion. He ran his free hand down her side, and then pushed it between her and the wall. He groped her breast painfully. She bucked in an attempt to move him. The throw him off, but it was no use. Jason laughed maniacally. The deep disturbed sound vibrating through her.
He’d been a big man the last time she saw him, and that hadn’t changed in the intervening year. In fact, he seemed bigger…harder…rougher. But then, it could be her high state of panic making her feel that way. At least she
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