Chapter One Sneak Peek: Omega Enslaved (Lost Wolves Book Four)
Omega Enslaved (Lost Wolves Book Four) comes out in one week, June 1st!
Currently, I'm working like mad on another new series (slated for release in July) because I'm crazy. It also means I'm pushing back the next Haven City book until September. Sorry about that! This book is crawling around in my brain and begging me to write it. It's a new adult (college age) story, which I've only done once before. But this one has superheroes and lots of twists on popular tropes (nerd/jock -- stuff like that). Oh, and only one shifter -- and he's not the main character. But he'll get his own book eventually.
Plus, it gives me an excuse (do I really need one?) to look at DC porn.
Currently, I'm working like mad on another new series (slated for release in July) because I'm crazy. It also means I'm pushing back the next Haven City book until September. Sorry about that! This book is crawling around in my brain and begging me to write it. It's a new adult (college age) story, which I've only done once before. But this one has superheroes and lots of twists on popular tropes (nerd/jock -- stuff like that). Oh, and only one shifter -- and he's not the main character. But he'll get his own book eventually.
Plus, it gives me an excuse (do I really need one?) to look at DC porn.
By Fish Ghost
Here's the first chapter of Omega Enslaved. If you want to read the second chapter, join my mailing list to get it first. Sign up here!
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The Mission
The only
thing worse than Felix Underwood’s cell in the dank underground prison was his
reason for being set free: to bring the infamous and dangerous alpha wolf, Lucien
Mircea King of Wallachia, to justice. Well, what passed as justice in the eyes
of the European Union, which didn’t say much considering the EU consisted of
humans.
Shifters got
a worse deal due to that, and while Felix couldn’t blame them for their fear of
creatures stronger and faster than they were – he sure as hell could blame them
for everything else. Like locking him up without a trial. And what they did to Evelyn.
Not to mention this whole fucked up situation.
He gritted
his teeth and took a deep breath. A thin drizzle of rain misted his hair and darkened
the cobblestones at his feet. Made them slippery and difficult to run on. He
knew that from experience. If it hadn’t been raining the day they got caught—he
touched the scar on the back of his neck, the one made with the silver prick of
the tranquilizer dart. If it hadn’t
been raining they’d have gotten away from those Interpol agents easily.
That night
haunted him. It filled his chest and stomach with guilt. If he had moved faster
– if he hadn’t been so set of making that one last mark suffer (and that
bastard needed to suffer) – they
would’ve escaped. It wasn’t Felix feeling sorry for himself. His actions got
them both caught, Felix and his alpha, Evelyn.
Felix popped
the collar of his trench coat and slipped around the corner. It’s one of the
few requests he made. He wasn’t wandering into the middle of a deal with one of
the most dangerous shifter leaders in Europe without looking the part.
His blue prison
coveralls didn’t cut it.
Thankfully, his
captors saw it his way.
Of course,
the EU didn’t have jurisdiction in Croatia, and the government wasn’t about to
cooperate without special provisions, which is why Interpol needed Felix. He silently
scoffed at the thought. That wasn’t their only line of reasoning. He doubted
any human wanted to send their own kind against a wolf known for his impressive
methods of torture. So impressive he had a nickname: Lucien the Bloody King of
Wallachia.
But they
weren’t in Wallachia now.
Oh no. They
were in the port city of Pula, with the charming multicolored villas and quaint
shops that looked like any other village along the coast.
Not to
mention the dearth of shifter lands close by. That meant Lucien couldn’t
retreat and disappear inside territory no sane human would tread within.
Because if they did, the Old Ones might rip them to pieces or do whatever it
was Old Ones did. Felix didn’t know, but he’d heard the stories as a boy. The
Old Ones were ancient shifters with special magic that protected shifter
territory. Without them, the barriers that kept magic in and human technology
out dissolved.
That’s why Interpol
chose that moment to take Lucien down. The alpha hardly ever left his own
kingdom, according to their intel (which Felix didn’t trust because humans), so this deal was big.
Only Interpol
had no clue what Lucien was buying.
Or why.
So they were
using someone disposable to figure it out. Because if Felix fucked this up no
one would care except Evelyn.
He smiled at
that thought. His sister had been remarkably well behaved so far. But if he
died, he’d like to see what she did to them. It’d be worse than what Lucien
would do, he’d bet everything he owned on that. Or everything he used to own
before they tagged him like a stray and tossed him into a cell.
However, he’d
rather survive than win that bet.
Like many
clandestine meetings, this one took place at the port well after midnight. Of
course it did. The only time in a year that Interpol let Felix out of his cage,
and he didn’t even get to feel the sun on his face. At least he got to see the
moon. It was half full and would’ve provided enough light but for the clouds
that clogged the sky and the gentle mist that rolled off the sea.
Felix went
over the scant bits of information they’d given him since they yanked him from
his cell a week ago and tossed him into the middle of this bullshit.
Lucien would
be in Pula to meet a ship at two in the morning. A deal would go down, and
Felix was supposed to assess the situation and intervene as necessary to bring
in the alpha.
Never mind
that Felix was an omega. Or that they hadn’t given him a long-range rifle (his
weapon of choice). And that when he and Evelyn did a job, she was the one
making contact while he stayed on the outside and out of the middle of
everything. Not because he couldn’t lie his way out of a paper sack (he sure as
hell could), and he blended in well enough. Brown hair and brown eyes. Small to
medium build. Handsome enough to get what he wanted without leaving a lasting
impression. Felix was the perfect con man except for one thing: kissing ass. And
con artists had to know when to butter up a mark. Evelyn did it with ease.
Felix, not so much.
Now, as he turned
the last corner, he shoved down every instinct that told him to whisper
obscenities into the mic tucked into his collar. It’s not like his handlers
would let him go into the field without one. They had a tracking device on him
too in case he tried to run. The mic and earpiece would be easy to ditch, but
the tracking device was under the skin at the base of his skull. Nasty bit of
technology.
He wouldn’t
run in the first place. Not with the ultimatum they gave him.
His stomach
turned at the thought.
Evelyn.
He had to do
what they said or else she’d pay for it with her life. The thought of her hurt
coiled in his belly. He got them into this shit, and he’d find a way to get
them out.
“Ship
spotted. Check your six,” Howard, Felix’s handler, said over the com in Felix’s
ear.
Military
jargon. Because Felix, an unassuming omega, was obviously a well trained soldier. Wait. No, he wasn’t.
“Does that
mean to check my watch?” Felix grumbled.
A huff blew
into his ear, almost as unpleasant as if the bastard was next to him and not a
mile down the coast. No one wanted to get too close to a wolf like Lucien
unless they had to. The actual humans in Howard’s ranks were all hidden on the
dock somewhere. Felix couldn’t even smell them.
“Check
behind you. We gave you the handout.”
Felix rolled
his eyes. “Didn’t read it. I tried to eat it and choke, but someone stopped me.
Rude, by the way.”
“You don’t
get to die until we’re through with you, dog,” Howard snarled, and Felix imagined,
for the hundredth time, how satisfying it would be to rip that man’s throat
out.
Someday he
might get to do it.
For now, he
did what he was told and checked the harbor. Sure enough, a small freighter sat
in the port. A few burly hunter types stood on the deck smoking and walking
back and forth. Of course they were burly hunter types, because that made
everything easy.
“How are you
seeing this?” Felix asked.
“You think
we’d trust you to go in blind? The entire area is covered with my men and their
cams. I can see everything you do, so don’t try anything,” Howard’s accent was
thick. British. Felix caught the hint of roughness around the edge.
“Grew up in the
East End, did you?” he murmured into his mic as he worked his way closer to the
ship.
Felix
imagined the sneer, to his great satisfaction, on Howard’s ugly face. “Shut
it.”
“Just making
small talk. You don’t want the higher ups to look down on you for such humble
beginnings. I can see that. Not everyone has privilege in life. Don’t hold it against
yourself. It’s not as if everyone can be born with a family legacy and so many possibilities
set before them.”
“Speaking
from experience are we?” Howard said. His voice held a note of satisfaction like
he’d won.
Far from it,
but Felix let him have that. He let Howard relish in the sensation for a moment
before he yanked it away. How else could he get back at his captors?
“Goodness
no. I’m an Underwood. You know what that means. The stories I could tell you,”
Felix said lightly and chuckled. It’s the chuckle that pissed people off. It
reminded them that, shifter or not, he came from a long line of blue blood that
used to have more power than any human wanted to admit. Even if their homeland
didn’t look as kindly upon shifters as the Americas, the UK didn’t rally
against them like the rest of Europe.
They put the
shifter wars of old behind them and let most law-abiding shifters live in
peace. That was the problem with Felix, however. Abiding by anything that
didn’t suit him.
Even with a
name like Underwood, it didn’t protect them from the men who caught them. Sold
them. Used them. Nothing could protect them from that. But that didn’t stop
Felix from rubbing his highborn status in everyone’s face that let him.
Howard was
silent for a moment. “Lot of good it did you if you ended up here.”
“Yes, well.
If only I could get back to my estate I’d be home free. No extradition over
shifter lands. You know how that works. But you bastards kept me locked up in Paris,
which I wouldn’t mind if I had a nicer room.”
“It’s called
a cell, dog. It’s where animals belong,” Howard grunted.
“Wolf, thank
you very much,” Felix said and made a rude hand gesture. If there really were men
with cams everywhere, Howard would see it.
The man
didn’t say a word, so Felix considered it a win.
“Get on that
boat. We need to see what Lucien wants to buy before he gets here,” Howard said
as Felix hung in the shadows.
He sniffed
the air, but the scent of the sea and humans blocked any fellow shifters,
though he caught a faint hint of silver and wolf’s bane. The two things
guaranteed to kill him, and they were close enough to smell.
Lovely.
“How am I
suppose to do that?” Felix asked and bit back the shiver that fought to travel
up his back in the cold winter air.
The dim street
lamps burned every meter or so, which made it easy enough to slip through the
shadows. Humans didn’t have the same enhanced nocturnal vision and sense of
smell that shifters did, but they did have technology that could see heat
sources and hear just as well as shifters if it was properly set up. It all
evened out in the end. Except those things didn’t work in shifter territory,
but they weren’t in shifter territory right now, unfortunately.
“You know
I’m not a spy, right?” Felix said as he watched the men stroll from one side of
the deck to the other. He only spotted two humans so far, but there had to be
more. That ship needed a crew of at least a dozen men.
Howard
scuffed. “I don’t give two shits what you are. Get on that ship. Or are you
going to let them catch you like we did?”
That bastard
had nothing to do with catching them initially, and he knew it, but Felix bit
back the remark. If he insulted Howard too badly the man might let these
hunters kill him.
More to the
point, why the hell was Lucien meeting with hunters? Well, he’d have to get on
the damn boat to find out.
Sure, Felix
could sneak quietly. Move like the shadows and slip up unannounced, but where
was the fun in that? Plus, if he got caught it would just make his eventual
death worse.
Instead, he
strode out of the alley purposefully and started up the freighter’s ramp. His
footfalls from the white trainers (frightful, but what could he do?) rang on
the metal, and the men on duty ran to the edge brandishing their guns.
The bigger
of the two put out his cigarette and glowered. He shouted something in a
language Felix didn't speak.
Felix put up
his hands in mock surrender.
They had to
speak at least one common language. If they were dealing with Lucien, it might
be Romanian, which Felix didn’t know. He went with English. “Please. Relax. I’m
here on business. Lucien sent me to check the cargo. I’m his human proxy in case
you don’t deliver the goods to his specifications.”
The two men
looked at each other. The smaller one shrugged while the larger one frowned. At
least they seemed to understand him.
“He said
nothing about a proxy,” the larger one said, his English stunted but
understandable.
Felix
shrugged. “Why would he? Did you really think a man like Lucien would come to
meet you alone?”
“What the
hell do you think you’re doing?” Howard hissed in his ear.
Felix smiled,
careful not to show his fangs, and didn’t respond.
The men
whispered in their native tongue, and Felix acted bored although his heart
slammed in his chest. Not entirely out of fear. It was a rush to be back in the
game even if he didn’t play this side too often.
Finally,
they looked at him. “No weapons,” the big one said.
Felix held
out his arms, inviting a check. The smaller man performed it and found nothing.
They wouldn’t. It’s not like Howard let
Felix protect himself. Why would he want that?
If Felix
needed a weapon he’d grab a gun from one of these men. Or shift and use his
claws and teeth, if it came to that.
“Settled?
Good. The cargo, if you please,” Felix said and infused his voice with an air
of boredom that always went over well when conning someone. He might not be
able to grovel, but he could act like a stuck up asshole.
After
another short conversation, the smaller man turned and led Felix toward the lower
decks. The steps disappeared into the bowels of the ship, and the metal clanged
with each footfall. Felix kept his eyes and ears sharp, but he smelled no other
humans. Perhaps they went ashore and left these two alone to deal with Lucien.
Stupid didn’t
begin to cover it, but it was their hides and not his.
The man
shoved open the rust stained door at the bottom of the stairs and brought Felix
to the cargo hold. It was dark, and with a flick of a switch the man turned on
the sputtering fluorescent lights.
One crate
sat there. It was wooden with holes drilled into the sides. Silver chains
covered it, the pungent odor so strong Felix almost took a step back and
shielded his face from it. Dried bits of wolf’s bane were intertwined with the
silver, and the man gave him a toothy smile, obviously thrilled with the
ingenuity. Besides the reek of silver and wolf’s bane came the very distinct
scent of shifters, a variety too large to distinguish.
Bile rose in
Felix’s stomach. His skin felt like ice, and a cold sweat broke out on his
brow. He’d seen this before. Shifter pups rounded up to be sold as slaves for
humans. He swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut.
Lucien Mircea
was going to buy a crate of shifters? Who the fuck was this sick bastard? And
how the hell was a wolf worse than
humans. That didn’t seem possible.
“See?” the
man said and turned, like that was good enough.
Felix
grabbed the man’s forearm and squeezed. “I need to see what’s inside. All
you’ve shown me is a box with holes in it. I’m not impressed. My employer will
be even less impressed, and you don’t
want to know what happens to people who disappoint him.”
Without
someone else to consult the man made up his mind quickly. He rubbed a hand over
his nearly bald head and nodded. Then he yanked a key from a ring on the wall
and approached the crate.
Please. Whoever was inside, be alive, Felix silently begged.
He wasn’t in
the mood to see shifter pelts, not today, but he wouldn’t put it above humans
like this. Especially those willing to lock up shifters in a fucking crate.
Once
unlocked, the chains clattered to the floor and the man lifted the lid.
Felix
sidestepped the silver – no way in hell he wanted to touch the stuff – and
peeked inside.
His heart
thumped harder, and he took a breath.
Let it out.
They were all
pups, girls and boys, which a few adolescents tossed in for whatever reason. Alive.
Asleep. And being sold to a mad king.
No wonder
Interpol wanted to take Lucien down. And Felix never agreed with anything his captors wanted.
Ever.
“Well?
What’ve you got?” Howard asked.
Felix
gritted his teeth because it’s not like he could answer with a hunter standing
there. Also, he wasn’t sure if trading shifters was even a crime in human
territory. With how fucked up most humans were, he doubted it.
He glanced
around the room, but it was mostly empty but for the crate, some greasy tools
and a tranquilizer gun propped on the wall. That’s how they caught all the pups,
no doubt. It’s how hunters always
caught them.
“How much
tranquilizer did you give them? My boss doesn’t want anyone not waking up,”
Felix said.
The man
shrugged. “One shot each. They’ll all wake up eventually. You can use them for
whatever. They’re just animals.”
Felix squeezed
his hands into fists. Otherwise, he might squeeze that bastard’s fragile neck
until it collapsed. Of course this asshole would say that. Typical hunter. “If they don’t, Lucien will come looking for you.
Got it?”
Before the
man answered, a call came from above. The only word Felix caught was Lucien. On
board.
Shit!
The man shut
the crate, but he didn’t bother with the chains. Then he turned toward the
stairs. “You come to your boss?”
Felix almost
laughed. If he went up there now what would happen? He’d die eventually, but
what would Lucien do to him first? Felix didn’t want to find out. He was called
the Bloody King for a reason, and Felix heard stories of the things that alpha
did to his enemies. They included guts rolled on wagon axels and bodies impaled
on pikes and left to rot in the summer sun.
“I’ll be up
soon. I’ll lock this crate, just to be safe.”
The man
didn’t argue. He hung the keys up and left.
Felix waited
for the door to shut and the footsteps to fade before he took a breath and glanced
around the hold.
No windows. Fuck!
That meant he couldn’t slip out and take a late night swim in the
Mediterranean.
There was
one other door, which he assumed led to the upper deck. Even worse, he had to
leave these shifters here for Lucien and whatever that crazy alpha had in mind.
“He’s
onboard. We’re closing in,” Howard said.
“You don’t
even want to know what the merch is?” Felix growled as he checked the second
door. The stairs led up. Good sign. Hopefully they deposited him on the other
side of the ship.
“It’s not
important if we get that alpha dog,” Howard said.
It shouldn’t
have been important to Felix either. This should be about saving his own ass
and keeping his sister alive. But that didn’t make slipping out the door any
easier. Not when the idea of those pups weighed on his mind. They were probably
orphans with nowhere to go. No one who’d miss them. That thought was far too
familiar to be comfortable.
Voices rang
from the deck, and when Felix reached the top of the stairs, he listened.
“I was
informed I’d deal with Arno directly. Where is he?” A velvety voice slipped
over the air. That had to be Lucien.
The man spoke perfect English with just a touch of an accent that hardened the consonants
around the edges.
“He’s busy.
You can deal with us, yes? We know the deal and what the boss wants,” the
larger man said.
“No. That’s
not good enough for me,” Lucien growled. “I was promised a meeting with Arno.”
If the man
weren’t human and an idiot, Felix would’ve felt sorry for him. As it were, he
was more intent to get the hell out of there before backup arrived.
“I can’t
call Arno now. It’s too late. He’ll be angry if you wake him,” the hunter said
and laughed, as if that would make turning down Lucien better. “And he’s not
here. He’s probably far away.”
“I can
wait,” Lucien said. “Now, are you going to do as I ask or will I have to prove
my point?”
Felix fought
the urge to peek around the corner and see if he could catch a glimpse of the
alpha.
“I’ll call,
but I make no promises” the hunter said.
Felix pressed
into the side of the ship as if that would keep his scent from Lucien’s nose.
The hunter’s phone call to Arno (whoever the hell Arno was) took far too long.
“Arno is sorry
he’s not here to deal with you directly, but you can buy the merchandise or
not. Your choice,” the man finally said.
Lucien
sighed deeply. “Is there anyone else on the ship? More crew members?” he asked,
and Felix swore he heard a smile in the alpha’s voice. It felt like something
tugged him forward. Shoved his nose to the edge and forced him to look.
Why else
would he do it?
Felix was
the farthest thing from stupid.
Thankfully,
Lucien wasn’t facing him. He stood with the two hunters near the railing. His
body was turned to the side.
“Yes, a few
other men. Why?”
“Call them
out. I want to make sure no one is looking to kill me after I pay for my
goods,” Lucien said and held up a briefcase. Money for the crate, no doubt.
Felix
glowered. He was no saint. Violence was a way of life if a wolf wanted to
survive, and Felix was a master at surviving. But he’d never sell a fellow a
shifter. That was as bad a crime as the humans who hunted them.
The mist was
thin enough that Felix made out the paleness of Lucien’s silvery blond hair and
the tattoos that twisted up his pale neck, black and in an intricate design that
looked sinister. He was tall, like most alphas, though not a hulking monster. He
was well-built. Strong. That was evident even under his clothes and in his powerful
stance. Like Felix, he wore jeans and a black trench coat, though he had boots
instead of ridiculous trainers.
Felix bit
his lip.
Worse yet, no
one said Lucien was beautiful. That didn’t mesh well with the image Felix built
for the alpha in his mind. Or the fact that Lucien was a man, and Felix never
thought a man could be beautiful. But
those cheekbones didn’t lie. Neither did the cut of his jaw or the slope of his
nose. Or the way his pale hair fell over one side of his face like wisps of
silk.
Felix’s gut
lurched uncomfortably.
Lucien
wasn’t some raging beast, but this. . .this. . . wolf willing to buy a crate of
other shifters. Pups. Perhaps he didn’t look it, but he was a monster underneath.
Then footsteps
clanked across the deck as the rest of the crew emerged from their sleeping
quarters. A few of the other men were taller and wider than Lucien, and the
hunters grumbled at each other before they spoke to the alpha.
“Is this all
the men on board?” Lucien asked. He glanced up and down the deck, and Felix
ducked right before Lucien’s eyes swept past his hiding spot.
Red eyes.
A shifter
with red eyes.
He’d never
seen that before.
“All but
your man. He’s below with the crate. You want to get him?” the smaller hunter
asked.
Felix felt
his heart stop, and he squeezed his eyes shut, ready to move. To run. Perhaps
he’d shift first. That’d give him a better chance of survival considering he
was weaponless and surrounded by enemies.
He never got
the chance.
A series of gunshots
rang through the fog draped air.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Great.
Howard’s men attacked and that asshole didn’t even give the heads up!
At that
moment, Felix spotted several of the Interpol agents as they slunk over the
edge of the ship.
The hunters
shouted, and Lucien growled.
A moment
later, chaos erupted on deck.
During the
fight Felix intended to get away, but one of the hunters rounded the corner
just as he moved out of the stairwell.
The man
raised meaty fists, and Felix rolled his eyes. They made it far too easy
sometimes. Especially when the man had a knife shoved into his belt. It’s like
the damn hunter was asking for it.
Felix ducked
the first swing.
Grabbed the
knife.
It slid free
with startling ease.
Then Felix shoved
it to the hilt in the hunter’s gut and pulled hard enough to slice through the viscera
inside. He watched the man stumble backwards. The only thing that’d have made
it better is if his body fell over the edge of the ship. It didn’t, but Felix
wished it had.
Instead the
hunter slumped, bleeding and useless, against the railing. His hands groped at
his guts, but there was no way he’d put them back inside.
Felix
smiled. Despite everything else, at least he got to take down one of those sick
fucks.
Then, just
as he was ready to make his escape, a wolf howled.
Felix froze.
In the mist
and confusion, he counted at least ten Interpol agents closing in. Another shot
rang through the air, and the agent in Felix’s eye-line dropped to the deck.
Dead. The back half of his skull splattered the side of the ship.
What the
hell was going on?
“He’s taking
out our agents with a sniper!” Howard said.
Of course
Lucien came prepared with backup. It’s what Felix himself would’ve done, but it
put the omega right in the thick of it.
Fuck!
He turned and
scattered back down the stairs and into the cargo hold. Staying on deck would
get him killed. Fast.
“Stay on
him, Underwood, or I swear to God!” Howard snarled.
“How am I
supposed to do that?” Felix growled.
“I don’t
care, but you’re going to stay on him until we catch him. That’s an order.”
Felix
gritted his teeth. At a time like this, Howard still thought he could give
Felix orders. Well, he could, but that didn’t make it easier to swallow.
Footsteps
banged over his head, and Felix looked at the crate and realized what he had to
do. It’s the only way he’d be able to stay close to Lucien and keep Evelyn
safe.
But if he
was going to try this, he’d need to look the part.
Felix rubbed
some grease from the discarded tools on his face and through his hair. If they
found the mic and earpiece they’d probably kill him straight away, so he yanked
them out and smashed them to bits. However, it’d be a shame to lose the trench.
He kept it on. Finally, he grabbed a dart of tranquilizer from the gun on the
wall.
Climbed into
the crate.
Shut the
lid.
Squeezed his
eyes shut and begged the universe.
Let him live long enough to free his
sister and kill Howard.
That’s all he wanted.
Someone
trotted down the stairs toward the hold.
Felix took a
deep breath, buried himself between a lion cub and a fox, and pressed the dart
into his neck.
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