He’s an elite vampire from a distant planet…an Alpha of the Blood.
But he’s no match for one spunky and opinionated Earth woman!
The Alphas of the Blood are an elite, alien race of vampires. They escaped a devastated planet that was overrun with plague-infected beasts and came to Earth for a chance at a new life…a new beginning. The change is bitter-sweet for Zeenon Akba, who lost much of his family in the plague wars and fears his only brother might have carried the infection to Earth with him. But when Zee stumbles upon a pretty human female being stalked by an infected, he’s determined to help her, even if it means killing his own brother. Aware of their many differences and the necessity of finding a blood slave to be his mate, Zee doesn’t intend to lose his heart to pretty and spunky Brooke Carlin. So why can’t he get her out of his mind?
Brooke Carlin hurried down the darkened street toward her car. The tiny MG shone in the light of a street lamp, the silver glaze of a persistent rain making it look gray instead of white.
Water splashed over her ankle high boots and she swore, cursing the third straight day of rain that had turned the streets into little more than shallow rivers and transformed the sidewalks to creek beds.
Shifting her umbrella to the other hand, Brooke dug in her purse for her keys, fumbling and cursing anew at their elusiveness. Her fingers finally touched jagged metal and she closed them over a key.
Thunder growled overhead and lightning flashed.
Brooke dragged the keys through a wad of tissues, loose change and sundry beauty products until, finally, they came clear.
A tissue clung to the end of one key. She plucked at it but the rain quickly turned the soft tissue to paper glue and it came off in tiny pieces. “Dammit!” Brooke stomped one foot and immediately regretted the tantrum as water splashed the thighs of her capri leggings.
She closed her eyes and took several breaths, reaching for calm.
The street lamp flickered and a deep, guttural growl had Brooke’s eyes snapping open. That didn’t sound like thunder.
She looked around and saw nothing but dark cars and rain-filled streets. Water ran in a constant stream along the gutters, gathering into swirling eddies above the grates. The sewers were full and rumbling, the sound a continuous drone beneath the constant roar of the rain.
She shook her head, feeling foolish. She was letting her imagination run wild.
Brooke scraped the rest of the tissue from the end of the key and pushed it toward the lock.
The night flashed above her head and something landed with a thud on the top of her little car, crushing the soft top like paper.
Brooke jumped back with a shriek and the umbrella slipped from her fingers, landing over her head.
Another low growl had her shrieking again, but it came from behind her. Brooke grabbed for the handle of the umbrella and it slipped from her fingers again, the spokes catching in her hair. Her car creaked on its axels and a horrible scratching sound made her heart pound against her ribs.
A feral scream had Brooke jerking sideways in fear. She swiped at the slippery canopy hanging from her hair and took off running, the umbrella hanging down her back. She barely noticed the pain of her hair being ripped out as the soggy parasol flew away from her head.
Something chased her as she ran. Rancid breath touched her calves and a chuffing sound marked their pursuit. Quick pain sliced her calf. With a shriek of fear and pain, Brooke kicked out, digging in her heels to run harder, faster.
Despite the roaring downpour, she could hear them thundering along behind her, the sound of something that sounded like claws scraping along the asphalt.
Brooke’s heart pounded hard in her chest. Her lungs screamed and her calves cramped. She wasn’t used to running, especially in heels, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go on. But the constant growling rumble of the things loping along behind her, almost as if they were communicating, made stopping to rest an impossible dream.
Brooke screeched to a halt as one of the things flew over her head and landed in front of her, its huge maw opening in a spit-filled snarl.
She got a good look at them for the first time and the visual was even more terrifying than the audio had been. The things looked like dogs but they stood chest high at the shoulders and their heads were massive. Through what had to be some trick of the light, their eyes glowed eerily red, making her shudder with panic.
With one of the creatures in front of her and one behind, the only thing she could do was turn. Brooke didn’t hesitate. She ran into the alley on her right and realized, almost immediately the mistake she’d made. The alley ended in a tall, wrought-iron fence that was chained and padlocked.
Brooke hit the fence and started trying to scrabble up, her fingers and shoes slipping off the wet metal before she managed to get a firm hold and climb a bit higher.
But even as she climbed she knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
The things that had been following her paced, growling and chuffing behind her, as if they knew they could bide their time.
Brooke got halfway up the ten-foot-high gate and her foot slipped. She fell, her nails ripping as she fought to hold on. She landed hard on the wet ground, pain jolting from her tailbone all the way up her neck.
Standing a mere eight feet away, the creatures stared at her with their oddly glowing red gazes, immense paws scraping the ground.
She whimpered as they stepped nearer and cringed under their rancid, biting stench.
Brooke suddenly wished she’d kept the umbrella. At least she could have fought back as they killed her. But even as she had the thought she knew it would only delay the inevitable.
She blinked and the creatures were suddenly inches away from her, the silvery spittle trailing from their open mouths sliding along her thigh.
The two dog-like creatures opened their mouths in a dual roar, showing massive yellow teeth. Brooke cried out, covering her face with a hand, and prayed it would be quick.
Something warm, wet and scratchy slipped along her exposed calf. She cringed back, peeking out from behind her hand.
The smaller one was licking her.
She kicked out, nailing it on the snout and it yelped before snarling. “Go on, just get it over with, ass-wipes!” Though her voice cracked on the last word, Brooke was proud of herself for not sniveling. But as twin, massive shoulders bunched for the attack, Brooke was pretty sure she was going to pee herself.
Lightning flashed nearby and struck the ground, sending a trash can spinning into the air. The can crashed down between the two massive creatures and they jumped away, flipping around to face the end of the alley as if they thought the lightning had come from there.
It would have been funny if Brooke wasn’t pretty sure she was going to be eaten any second.
The lightning came again, searing into the pebbled dirt floor of the alley. It sent rocks and dirt up in a spray that had Brooke covering her head with her arms.
Amazingly, the two huge wolves or whatever they were, screamed one last time and then ran away, disappearing into the thundering rain.
Brooke allowed herself two seconds of boneless relief before she shoved to her feet. She pushed soggy hair out of her eyes with a shaky hand and took a step.
Slamming to a halt, she shrieked.
The man standing in front of her was extremely tall, probably close to six feet seven inches and had long, wavy hair that framed a nicely put together face with strong features and narrow, bright green eyes. The rain had darkened his hair to the point where it looked coal black but it couldn’t pull the soft waves from the heavy strands or rob the thick mass of blue highlights.
When she continued to scream, the square jaw flexed. He tilted his head and stared at her with obvious consternation.
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