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    Wounded Alpha
    Wounded Alpha
    Wounded Alpha
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    Wounded Alpha

    By Mell Eight

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    While Ryker's body came back from Afghanistan just fine, his mind didn't, and his thoughts wander back there in painful flashbacks that have present-time consequences. In order to avoid hurting anyone, Ryker secludes himself in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Then Officer Chess Medcull shows up with a case of were-animals being tortured and killed in a way similar to how Ryker almost died in the war. In order to stop the murders, Ryker must face the demons in his head, and maybe, just maybe, allow Chess to help. That is, as long as neither is the next victim.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNineStar Press, LLC
    Release dateApr 12, 2021
    ISBN9781648902550
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      Wounded Alpha - Mell Eight

      A NineStar Press Publication

      www.ninestarpress.com

      Wounded Alpha

      ISBN: 978-1-64890-255-0

      © 2021 Mell Eight

      Cover Art © 2021 Natasha Snow

      Published in April, 2021 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact NineStar Press at Contact@ninestarpress.com.

      WARNING:

      This book contains depictions of kidnapping, past trauma, and torture.

      Wounded Alpha

      Mell Eight

      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Epilogue

      About the Author

      Prologue

      Ryker’s back wasn’t burning any longer, which brought both relief and terror. He healed quickly, even for a werewolf, and the stinging, sharp pain of the blood and bruising of the whip were definitely something he wanted to end as fast as possible. Except, his captors had some sort of sixth sense for when he had healed enough for the pain to fade, and that was when they returned.

      He wasn’t healing as quickly now as in those first few days. His body was emaciated from what must have been a month or two of very little food and almost constant abuse. Ryker’s clothing was completely shredded, the desert camo print more rags than anything resembling his Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform. The jacket had been taken on day one by his captors, and his white undershirt hadn’t survived the first whipping. The pants had gotten bloodstained immediately, but the shredding hadn’t started until they decided to find out what happened to his healing ability if they stabbed him a couple of times. Those initial rips had spread until only the barest strips of fabric covered his long legs.

      And then there was his right wrist. The inch-thick silver band was tight around his wrist and held in place by a heavy padlock that none of his attempts had broken. Werewolf strength would have broken an ordinary lock, but this massive one combined with the immediate effects of silver poisoning kept him trapped. The skin around Ryker’s wrist had bubbled and blistered underneath the touch of silver. His head ached constantly as the silver slowly poisoned his blood, and every time he bled a little more under the hands of his captors, the silver’s fangs dug a little deeper.

      A rasping sound came from outside the narrow door that was the only way to get in and out of the small, dirty room. Ryker managed to suppress a whimper of fear, certain that any moment the lock would scrape and his grinning captors would stalk in with some new torture planned.

      Except, he suddenly heard yelling, and that was definitely the booming pop of gunfire. He didn’t dare get up to see; this could easily be some new form of torture they had thought up to torment him. The dragging scrape of the lock sounded a moment later, and Ryker was glad he had remained huddled in his corner where they would have to drag him out into the open to get a good chance at him. But it wasn’t one of his captors.

      The clean-shaven face and bright eyes were foreign to Afghanistan, and the white smile spoke of access to decent healthcare. That, plus the uniform, told Ryker he was saved.

      Hey, the soldier said cheerily.

      "Hey!"

      Ryker blinked, and suddenly he was standing in bright afternoon sunlight, a man wearing a business suit running toward him. The musty, sewage smell of his dark cell faded, replaced with car exhaust and a floral-scented summer breeze.

      Let him go, man! said the suited man.

      Ryker blinked again, and his eyes followed the length of his left arm, down to the wrist and the fingers he had clamped around the throat of a stranger.

      The stranger was choking and spluttering, his fingers scrabbling at Ryker’s sleeve and his dark-brown eyes bugging out as his face turned purple. Ryker immediately let go, stepping back from the stranger. This time he knew what had set him off. The stranger had been walking behind him, and his shoe had scraped on the concrete. A sound so similar to that damned cell lock opening and suddenly Ryker was gone.

      He couldn’t keep doing this. Ryker looked at the man crumpled on the ground, gasping for air, and knew he had to find another answer. Any time he went out into a crowd, even one as small as the sidewalk in front of the grocery store, was one too many for him.

      The stranger wasn’t injured, just scared, so Ryker bent to pick up the plastic bag of groceries he had dropped.

      Sorry, he said softly before hurrying off. If he made it back to his apartment without having another episode, he would reevaluate his circumstances. He needed to find somewhere he wouldn’t be a threat to anyone else around him, and that meant leaving the city.

      Ryker didn’t have a choice.

      Chapter One

      Ryker’s hands froze over the green pepper he was washing in the sink when the doorbell rang. In the five years he had been living alone in his ranch-style cabin in the middle of nowhere, the bell had only rung twice. Once was a temp mailman who hadn’t bothered to read the instructions Ryker had left online for package deliveries. The other had been a young and apparently adventurous political worker looking for signatures for his chosen candidate. How the kid had found Ryker all the way up the unmarked dirt and gravel road that was his driveway, Ryker had no idea.

      Neither of which explained why someone was ringing it again now.

      Ryker shut off the water and gently set the pepper on his drying rack before grabbing the towel hanging from his oven handle to dry his hands. He took a slow, deep breath as he rehung the towel and then went to answer the door.

      He knew the young man standing on the front stoop. The blond hair used to be long and flop in his eyes but was now cut short and tight to his head in a way that emphasized his cheekbones. His skin was dark, especially against the lightness of his hair and his very green eyes. He was also a werewolf. Chess was the epitome of the American melting pot with parents of

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