Anya Breton - Alpha Exposed

Alpha Exposed

Anya Breton

When Samanthas sister goes missing, all signs point to supernatural foul play. Her fellow Air witches wont help, leaving her with one miserable choiceto beg for assistance from Dion Hebert, the odious weretiger Alpha she shot down months ago. In front of his pack. Whats a witch to do?

Dion cant believe Samantha has the nerve to come begging after she humiliated him in front of half the supernatural Underground. He agrees to help in exchange for the one thing hes always wantedSamantha Avira. Naked. Wrapped around him in every delectable position he can imagine. But since the witch humiliated him publicly, Dion wants the sex to be public too.

The thought of getting naked with Dion turns Samantha on, as much as she tries to deny it. The thought of getting naked with him in front of everyone leaves her part aroused and part horrified. When Dion makes good on his end of the bargain, Samanthas deepest, darkest desires are unleashed. And the result is pure, sexy magic that cant be tamed.

Alpha Exposed

Anya Breton

Chapter One

In any other house the phrase the living room looks like it was hit by a tornado would be a playful metaphor. For Samantha Aviras house, it was a reality. Cautiously, she picked her way through the wreckage of what had once been her walnut coffee table and beige chenille sofa, hoping against all odds the destruction of the furniture had been one of her sisters tantrums.

Kari, she called across the once tastefully appointed space. What the hell happened?

She had a pretty good idea of the what, but not the why. As Air witches, both Avira sisters could harness the power of wind. Kari could have started a dust devil indoors during one of her tantrums. The unnatural occurrence might have been small enough to cause the damage to the furniture without stressing the houses structural integrity. Either way, Sam was going to have her head.

Kari!

A bit of wood debris from the coffee table caught her leg, snagging on her nude nylons. Now she had to add one perfectly good pair of hose to the list of casualties her sisters volatile moods cost. Sam grumbled under her breath as she tapped into the aetherthe swirling mass of magic hidden around everything. A pocket of Air magic formed beneath Sam like a soft pillow and carried her above the obstacles.

Kari, she called again as she traversed the clear corridor to her sisters bedroom. I hope you got a raise, because you have an entire living room to refurnish.

But there was no Kari in the pink-and-black-painted bedroom at the end of the hall. Her younger sisters space looked exactly as it had the last time Sam poked her head in. The delicate twin bed done up in hot pink and black could barely be seen beneath the mound of dirty laundry. A basket of clean, unfolded clothes sat beneath posters of the Harry Potter guys, beside a heap of discarded shoes. Though Kari was now eighteen, she didnt have the heart to pull down those childish images.

Samantha tugged her phone out of the front pocket on her purse. Wherever Kari was, her phone would be with her. Kari lived and breathed text messages. And she was about to get an eyeful of complaints from Sam.

What the hell happened? Sam tapped into her phone and then pressed send.

She waited for the chirp that signified Kari had received the message and responded. It never came. What did come was far more worrisome.

The quiet blip in the distance didnt bode well. Was her sisters phone here ?

Where are you? Sam typed as she started toward the sound.

A second chirp echoed nearby, louder nowcoming from within the house, like in a B-horror movie.

Kari , Sam typed.

Her sisters phone trilled from beneath rubble that had been the beloved sofa. Samantha crouched to get a look under the heavy item of furniture. The pounding of her heart drowned out all other noise. To her relief and simultaneous dismay, she found the phone but no sister.

It would have killed her to find Karis body. But the lack of a body seemed nearly as bad. Especially since Kari would never voluntarily leave without her phone.

This destruction hadnt been a tantrum. Kari had fought someone.

She scanned the space, looking for details shed passed over before. A shadow on the eastern wall caught her eye. Sam squinted for more detail. The impression of a body in the drywall soon became clear. A tall, broad body.

Could it be the guy her sister had met on Witchbook? Samantha didnt trust the website for witches modeled after the vanilla humans Facebook site. But Kari insisted it was all the rage in the Underground. Sam bet Kari had a different take on it now.

With her sisters phone in hand, Sam carefully maneuvered through the ruin of the living room with a little burst of Air to help her along. Soon she stood in front of the man-sized dent. Sam scrutinized the shadowed mark to gauge the mans actual size.

Would he be larger or smaller than the dent? She tried to remember what she knew of physics. Perhaps physics wasnt even the correct science to call on. Sam inhaled a frustrated breath and then set about looking for other clues.

Pay dirt. A thick golden ring nestled near the baseboard. No female would have a finger that large. Shed found another clue.

The flat, smooth surface of the jewelry held a sapphire in the center that glimmered beneath the overhead lightan overhead light that had survived the fight. She turned the jewel over in her hand, looking for initials or markings to lead her back to the owner. Unfortunately the gold was worn with age. If thered been any initials, they were long gone.

Setting the ring aside, Sam loaded her sisters phone to the messaging program. A draft attached to Sams number appeared rather than the message history shed hoped to find. The short note struck cold fear through her heart.

It read, Spellweaver in the city .

* * * * *

Has it been twenty-four hours yet? Alice Etesians typically shrill voice asked over the phone two hours later.

Sam had called each of Karis friends. Shed driven to every place she could think of to check for her sister. And shed even roused the girls boss to verify her sister went to work today. But no one had the first clue where Kari was now.

Samantha clenched her teeth in anger at Alices question. Shed feared her priestess would treat the situation with her usual indifference. Alice, like most of the coven, thought the Avira sisters were second-class citizens because they were only half witch.

Shes at that age where disappearing for a day is common, Alice continued. Shell probably turn up tomorrow morning with a good excuse.

I wouldnt be worried if I hadnt come home to a wrecked living room, the imprint of a man on the wall, a mans ring on the floor and Karis prized possession left behindher phone. What eighteen-year-old leaves the house without her phone?

My eighteen-year-old uses her tablet more than her phone, was Alices retort.

Samantha tried to hold in her growl. Her laptop is here.

Maybe the young man she escaped with had a phone.

The accusatory emphasis her priestess placed on the word was obvious. Karis yearning for greener pastures was well-known among the coven. The younger woman told everyone who would listen her dream of becoming a model in New York City.

Could Kari have escaped like they thought?

No. She would have told Sam before she left. Even if it meant they got into a huge fight that would make the wreckage in the living room look like a soft summer breeze, Kari would have had the decency to warn her big sister before disappearing. Sam was owed that much for struggling to raise Kari over the past eight years.

There was one other thing Alice hadnt commented on. How do you explain the text message about a spellweaver in the city?

Some witches do desperate things for money.