The Alpha's Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Author: Gale Stanley
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
BIN: 009067-02934
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, New Adult,
Single Parent/Pregnancy Romance, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Werewolves
Blurb:
Kya: I’m a
demiwolf -- half wolf, half human, and both species despise my weird mix of
genes. Despite the fact I strip for a living, I’ve hung on to my virginity for
twenty-two years. Until I got knocked up by a big, bad wolf. Now, I’m going to
bring another demiwolf into the world, but his father will never know.
Levi: I’m all
wolf, and Alpha of my pack, committed to keeping our bloodlines pure. Then on
the night of my bachelor party, I hooked up with a stripper. I just wanted to
teach the demiwolf a lesson, but the sex set me on fire. My wolf claimed her
and now I can’t get her out of my head. But what if she won’t accept me?
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The
Alpha's Demiwolf (Utopia 1)
Gale Stanley
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Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley
Gale Stanley
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2019 Gale Stanley
Kya
I cringed
when I saw the billboard proclaiming, Girls! Girls! Girls! It
was a tacky way to get attention, and I hated it. Averting my eyes, I turned
the corner, pulled into the lot, and parked my old pickup behind the club. It
was my first night at Show ’n Tails, and a definite step down from my old job,
but I’d been fired and needed a gig ASAP.
The incident
wasn’t my fault. There were two of us on the stage and Brandi was so sloshed
she invaded my space and fell on her ass. As if that wasn’t enough, she accused
me of tripping her. Well, one thing led to another and we both got canned.
Another girl told me that Show ’n Tails was hiring and I went for an audition.
The manager was an asshat, but he doesn’t ask too many questions. I like to
keep a low profile.
This isn’t
the life I wanted, but taking off my clothes pays the bills, and I won’t
apologize for trying to earn a living. At least I’m not selling my body, just
the illusion of sex. A lot of girls up their game, but not me. My virginity is
the last piece of self-respect I own and I won’t give it up to some creep for
any amount of money.
The heavy
backdoor slammed shut and locked behind me and the manager shot me a dirty
look. “Hey, Kya. You’re late.”
“Sorry, it
won’t happen again. And my name is Raven when I’m working.”
Marty’s lip
curled in a sneer. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. You better get dressed. I mean
undressed.” He snickered.
I ignored his
disrespectful ass, and walked over to the dressing room. A row of dented
lockers lined one wall. A wide counter with a lighted mirror behind it ran the
length of the opposite wall. Everything stunk from sweat and cheap perfume. The
long vanity was cluttered with makeup and no one made room for the new girl, so
I started changing next to my locker. When a spot at the mirror opened up, I
grabbed it and started working on my wild black curls.
Marty stuck
his head in the door. “Hey, fresh meat, you’re on next.”
I knew he
meant me. I was the newest girl there. Half of me cringed, the half that’s
wolf. The half I keep hidden. Or is it a quarter of me I keep hidden? I guess
it depends on how you look at it. A full-blooded wolf-shifter is already half
human, although they’ll never admit to it. My father was a wolf, but my mother
was human.
Does that
mean I’m… Oh,
fuck the fractions. No matter how you look at it, I’m a demiwolf.
But I look
human. I checked my body in the mirror. Yep, a hot as hell human female stared
back at me. Tacky, but sexy. Nothing says stripper like stiletto platform heels
and a thong that shows off a girl’s booty. I slipped on a white, halter
mini-dress with a drape-neck, an open back, and a side slit. Then I ran my
hands through my curls and gave my lips one last swipe of purple-plum gloss.
It’s so much
easier to call myself human and blend in with the majority. The humans are
clueless. They know we exist, but they believe we keep to our own side of the
tracks. The wolves are a different story. They can smell my lupine pheromones,
but they don’t want me. I’m not pure. Fuck ‘em. At least I can make a living
among the humans. Stripping might be a trashy job, but it pays for the life I’m
trying to live. It’s not the life I want, but it’s all I’ve got. I used to
dream about being accepted by my father’s people. Fat chance. They wouldn’t
even accept him because he had a human lover and a half-breed kid.
My parents
never married, but they lived together -- sometimes. When my father was around,
I was daddy’s girl. But all too often, he would disappear as if he had no
family. My mother would drink and tell me that he liked to hang out with his
own kind in places where we weren’t accepted. When he came back from his trips,
he’d act cold and resentful, but it wouldn’t last long. Eventually, he’d tell
me he loved me and everything would be okay again. I thought nothing would keep
us apart for good. I was wrong.
One day he
didn’t come back. We found out he was killed in a bar fight. One of his
so-called friends called me a mongrel and Dad died defending me. My mother
cried and cried. She said this was why they never wanted kids. So I was what…
an accident?
I couldn’t
blame them. Not really. Life was hard enough without being born with this weird
mix of genes. I hated myself, too. I wished I’d never been born. At least I
could make things easier for my mother. As soon as I finished school, I left
home and never looked back.
While waiting
to go on, I thought about my routine -- floor work, then pole dancing, then
back on the floor. I’m not nervous anymore about being naked in front of a
roomful of men. I was at first, but now I focus on my moves. I’ve been scorned
and dehumanized all my life, so I like to emphasize something I can do well --
dance.
I peeked
through the curtain and watched Candy finish her routine. There’s a mirror
behind the stage and a pole in the center. Chairs surrounded the stage for
customers who wanted direct contact with the dancers. I watched one of the men
put a bill in his mouth. Candy shoved her breasts in his face and used them to
grab the money. There were hoots and hollers and more men waved bills at her.
She collected all of her tips, then picked up her clothes, and ran off the
stage.
The DJ,
sitting in an alcove nearby, introduced me. “Next up is a beautiful lady who’s
new here. You’re gonna see her naked for the first time tonight.”
Well, it’s
not a complete lie. It’s my first time naked on this stage.
“Give Raven a
nice warm welcome.”
My heartbeat
skyrocketed as I stepped through the curtains and climbed the three steps to
the stage. The opening bars of my music started up and I began to move.
* * *
Levi
My
anticipation ran high. I’m always excited to see new talent. Samson made a joke
about the taste of fresh meat and we all laughed, then I looked up at the stage
and my eyes practically popped out of my head, like in one of those old
cartoons. The new girl… what’s her name? Raven. She took my breath away. Her
curvy shape and that thick black mane had me salivating. From what I could see,
everything looked natural, and she had the best set of legs in the club.
“That is one
hot piece of ass.” Samson stood up. “I need a closer look.”
Samson walked
over to the stage and we all followed. Raven smiled in our direction and my
heart took a leap. Her white mini dress emphasized all that golden skin, but it
was her eyes that really stood out. Almond in shape and color, they seemed to
be staring directly at me.
Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had
her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
Short. Erotic. Sweet. Harley's other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can't deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you've come to the right place.
