Alpha Pack 02 - Savage Awakening
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Authors: J.D. Tyler
Tags: #Romance, #Fiction, #Paranormal
Praise for the
Alpha Pack Series
“With
Primal Law
, J. D. Tyler has created a whole squad of yummy shifter heroes, who readers will fall head over heels for. Heroine Kira Locke is courageous and intelligent, with her own intriguing paranormal talents, while Jax Law is a sexy alpha-male werewolf who is both heroic and just dominant enough to give a girl wicked ideas. I can’t wait for Tyler’s next Alpha Pack adventure!”
—
New York Times
bestselling author Angela Knight
“What do you get when you combine top secret military teams and werewolves? Try Tyler’s sizzling new supernatural series featuring the Alpha Pack—a specialized team of wolf shifters with Psy powers. In this launch book, readers are introduced to the various team members, with the primary focus on Jaxon Law. Tyler has set up an intriguing premise for her series, which promises plenty of action, treachery, and scorchingly hot sex.”
—
Romantic Times
“Sizzling and interesting,
Primal Law
pays homage to Lora Leigh’s Breed series while forging its own paths. The characters are likable, and the work speeds along.”
—Fresh Fiction
“
Primal Law
is riveting and carnal… full of testosterone-laden men, hot action, and unforgettable passion! In other words, a truly addicting series!”
—Reader to Reader Reviews
“In a genre where the paranormal is intense, J. D. Tyler may just be a force to be reckoned with. The book kept me riveted from start to finish.”
—Night Owl Reviews
The Alpha Pack Novels
Primal Law
Savage Awakening
AN ALPHA PACK NOVEL
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To my dad, Bryan Davis. My steady rock when times are
tough, my wise counselor, my hero. When I needed
a wonderful father, God knew exactly the right man to bless
me with. I love you so very much.
A special thank-you to all of my family, friends, and my two awesome teenagers, who have stood by my side this past year. I couldn’t have made it without you, and I love you all.
One
A
ric Savage gripped the chains as the silver-barbed lash tore into his back with unmerciful precision. Fire licked over the flayed skin, soaked deep to burn his guts, steal his breath.
Still, he found the strength to snarl his rage between strokes, his wolf clawing desperately to be free. To rip Orson Chappell’s minions to shreds, starting with the bastard currently wielding the whip and then moving on to Beryl, his malicious bitch of a stepsister. The pair of them were an open sore on the world’s ass. He’d take great pleasure in tearing out their throats, but not before making them scream as they’d done to him. And then he’d track down the big boss himself. Drag him from under the rock where he was hiding and butcher him, too.
Slowly. Painfully, so that the fucker squealed like a piglet as Aric’s wolf devoured him alive.
Here, Piggy, Piggy, let me in!
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!
No problem, asshole. I’ll just incinerate your door, come right in, and watch you piss your pants as I unleash my beast—
Another blow fell, shattering the inner dialogue as liquid agony scored him from shoulder to hip.
“Ahhh! Fuck… fuck this… b-bastards…”
With every stroke, it became harder to retain his hold on sanity. Beryl’s efforts were beginning to pay off. After weeks of this hellish trip into Psycholand, the unbelievable pain, he was close to the breaking point.
He’d never dreamed there were so many methods of brutal torture. Or that he’d be forced to sample every fuckin’ one of them.
He wasn’t aware the whipping had stopped until a hand cupped his chin and thrust his head up. Beryl’s flat, soulless eyes bored into his, searching for weakness, for the knowledge that stepbrother dearest was finally a broken husk. A gibbering pile of shit.
“Sorry to disappoint, bitch,” he whispered, his throat raw and aching. “I’m still in here.” His mind might not be gone just yet, but screaming had stripped his voice during a session with Beryl’s handy silver knife. If he should get out of here, he might never recover, in more ways than one.
“Good. I’d be terribly put out if you gave up too quickly.” One corner of her mouth curved up. “As it is, you amuse me. So tenacious, my fierce brother.”
Her touch made his skin crawl, but he didn’t have the strength to jerk his chin out of her grasp. Even if she did set him free, he had nothing left. Despite his longing for vengeance, he didn’t have the strength to let loose his raging wolf, let alone summon his gifts of fire or telekinesis. Pathetic.
“I’m surprised Chappell lets you play with his test subjects,” he taunted.
A flash of something that might’ve been unease interrupted the deadness in her eyes, then was gone. “That isn’t your concern.”
