Betrayed: Werewolf MC, #3

By Allison Teller

Liam's job is not going well, and when he meets a woman with piercing eyes and an attitude to rival his own, it only gets worse. 

Shifter Liam McKinnon has been stuck at the facility for months. It was supposed to be an easy job, but he's stuck, he can't shift, and can't call his pack. And then he is moved to a new room in preparation for breeding. That's when he meets Alyssa Grey, a feisty human who is being subjected to her own kind of hell. With her piercing blue eyes and a mouth to rival Liam's, he finds it hard to keep his 'no human' rule intact.

Lyss will get out of this place if it kills her. Not even the gorgeous Liam can keep from escaping. 

Of course, she feels something for him; they spent weeks together, locked in a room, bonding over their desire to kill their nurse. But when they do break free, she can't explain her attraction to him. Her plans of running to Europe are slowly being overshadowed by her desire to be with the beast of a man who, despite his vulgar language and sour mood, has found a way under her sarcastic armor and into her heart.

 

*This steamy book contains adult content and is not intended for anyone under 18 years old*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allison Teller
• Release date: Oct 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386067542

Book preview

1

Liam McKinnon stood on the corner of the street shivering. Snow fell in thick blankets, hiding the street and throwing shadows into the streetlight. He huddled deeper into the heavy coat his aunt Siobhan had given him before he left. It still smelled like home, like the Den.

Not a single car had driven by in hours. The sun had set, the stars blinked here and there through the clouds in the night sky. And the snow fell heavier, the air getting colder.

Fuck this job, Liam thought. It hadn’t even begun, and he was already done with it. He was hoping for a quick job. Get in, get intel, get out, and take them down with his pack. Not that there was anything pressing to get home to, especially now that his oldest brother was MIA and his other brother was busy taking care of his newly turned lover, but he would rather be miserable there, than miserable here.

He stamped his sneakers on the snow-packed ground, urging the blood in his legs to move.

Okay, he thought, if no one came in the next hour he was leaving. His uncles would understand. No one could expect him to stand out in the snow for days.

He hoped.

It was another half hour of feet stamping, shivering, and blowing into his bare hands before he saw the headlights. His heart leapt, stomach turning. Quickly, and secretly, he checked that he had everything he needed; a toy car that hid a tracker in his pocket, another tracker set into the sole of his sneaker, and a small pocketknife in his jeans.

As the van pulled alongside him, he made his face as woebegone and dejected as he could, and stared up at the passenger window.

The window squeaked as it was rolled down. Very old school. A face appeared. Dark eyes, no hair, the collar of an expensive jacket.

The man looked Liam over, and then he leaned into the car, speaking to the driver. Looks like the runaway shifter.

A voice came from inside where Liam couldn’t see. Should we check? Make sure he ain’t some runaway kid?

The passenger shrugged, returning his attention to Liam. Doesn’t matter. We’ll use him anyway. The glint in the man’s eye put a bad taste in Liam’s mouth. The man, his eyes on Liam, spoke over his shoulder. Grab him.

In a matter of seconds that would have been too fast for a human, but was rather easy for Liam to take in, the van door slid open, two men jumped out, and grabbed him. If Liam had been his normal self, he could have easily taken the assholes down, but he was on a job, and if he fought too hard, he would blow his cover.

So, when they each grabbed an arm, Liam kicked and screamed, threw his head back, and did all he could to escape as if he were no more than eight-years-old.

They threw him into the back of the van, slammed the door, and then the van was off, flying over the snow-slick roads.

There were no seats in the back of the van, just a wire dog cage, a duffel bag, and a bench set against the side opposite the door. The men who grabbed him sat on the bench; one went digging through the bag while the other fiddled with a dark, ominous rod.

In the front passenger seat the bald man sent a text, his thumbs moving fast over the screen. Liam couldn’t see what he wrote, but then the man said, Facility’s been compromised. Head north. We’ll use the old building.

Shit. It’s okay, Liam told himself. His pack had only gotten a phone number anyway. The phony call about a runaway shifter was planted to get Liam picked up. He still had his trackers. His pack would find him.

Baldy turned his dark eyes on Liam. The smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth was evil, pure and simple.

Strip him and shift him, he said.

Liam didn’t have a second to react before the men roughly pulled his coat and clothes off. They didn’t stop until he was stark naked and shivering. Liam had agreed to the job; well no, he had been told he was going to do this job and hadn’t argued. But, agreed or not, there was no way Liam McKinnon was going to let these sickos touch him.

But the look they gave him wasn’t one of desire for a little boy, it was indifference to something less than human. Without hesitation, the man with the rod jabbed it at Liam’s chest.

Liam braced for a beating, thinking that’s what the rod was for, but when the cold metal touched his bare skin he felt jolts of white-hot electricity course through him. He stiffened and it took all his willpower to shift into a pup and not a full-grown wolf, or else blow his cover and probably end up dead.

He managed it, changing into a pup and lying in a heap on the van floor, panting. He would be fine, but he had to play his part.

The man with the duffel bag grabbed Liam by the scruff and strapped a collar around his neck. Liam felt little tendrils of electric current seeping into his fur. He knew from his brother’s research of this place’s tactics that he wouldn’t be able to shift until they removed the collar.

With no care that this was a little boy, the man shoved Liam into the dog crate, locked it, and sat back.

Baldy spoke again. He had turned in his seat once Liam was secure. Toss his things.

Rod-man gathered all of Liam’s clothes, opened the back door, and threw them onto the snowy highway. Liam watched, with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, as his trackers scattered and disappeared into the darkness.

Fuck, he thought. He was alone now.

2

T his would go so much more smoothly if you would just sit still. The red-faced nurse glared at Alyssa Grey where she lay strapped to a table in only thin, white shorts and a white band over her breasts. Her hands and feet were bound, her waist tied down, and her head secured, but as was typical, Lyss gave them as hard a time as she could.

She smiled at the woman who bore angry red scratches along her arms and cheek, her blue eyes flaming. They used to use male nurses thinking that Lyss would be afraid of them, but she had seduced too many and broken one’s jaw before they finally started sending in big, beefy women. It wasn’t that she enjoyed seducing them, fuck that. They were pigs who saw her as nothing more than tits and a vagina. And she proved it time and again. Men were scumbags, and these were the worst.

She had never actually fucked any of them. All she had to do was stick her tits out, pout her lips, and open her legs. They came at her, panting and drooling like dogs in heat. And then she did her best to try and kill them.

Still, Lyss had been able to seduce two of the women and break the nose of another. Nurse Greta was the latest attempt at subduing Lyss for her monthly injection.

What they were learning was that these injections, though not giving them the results they were after, were changing Lyss. She was stronger, faster, her senses were better. She was like a damned superhuman, but it didn’t matter. No matter how hard she fought, or how strong she thought she was, she couldn’t get away.

Two years she had been stuck here. Two miserable, painful, awful years.

You calm now? Greta asked. The long, thick