Taming the Alpha

By Amara Lebel

Welcome to Balls & Chains, a BDSM Club for gay men. Cross the threshold and see the worlds of humans and shifters collide as these alphas dominate, and betas submit.

Past sins have forced Cadeon Rosseau into isolation, his pack turning against him and casting him out. Self-hatred and mutilation made him the male he is today. An alpha in his own right, he prowls the rooms at Balls & Chains in search of the one who will either save him from himself or break him completely. Jaded and alone, he finds it difficult to pull away from the self-made hell which has become his life, until a new submissive garners his attention...

Curiosity and a need for adventure lured Blake Copeland to the doors of the famous gay BDSM club. He craved distraction from his monotonous life and had been assured that he would find it there. Little did he know exactly how true that statement would be. Not only did Blake find what he was looking for, but he also left with a slightly unhinged mate in tow...

Will these two lone wolves find the strength to battle the obstacles in their path and build a future?

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/M Paranormal BDSM Romance, 53,300 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luminosity Publishing LLP
• Release date: Dec 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370362462

Amara Lebel

I am an Erotic Romance and ManLove author. A huge fan of all things male; I watch, read and drool over everything to do with them. Yes, I am a little perverted, yet in a good way. I have a vast Yaoi collection, and spend my time fantasising about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much more.With a little encouragement, I eventually put pen to paper and wrote my first ever MM romance which was published in Sept 2014. Now I take great pride in sharing my erotic stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with all of you, my fellow depraved sensualists.A true Irish lass born and raised, I come from a small town in Northern Ireland, where I now live with my handsome, French hubby and gorgeous family. I’m a full-time mum of three and believe me when I say they keep me busy. I spend my days chasing after my lil’ darlings, my nights lost in Yaoi, and thanks to my amazing husband I spend my weekends writing up a storm.

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TAMING THE ALPHA

Balls & Chains 2

AMARA LEBEL

Welcome to Balls & Chains, a BDSM Club for gay men. Cross the threshold and see the worlds of humans and shifters collide as these alphas dominate, and betas submit.

Past sins have forced Cadeon Rosseau into isolation, his pack turning against him and casting him out. Self-hatred and mutilation made him the male he is today. An alpha in his own right, he prowls the rooms at Balls & Chains in search of the one who will either save him from himself or break him completely. Jaded and alone, he finds it difficult to pull away from the self-made hell which has become his life, until a new submissive garners his attention. . .

Curiosity and a need for adventure lured Blake Copeland to the doors of the famous gay BDSM club. He craved distraction from his monotonous life and had been assured that he would find it there. Little did he know exactly how true that statement would be. Not only did Blake find what he was looking for, but he also left with a slightly unhinged mate in tow. . .

Will these two lone wolves find the strength to battle the obstacles in their path and build a future?

PUBLISHER NOTE: M/M Paranormal BDSM Romance, 53,300 words.

TAMING THE ALPHA

Balls & Chains 2

AMARA LEBEL

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TAMING THE ALPHA

Balls & Chains 2

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DEDICATION

I dedicate this book to those who have stood by my side, given their support, and continually encouraged me to continue with my writing. You know who you are, and how much you mean to me. Thank you.

A Love with Bite

PROLOGUE

Maison Noire; Toulouse, 1788

The dirt-packed floor was cool beneath Cadeon Rosseau’s knees where he had been instructed to kneel by the door. Goose bumps broke out all over his naked flesh as he lowered himself closer to the ground until his forehead was placed firmly against the dirt-packed floor. Breaths heaving, he had to close his eyes against the backlash of dust and grime sent flying into the air with every exhale. ’Twas for the best he kept them closed anyway. Otherwise, he would have to stare at the rust-colored stains beneath him and wonder what had caused them to begin with. Something he did not need to contemplate right now.

When a cold breeze blew in from under the old mahogany door, Cadeon shivered, his gag reflex almost choking him. Putain! Fuck. The unwelcome current brought with it the stench of fear mixed with human waste and the unmistakable scent of blood. And it made his stomach roll as it cloyed at his nose. He wanted to vomit as every muscle in his battered body tensed as if to flee.

Humans.

They were filthy, cruel creatures who he normally had no time for. Beings he would usually avoid. For if e’er he interacted with one, Cadeon would end up spilling their blood. They had taken from him, cutting him deep, forcing him to be the monster he would rather not be.

As a muffled feminine moan reached his sensitive ears, he shuddered. The memories of his past — of Alice — bombarded him, reminding him of how easily he could lose himself to his darker urges. To the beast within. To his wolf.

So lovely. Pure.

She had been so beautiful. Naïve. New to the lifestyle, and curious of it all, Cadeon had coveted her for his own. He had seduced her, even though it was forbidden. Lulling her with sweet words and soft caresses, they quickly fallen into each other’s arms — and beds. She was his. His submissive. So obedient. Tentative. Yet, her curiosity soon turned to need. Obsession.

Cries of pleasure. Screams of pain.

His little human had become greedy. He could not satisfy her needs. She craved more. Always more. More pain. More blood. More danger. His urges screamed to unleash the beast, to allow the wolf to take her. Yet, he could not. ’Twould ruin her.

Blood. Coating his hands. His face.

Cadeon had tried to please her. He wanted her by his side fore’er. Yet, ’twas not to be. Fate had other plans for them. And his Alice’s depravity had driven her from his arms, into those of the human Dominants.

Broken. Bloodied. Dead.

He had destroyed her. No, his wolf had ruined his little human, refusing to give her exactly what she craved. Pushing her away. Toward the humans. They had taken her from him. Abused her. Killed her. And he had done nothing to prevent it.

Yet none of that mattered in this moment in time. He could not allow days gone by to affect him right now. Cadeon had no choice but to deal with his heartache and insecurities if he was to get what he needed from Master Zane. In order to get by, Cadeon needed this. He needed to feel — something — anything to know that he still lived. Be it pleasure or pain. And he much preferred the latter.

’Twas why he chose to see Master Zane. The human male was vicious. He made no difference between gender, nor strengths. He required no consent, nor did he care about etiquette. The male was a beast himself, and he was the only one capable of giving Cadeon what he craved. Of caging his inner wolf.

As if summoned by that thought alone, the male in question entered the room. Cadeon’s body reacted instantly, burning from the inside out with a mix of anticipation and urgency. His skin tingled, breaths coming in quick, hard pants as a fine sheen of sweat coated his nude body. He had been craving — no needing — this for so long. Too damn long. The soft pad of Master Zane’s feet on the floor notched his anticipation up tenfold.

Cadeon had to force his jaw closed so as not to risk making a sound. The last time he had allowed a groan to escape, his Master had punished him severely. His disobedience had earned him a hard beating with the cane, leaving his back, ass and thighs scarred from the frenzied attack. Cadeon had not yet grown into his immortality. His mortal form had been weak against the attack. His refusal to hunt and nourish his inner beast had prevented him from healing fully. Not that Cadeon would complain. For as brutal as his Master had been, Cadeon just couldn’t stay away. He needed to be dominated, just as much as he had to dominate. He needed the pain. He had to be punished. He deserved it. For what he had done. He deserved it and so much more.

I ne’er thought to see ye again, boy. Yet it pleases me.

Master Zane’s deep English accented voice rumbled within the dimly lit room. The human was huge, scarred, and deadly. A deserter from Her Majesty’s service, he hid out in the shadier establishments which lined the Pont Neuf. Ones in which courtesans and prostitutes were in abundance. Brothels and houses of depravity abound. It was a haven to those who relished in their sexual needs and fetishes. Those such as Cadeon himself.

Ye know the rules. Fuck me off and yer out. Prepare yerself, cur?

As the coarse leather of the crop swept across Cadeon’s flesh, it left a trail of fire in its wake, rousing him from his thoughts. He could feel the stiff head as it glided along every ridge and bump of his scarred back. Cadeon had to bite back a groan. Yet he could not stop himself from arching into that touch. Punishment be damned. Master Zane did not seem to mind, or mayhap he simply failed to notice. The human growled low in approval, his blunt nails trailing along Cadeon’s back. He always enjoyed seeing the results of his work. Those scars. His mark upon his submissive’s flesh. Cadeon knew the scarring was not that visible to the human eye, yet to his own kind, they were a blaring declaration of his past sins.

Are ye eager for my touch, boy?

As the Master’s voice drifted down to him, Cadeon had to clench his jaw so as not to reply. Their one rule was that Cadeon was ne’er to speak. He was ne’er to remind Master Zane of who and what he was. If he did, the session would end, and Cadeon would be cast out, aching and needy. And he needed this. Craved it.

When the coarse leather left his flesh, Cadeon’s eyes drifted closed. He knew what was to come next. Anticipation mounted. His skin prickled with awareness; heart pounding as his breaths became shallow. He could feel his thighs trembling as he awaited the first strike of that crop. Waiting. Longing.

Then it happened. Whack. The biting sting of hard leather on taut flesh. Cadeon bit his lip, his hands fisting on the dirt-packed floor as a shudder of pleasure wracked him. So Good. He wanted more.

Biting the inside of his cheek so as not to demand it, Cadeon closed his eyes tight. Master Zane circled his body, the falls striking his flesh repeatedly. There would be no reprieve. No stopping this. Each stinging slap notched up his need. It tore down his defenses, opening his old emotional wounds, leaving Cadeon raw and aching. His arousal bloomed. Growing. The pain mixing with the pleasure. Pure bliss.

The flesh on his back, ass, and thighs heated. He knew the skin would be roaring red, that thin striped bruises would be blooming through the mass of redness. That constant, thrumming ache would keep him satisfied for days.

I knew ye like that. Look at yer cock stand. Impressive.

Non. Not now. Cadeon knew that tone, and he despised it. It would appear his fun was about to end. Panting hard, he blinked his eyes open and dared a glance over his shoulder at Master Zane. The human was standing behind him, his eyes rapt on Cadeon’s heavy sac and shaft. The lust in the human’s eyes obvious. Cadeon wanted to retch, yet his traitorous body had other ideas. His cock twitched, pleasing his Master.

I should fuck ye. Ruin ye like ye ruined Alice. Take yer body hard. Leave ye bleeding and raw. Just as ye did to yer lil’ human.

No. Non! ’Twas not like that. Cadeon ne’er meant to hurt her. He had loved her, and wanted a life away from his pack with her. Alice. His sweet Alice. She had been his world. She had been . . . everything.

Zane’s cruel laughter echoed throughout the dimly lit room, drawing Cadeon’s attention back to the human male. His large hands clasped Cadeon’s hips as he pulled him bodily against his hard shaft. Cadeon’s breath left him in a rush, his heart pounding for an entirely different reason now. He had ne’er been taken thus. None had dared touch him like that. He was an Alpha. Next in line for succession. He was a leader. He dominated. He did not lay over and submit in this manner.

I can scent yer arousal, boy. I think I’ll slack me lusts on yer whorish lil’ body.

Those words were like acid to his soul. Cadeon growled. He could not allow this to happen. It would ruin him in the eyes of the pack. More so than his sins against the humans. Yet, even as his mind rebelled, his body softened. It knew who its Master was, and it was submitting.

A shameful whimper slipped past his lips. The hushed noise deafening in the silent room. Master Zane lifted his eyes from Cadeon’s ass long enough to meet his stare. The human curled his battered lip in disgust. Whate’er it was he saw upon Cadeon’s face, it had blessedly saved him from a punishment far worse than any that had come before. Wolf or not, he was still young. Weak. The human could overpower him if he saw fit. Yet, he had been spared.

Cursing foully his Master shoved him aside. Cadeon hit the ground hard, blood dripping from his lip. Ye sicken me. We’re done here. Ne’er return, cur.

With a hard kick to Cadeon’s ribs, the human stormed from the room, leaving him shaking and panting for breath upon the dirt-packed floor in the dark room, alone. As it should be.

Now that the adrenaline had been sucked from his body, Cadeon could feel the cold. It seeped into his bones, freezing him. His flesh tingled; muscles knotting once more as he began to tremble. His breaths left him in small puffs of cool air. Each one shallower than the last. His vision blurred. Mouth gone dry, Cadeon could feel his system shutting down. He was about to pass out, and he refused to fight it.

Mayhap if he closed his eyes, he would be lucky enough not to wake this time. He could finally atone for his sins, and give himself over to the darkness within. ’Twas the least he could do. A life for a life. He had taken Alice’s, now it was time for the Reaper to take his.

CHAPTER ONE

Balls & Chains BDSM Club; USA, Present Day

Why in the fuck had he agreed to this shit? Cade stood on the edge of the low stage awaiting his plaything’s arrival. The other male was making a show of walking across the room. His arrogance set Cade’s inner beast on edge. It wanted to rip the idiot’s throat out and be done with it. But that wasn’t an option. If he wanted to remain a member of this damn club, then Cade had to play by the rules. When the wolf dropped his robe, exposing a pair of hideous latex shorts, Cade growled low. As with all his playthings, he had specified that this one arrive promptly, and completely nude except for his collar. Obviously, this stupid shit was keen to earn a punishment. Or he thought himself better than Cade. It wouldn’t be the first time some high-breed asshole felt the need to dally with a low-class head case like Cade, and he knew from past experiences that it wouldn’t be the last.

When the wolf finally came to kneel before Cade, he stupidly lifted his chin to meet Cade’s gaze defiantly. A warning growl rumbled in Cade’s throat, one he disguised as that of a human so as not to make any of the non-shifters suspicious. What was he trying to achieve by poking the rabid beast? Fucking male. Without uttering so much as a single word, Cade walked in a slow circle around his current plaything before pressing the pup’s forehead into the wooden floor with a booted foot.

"Listen carefully, salop, for I do not repeat myself. Twisting his leg, he forced the wolf’s face harder into the hardwood floor. You do not look at me. You do not touch me. You do not speak unless given permission. And up here you will refer to me as Mon Liege. If you make me repeat myself, or if you disobey my rules, you will be punished. Tu comprends."

The overconfident prick nodded against the floor. But Cade noted the way he clenched his fists by his side. What was wrong with this shit? Was he wanting