Bound to the Vampire, Desired by the Pack: Dark DNA, Complete Boxed Set

By Cera D. Colby

This is a paranormal vampire romance boxed set with Shapeshifters and Werewolves too!

Sometimes, it takes a lot more than love to fix a scared, shy heart.

Gabby Roberts, a college student and gifted scientist, always knew that supernatural beings were real. In fact, she once saw a werewolf right below her own bedroom window when she was just a kid. Not a kid anymore, Gabby made that her life's mission, to prove to the world that supernatural beings really did exist.

But Gabby's dreams of international scientific achievement now seemed far away - her purpose in life was fading fast! Will her new invention ever be released to the world? Will she ever meet any more paranormals? You bet she will! Read on to find out what happens next!

Dark DNA Complete is a paranormal romance box set of 2 Books all about the Paranormal Romance between a human, Gabby, and a vampire named Asher, with werewolves, Shape shifters and more... Contains loads of action, romance, and drama too...

This book contains some violence and sexual situations. Recommended for ages sixteen and up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rapps
• Release date: Nov 12, 2018

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Dark DNA, Book One, Chapter 1

THERE’S ABSOLUTELY no way that can be true. Have you lost your mind? Seriously?! Don’t even waste your time with it, Gabby.

Gabby Roberts scanned the cafeteria slowly hoping no one else was listening to their conversation. Could Beth have been any louder? There weren’t that many other students around, but still, a few heads turned at Beth's outburst.

Shhhhhhh..., Gabby hissed at Beth while giving her the stink eye simultaneously.

A couple of sophomore lab techs a few tables over acknowledged her outburst and paused from their own lunches and conversation just long enough to obviously eavesdrop. They appeared as if they could pass for brothers. Both had short auburn hair, they were tanned, and wore resembling button-ups; one green, the other blue, with matching beige cargo shorts and well worn boat shoes.

Gabby rolled her eyes at her friend, shook it off and turned back to Beth motioning for her to move in closer. She slid her untouched burger and fries out from in front of her and leaned in closer to her colleague.

Just hear me out. Gabby said in a hushed tone. Have you ever thought about parvo viruses in mammalian species? She made the statement not waiting for an answer. The way it affects the host and how it leads to death, but it can also be remedied with vaccines.

Yeah, but that’s just... , Beth started.

Until they discovered B19! Gabby interrupted her friend.

Beth slapped her cheek in mock horror... So what you’re saying is...

What I’m saying is, Ms. Smart Ass, I mean, Ms. Beth Bridges, is that somehow or someway, that something is searching for a compatible host. I’m not just making this all up. If the virus is in the fecal matter then how’d it get there in the first place?

Beth was shaking her head. She wasn’t laughing nor did she find what Gabby saying to be any type of amusement whatsoever. She sarcastically responded, I don’t know. Someone stepped in it?

Not that... I mean the origin, before it was first documented in the 70’s. Let’s say that someone was in search of a mate. Do you think it would be possible for one to catch the virus through intercourse, through saliva, or a bite maybe?

The two girls were really into their discussion. They didn’t notice that the rest of the lunchroom was practically empty. The only other people in the room now, the two cargo boys, obviously sophomores, got up from their table, textbooks in hand and begin to walk off too.

Gabby, what are you getting at? Beth asked her exasperated friend.

Whatever’s hiding somewhere in the dark of a mountainside is not from here but, it’s here whether we choose to believe it or not. Just recently someone was mauled to death and the only thing left to identify was a heap of flesh, lots of blood, a bloody shoe and no tracks to follow. Not long after that a bear was drove out of its den and into the community.

Okay... so, who do you propose did it... , Beth asked again, still not following her friends train of thought, who run the bear out of its den?

What do I think did it? Gabby sat upright in the plastic seat. A Lycoi Anthropos... she said with conviction.

Laughter instantly arose from behind the two girls. It was the two sophomores they had noticed before, still eavesdropping on the two young ladies conversation. The auburn haired guy in the green shirt barked rather loudly after his hysterics, drawing the attention of a teacher about ten feet away who was at the soda machine by the exit door trying to shove his wadded dollar bill into the slot.

The guy with the blue shirt brushed his hair back from his face with an open palm, trying to be as cool as could be. He said, I see you girls are into mythology. Good luck with finding one of those in the real world, he joked, before him and his buddy bumped fists and began walking off.

Obviously, Mr. Blue thought he was a stud. And telling an upper class man something like that, yeah he really felt up on his game today. Both of them, they must have thought they were just going to stroll off without the girls saying a word. Boy, were they wrong.

Gabby slammed her fist against the table top with a force that compelled her hard plastic lunch tray to vibrate itself a few inches away from where she’d slid it earlier. Her burger bun flopped off to the side from atop it's meaty base and a few fries fell on the floor. Ripples bumped from side to side in her soda.

She rose from her seat with conviction, heat rising in her face. She felt like a lit firecracker about to burst. If he had been closer, Mr. Blue would now have a fist firmly planted in his left eye. Lucky for him he was several feet away.

Gabby's belief in what she spoke of was more than just that, though, but she would have to prove her beliefs without any reasonable doubt to be of existence. Therefore she needed physical proof instead of one relying on her word alone. And she knew that too. But Mr. Blue and his buddy Mr. Green, and all those annoying pains in the asses like him, she really just wanted to kick them all in the crotch!

And just what do you know about it? You don't even know what we were talking about! she thundered to the boys as they were making their departure.

The sophomores stopped in their tracks and about-faced to the girls still standing in the same spot. Well, I do know there’s no such thing as what you were talking about. Plus, said the one in blue, pointing at his temple, you might be a little bit off in the noggin.

The teacher, still standing by the vending machine, pressed a button on the soda machine as soon as Mr. Blue finished. The soda dropped into the basket in the bottom with a loud clank. He reached over and picked it up, popped the top, took a sip and then waited for the outcome of this unprovoked and punkish verbal attack initiated by the boat shoe brothers.

Now Beth rose from her seat in her friends behalf. She flipped their two antagonists the middle birdie and said, And this doesn't mean you're number one, by the way. Why don’t you two go find yourselves some toys to play with?

The boys looked to each other, and then back to the girls, smirked and took steps in their basic direction.

Whoa! Stop right there boys! Right this instant! the teacher announced. I think you two need to do exactly as the young ladies requested.

But... the boy in blue started.

"But what...