Caught by her Alphas: A Reverse Harem Romance

By Jayce Carter

It'll take all three alphas to catch this omega.

Farrah has done whatever it takes to raise her fifteen-year-old son, Knox, on her own. The boy's fathers, the three alphas she was best friends with as a teenager, know nothing about him, and she's never planned on telling them. However, when Knox goes missing, Farrah has no choice but to ask for their help.

Ryder, Pax and Blake have long carried the guilt of sleeping with Farrah during her heat, afraid that they'd taken advantage of her. When she shows up asking for their help, it's a second chance they don't intend to waste.

The four work together to find Knox, but their past—the secrets, the guilt, the regrets—isn't so easy to resolve. Can they save the child they share and heal old wounds, or will their happily ever after slip away yet again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Apr 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781839433856

Jayce Carter

Jayce Carter lives in Southern California with her husband and two spawns. She originally wanted to take over the world but realized that would require wearing pants. This led her to choosing writing, a completely pants-free occupation. She has a fear of heights yet rock climbs for fun and enjoys making up excuses for not going out and socializing.

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Totally Bound Publishing books by Jayce Carter

The Omega’s Alphas

Owned by the Alphas

Shared by the Alphas

Saved by the Alphas

Protected by her Alphas

Ready or Not

Fake It ‘til You Make It

The Omega’s Alphas

CAUGHT

BY HER

ALPHAS

JAYCE CARTER

Caught by her Alphas

ISBN # 978-1-83943-385-6

©Copyright Jayce Carter 2020

Cover Art by Erin Dameron-Hill ©Copyright April 2020

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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Book five in

The Omega’s Alphas series

It’ll take all three alphas to catch this omega.

Farrah has done whatever it takes to raise her fifteen-year-old son, Knox, on her own. The boy’s fathers, the three alphas she was best friends with as a teenager, know nothing about him, and she’s never planned on telling them. However, when Knox goes missing, Farrah has no choice but to ask for their help.

Ryder, Pax and Blake have long carried the guilt of sleeping with Farrah during her heat, afraid that they’d taken advantage of her. When she shows up asking for their help, it’s a second chance they don’t intend to waste.

The four work together to find Knox, but their past—the secrets, the guilt, the regrets—isn’t so easy to resolve. Can they save the child they share and heal old wounds, or will their happily ever after slip away yet again?

Dedication

To my readers’ significant others who have no idea why they’re always out of batteries.

Sorry.

Chapter One

People weren’t supposed to try to cross the bridges they’d already burned, yet there Farrah was, tromping right over the ashes she’d made fifteen years before.

They’ll turn me away.

No, they wouldn’t. She knew it, even after so many years apart. Her childhood friends would be angry, but they’d never say no to her. Plus, she had money. She could pay well for their services, and, from what she could tell, they were worth every penny.

The heels of the receptionist clicked against the tile as Farrah followed her down the hallway. The large office said the trio had done well for themselves, though her own research had told her the same.

She’d love to say it was research she’d done earlier that same day, but she didn’t need to lie to herself. Those nights when the chill was too strong, when her bed was too cold and empty, she’d been known to spend an hour or two doing what any self-respecting single thirty-two-year-old did—stalking old flames.

Unfortunately for her, she only had the three alphas to stalk, and it never ended well. It only deepened that ache inside her, the one that missed the closeness, their laughs, and their smiles and their voices.

And their lips. And their hands. And their—

She shook her head. Walking into their office smelling of desire would be a horrible idea.

They don’t normally take last-minute cases like this, the woman said, the fabric of her skirt pulled tight over her ass in a way that said she dressed for the attention of the three.

Do they take her up on it? Share her between them?

Farrah dug her nails into her palms, a sting of pain before she loosened her fist and chastised herself. Well, I’m glad they made an exception for me.

They didn’t. The woman cast a conspiratorial smile over her shoulder. I did. They try to take a few pro-bono cases a year and yours seemed like a good one. Since I do their schedule, they pretty much show up for the cases I tell them to.

So it wasn’t Farrah’s money but rather her sob story. Well, whatever got her through the front door was worth it. She’d already been run around by the police, who didn’t consider a missing fifteen-year-old an emergency.

Despite her explaining that he’d never done such a thing before, they’d kept reassuring her that he was likely just out having fun. She’d called each morning only to hear that they’d found nothing yet.

Farrah doubted they were looking.

The door to the office at the end of the hallway was large, with a metal plaque that bore three names—Pax Sterling, Blake Cooper and Ryder Shane.

Farrah’s toe caught a corner of the tile, pitching her forward a quick step before she righted herself.

Sure, she’d seen their names, had searched for them, but seeing them on that door was so official. It was really happening.

After fifteen years, she was going to face the alphas who had broken her heart.

* * * *

Fifteen years earlier

Heat spread over Farrah’s skin and she didn’t understand why. It wasn’t warm in the forest that time of year. In fact, she should have been freezing.

Instead, she wiped her forehead to clear away sweat.

Pax was getting firewood while Ryder and Blake argued about what to cook. Their sendoff camping trip had been going for three days and had another four before they planned to drive the three hours back to civilization.

It wasn’t much, maybe, but it was all they had.

The alphas were leaving for college in a few weeks, and Farrah, a year younger than them, had to stay behind. It chafed, the idea that she wouldn’t be part of the group they’d made since meeting when she was eight and they’d caught her sneaking over a fence while they’d been playing at Pax’s house.

Still, it was the sweating that got to Farrah, that and the roll of her stomach. She hadn’t eaten that day and hadn’t had more than a few bites the day before. Her appetite was shot and she just felt…unsettled.

Was it them leaving? Fear of the future? Of being alone, without her best friends?

A tremble in her hand caused the cup of hot tea Pax had made her to slip free. It spilled down her leg, soaking into her jeans.

Before she could fully gasp, Pax was in front of her, patting the front of her pant leg as if that would dry her. You are a disaster, kid.

Farrah rose, shaking her foot so the wet, scalding jean fabric could cool. Her stomach rolled again, worse than before. It felt like the top of a rollercoaster, when her stomach would seem to lift to her throat.

Pax caught her before she even realized she’d started to go over.

Woah, he muttered, her weight nothing compared to his size.

The three guys had grown in a way that annoyed her, filling out and turning into the alphas she knew they were. They’d told her, there being no secrets between the four of them. As they’d sprung from tall, gangly kids into young men, as they’d gained muscle mass while she’d stayed that scrawny little girl she’d always been, Farrah had pouted.

Partly because it wasn’t fair, and partly because of the new attention it garnered them, and how damned much they liked it.

Pax seated her in the camping chair by the fire. He checked her eyes, as if that would tell him anything.

What are you looking for?

I don’t know. This is what people do.

Unless my eyes are missing, I don’t think you can tell anything from them.

He stuck his tongue out at her, the childish action familiar. Except this time, her gaze locked on to his wet, pink tongue. She shook her head at the wildly inappropriate response of her body.

What the hell?

I just need to lie down.

The humor drained from Pax’s face, as though her quiet words alerted him to something