The Alpha Solution

By N.J. Lysk

When Junen’s father, alpha of his pack, rejects the offer to join forces with a dangerous alpha, plan b is to take Junen and force his hand that way.

He is not worried... until he understands the alpha plans to do a lot more to him than keep him prisoner and demand surrender.

Because Theon has a plan to save werewolves and he will do anything to ensure it succeeds, including taking everything Junen has—in body and soul.

A Dark Mpreg tale featuring kidnapping, body modification, mpreg, noncon, manipulation, fisting, and brainwashing of a straight alpha forced to submit to other alphas. This is not a romance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: N.J. Lysk
• Release date: Apr 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463135075

N.J. Lysk

N.J. Lysk spends the day in an office with the heavy burden of a wandering mind. Nights are spent more enjoyably as that mind is let to wander free and darker desires to take hold in the form of these steamy forbidden tales.

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Prologue

Junen snarled at the alpha standing outside his cell. The guy was clearly a psychopath. Who the fuck had an actual cell in their house?

I see you are as unreasonable as your father, the stranger told him evenly. He had dark eyes, long thick eyelashes that made his eyes look huge on his pale face, and although Junen could smell he was an alpha, he could barely see proof of the musculature lycanthropes developed naturally. Especially alphas.

Let me out and I won’t rip your throat out, Junen replied with a smile that showed all his teeth, being on a strange alpha’s territory was bad enough, being in a fucking cage had his wolf so furious he was having trouble staving off the transformation. I think that’s very reasonable.

The other alpha laughed, seemingly delighted at the threat. Great, he was crazy. I think I’ll keep you a little longer. Unless you’re feeling up to cooperating?

Junen didn’t answer, letting the silence build. It was one of his dad’s tricks and it worked like a charm if you had the patience to wait it out. Junen had learned to outwait his agemates, then the older kids—adults tended to pretend they weren’t affected and walked away like he was no threat but not before Junen smelled they were angry.

His captor didn’t seem discomfited at all, though, there was a half-smile on his lips, as if they were having a pleasant conversation over tea instead of talking from opposite sides of a cell.

Very well, he said cheerfully after only a few moments. I’m afraid I have other work to do.

And with that, he turned and started for the door. Junen’s heart skipped. He’d been in there for days already and now... But he wouldn’t give in, not when he knew he’d have to say no anyway.

He bit his tongue on the questions.

The arsehole wanted something from him, he would have to ask for it.

Chapter 1

Junen was thirsty enough that if he’d been given a bucket to piss, he’d have been thinking about drinking it. But the cell had a hole in the ground to serve as a toilet so even if he could have made himself do it to survive, the choice was out of his hands. A human could survive about three days without drinking, no one had said how long a werewolf could manage—was it less or more time that it would take him to grow so desperate he ripped his own arm open and drank his own blood?

His suspicions that he was being watched were confirmed when the alpha walked in not long after he slumped to the ground and let his eyes rest.

He looked as fresh as a daisy in a dress shirt and fucking slacks, like he was a businessman instead of a maniac.

Coffee? he offered. He held two steaming Styrofoam cup from Costa’s and the smell made Junen’s stomach clench, tongue rubbing against his own palate in an effort to wet it.

The drink could be drugged. It almost certainly was. But what did he have to lose? He was in a cage like an animal and no one knew to come for him here.

He stood, adjusting his stance at the last moment to pretend he hadn’t stumbled. The smirk on the other man’s lips said he’d noticed anyway. Fuck him, what did he expect after keeping him in such a cramped space for days with no food or water?

The bastard actually stepped forward and put his arm through the bars. Junen could have ripped his arm out, but the coffee would have spilled and then he’d have been stuck inside the cell, so thirsty he was thinking of drinking his own blood and with the only person he knew for certain knew his whereabouts too dead to get him out or reveal them to anyone.

He took the cup instead, startled to find out it was still hot. Was there really a Costa’s so close to his unexpected prison?

I went for two sugars, the other alpha told him, sipping at his own cup. That’s how you like it, isn’t it?

Junen gave him an incredulous look, because it fucking was and it was like the guy wanted to tick every single box in the being as creepy as possible questionnaire. He took a sip anyway, then another, keeping his gaze unfocused and trying to hide his relief. He made himself drink slowly and he couldn’t detect anything strange, but of course that wasn’t guarantee of anything.

Did your father tell you why you’re not meant to patrol alone? the alpha asked.

But he clearly knew the answer, if Junen had known this could happen, he’d have been more careful. His father had told them not to and he’d expected them to obey, and it wasn’t like Junen was excepted just because he would be the next alpha leader of his pack, but exactly for that reason, he’d volunteered to take on the most annoying of his age-mates as a partner.

And Lekle never shut up, so sue him, he’d wanted a little peace and quiet while he patrolled. He’d wanted to actually be able to listen for any danger; how was that a bad idea? Except it’d landed him here.

Yeah, the other alpha said with a nod. I was thinking not, I’m sure you’re not really that dumb. But I guess he doesn’t think you’re ready to know this stuff yet, does he? How old are you? Twenty? Twenty-one?

I’m twenty-four, Junen spat, glaring. He was a big guy and he’d been getting into places without getting carded since he’d presented alpha at sixteen and bulked up in a matter of weeks. He was not used to getting looked at like he was a science project, and he most certainly did not appreciate it. And I don’t know what your deal with my father is, but you’re not helping your case by doing this. My dad hates drama.

Drama, huh? The smirk he got in response said the notion was absolutely hilarious and Junen wasn’t even sure what he was getting laughed at about. His language? The guy was older, sure, but it wasn’t anything stereotypical and— I think some things deserve to be spoken of with some ‘drama’, he said pleasantly.

What things? Junen asked, giving in. There was being a tough guy and there was being an idiot; he wasn’t going to spend another week in the cell just to avoid asking the other alpha a question. It wasn’t a weakness not to understand why a random wolf had taken you and shoved you in a cage.

And even so, the smile he received made his blood freeze. Well, surrender of your pack’s command, for one thing.

What?

I don’t like to spill blood unnecessarily, you see, the stranger explained, for all the world like he was a teacher imparting a lesson. Not when there’s so few of us left and with humans expanding at the insane rate only them and vermin can manage. He sighed. So I asked your father to agree to be my second, I even told him he could keep everything as it was except for the breeding, he added, sounding truly puzzled.

B—Breeding? Junen repeated.

The alpha’s dark eyes found his. Yes, Junen, making babies? This whole nonsense of letting everyone go on birth control and fuck around with heat cycles is damaging our ability to survive as a species.

You are crazy, Junen blurted out, unthinking.

But the alpha didn’t take offense, simply heaving a sigh. Which great innovator didn’t get told that? he asked, although he didn’t seem to expect an answer. In any case, your father refused. So I had to take matters into my own hands.

Junen snorted, crossing his arms and facing off with the guy. If he thought his dad would be made to negotiate with a nutjob, he had another thing coming. So you kidnapped me and you think he’ll agree to your plans to get me back?

This got him a proper laugh, it didn’t even sound messed up, just a man’s deep rumble of amusement. It sent a chill down Junen’s spine; he was starting to wonder if the guy wasn’t as much crazy as a bona fide psychopath. I am not stupid, Junen, your father wouldn’t give up control of his pack to get you back. But he has sworn you in as his heir, so when you are my omega; he will have no choice but to name me instead.

For a moment, Junen’s brain couldn’t seem to process the words. Wh— Omega? he choked out at last. That’s... That’s impossible!

Not according to our forefathers, his captor announced with a smirk. See? This is what I’m talking about, these days you kids spend all your time fraternizing with humans, learning to ‘program’ and ‘network’, these words were said like they referred to bodily functions of the lowest kind. And you haven’t read the diaries of your people, you don’t know your history or even what your own body is capable of.

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