Exiled Alpha

By Amber Morgan

Rachel Jacobs is a wolf on a mission. To save her pack from destruction, she's turning to the werewolf who nearly destroyed it once before. Arkady Gusev is everything her father ever warned her against—so why does she find him so irresistible?

Arkady Gusev isn't looking for a pack or a woman. But when Rachel walks through his door, she throws down a challenge he can't resist. Is this exiled alpha about to come home?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight
• Release date: Sep 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9780369504142

Amber Morgan

Amber is the secret identity of a writer who normally pens urban fantasy, but feels like stretching her wings. Amber loves darker romance, anti-heroes, good red wine, and expensive chocolate (sometimes all at once). She lives in Amsterdam with one man, two cats, and a vast collection of tea.

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Copyright© 2021 Amber Morgan

ISBN: 978-0-3695-0414-2

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Audrey Bobak

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my own fated mate—here’s to wedded bliss!

EXILED ALPHA

Romance on the Go ®

Amber Morgan

Copyright © 2021

Chapter One

Rachel Jacobs parked her Bonneville in the only spare space outside the Sandbox and looked around with distaste. The parking lot outside the converted warehouse stank of beer, piss, sweat, and musk—all the scents she expected from a shifter-run fight club. Graffiti covered the walls of the red brick building—gang tags, MC colors, and badly spelled obscenities. The low thud of heavy bass music pumped through the walls. There was nothing here she hadn’t seen before. It was the knowledge of what, or rather who, waited inside the warehouse that made her edgy.

Still, she’d ridden hard and fast to get here, picking up several points on her license along the way. Fired by desperation and despair, she’d followed rumor and gossip and finally found this place. The Sandbox. The most notorious shifter club in the county, maybe even in the country. Drugs, sex, fights, you name it, you could get it in the Sandbox. For a price.

Rachel pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair. Her ash-blonde locks clung limply to her head after hours under the helmet, and she spared a second to wish she had time to primp herself a little. She wanted to look good tonight. Hell, she wanted to look fucking amazing, and the helmet-hair just didn’t cut it. Her biking leathers and the natural aura a prime female werewolf threw off would go a long way though. She’d just have to hope it would be enough.

She took a quick swig from her hip flask for Dutch courage. The whiskey sent flames through her body, chasing away some of her nerves. As ready as she’d ever be, she stalked up to the doors of the club and flung them open.

A wall of heat, sounds, and smells hit her. The music that had been just audible out in the parking lot was an assault on her ears now. The swirling scents of blood, sweat, and animals overwhelmed her. Men roared, laughed, and howled. She heard the smack of fists hitting faces, the crunch of bones breaking. Pure aggression, pure adrenaline. She could taste it, and the promise of violence and blood woke her wolf. She felt the beast stir inside her, ready and eager to play, and that gave Rachel the last burst of confidence she needed.

She strode inside the Sandbox, taking in the cages where men in various states of transformation fought with a savagery they could never have shown in the human world. Spectators gathered around the cages, yelling encouragement or jeering insults. Past the rows of cages were a bar and a few pool tables. All were just as packed as the area around the cages. Nobody gave Rachel a second look as she muscled her way to the bar.