Alpha Douchebag: The Dom, Lochlan & Ragan trilogy #1

By S.N. Garza

Lochlan Masters takes no prisoners. He’s the “DOM” of the Alpha Douchebags. The man to get the job done when no one else can. Whether it’s out on the field playing rugby, in a bed with a basic b*tch, or burying a body. He’s fierce, brazen, always in control, and thinks quick on his feet. Until it’s time to finally claim the woman he’s been after and all bets are off. But Ragan Mount is no basic bitch. She’s the bitch. His bitch. She’s no angel, and that’s just the way he likes it.

Ragan is outspoken, untamable, unframeable and she’s the only one who can bring Lochlan to his knees. She’s no lady, no matter how hard her family tries to turn her into one. A deal was made. One she won’t like. But he doesn’t give a damn. He’ll have her, no matter what. Ragan is going to learn never to piss off her dom. He’ll follow her to hell and back if that’s what it takes to show her he’s not just a man she’s bedding. He’s the man who’ll love her until death does them part.

Literally. The past doesn’t matter. He wants her future and he means to have it, whether she wants him to be a part of it or not. He knows it’s going to take more than just f*cking her to distraction to make her forgive him. He’ll go to his knees for her. He’ll submit his heart to the only woman who has the strength to handle him at his worst. And when Ragan finds out the secrets he’s been keeping, it’s going to take everything inside her to move past it, that the only thing that matters, is love. She won’t settle for anything less.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: Nov 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005900878

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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ALPHA DOUCHEBAG: THE DOM

LOCHLAN & RAGAN TRILOGY #1

ALPHA DOUCHEBAGS OF GRIFTON FALLS UNIVERSITY

SERIES BOOK3

By S.N. Garza

Copyright © SEPTEMBER 202 by Stephanie Nicole Garza

COVER ART: SNGARZA

PHOTOGRAPHY: GOLDEN CZERMAK

MODEL: BRANDON SCHLAEGAL

All Rights Reserved

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the work of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.

BLURB

Lochlan Masters takes no prisoners. He’s the DOM of the Alpha Douchebags. The man to get the job done when no one else can. Whether it’s out on the field playing rugby, in a bed with a basic bitch, or burying a body. He’s fierce, brazen, always in control and thinks quick on his feet.

Until it’s time to finally claim the woman he’s been after and all bets are off. But Ragan Mount is no basic bitch. She’s the bitch. His bitch. She’s no angel, and that’s just the way he likes it.

Ragan is outspoken, untamable, unframeable and she’s the only one who can bring Lochlan to his knees. She’s no lady, no matter how hard her grandmother tries to turn her into one.

A deal was made. One she won’t like.

He knows it’s going to take more than just f*cking her to distraction to make her forgive him. He’ll go to his knees for her. He’ll submit his heart to the only woman who has the strength to handle him at his worst.

And when Ragan finds out the secrets he’s been keeping, it’s going to take everything inside her to move past it, that the only thing that matters, is real, raw, relentless love. She won’t settle for anything less.

PLAYLIST

Beautiful With You. Halestorm

I Know You, Skylar Grey

Whispers in the Dark, Skillet

Just Found Heaven, Daughtry

Caught in the Fire, Klergy

Forever, Papa Roach

Why We Call Each Other, Dustin Lynch

Believer, Cyn

Every time We Touch, Cascada

Talking Body, Tove Lo

Pillowtalk, Zayn

Girls Just Want to Have Fun , Cyndi Lauper

Time After Time, Cyndi Lauper

Wanted You More, Lady A

Titanium, Madlyn Bailey

When the party’s over, Billie Eilish

The Bones, Maren Morris

Beautiful Ghosts, T-Swift

Beautiful Drug, ZBB

Old Love Feels New, Chris Young

Graveyard, Halsey

Take Me to Church, Hozier

Hanging On By a Thread, The Letter Black

Alone, I Prevail

Lies in the Dark, Tove Lo

Sinning with You, Sam Hunt

Dusk Till Dawn, Zayn w/Sia

Poker Face, Lady Gaga

Radio Lust, The Blancos

Can You Hear Me, UNSECRET

Youngblood, 5 Seconds of Summer

Helium, Sia

Love the Way You Lie, Rihnna & Eminem

Madness, Ruelle

Here Tonight, Brett Young

Bad Thing, MGK

Mood Ring, Britney Spears

Table of Contents

Copyright

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About the Author

NOTE: Lochlan and Ragan are so much fun to write. They’re not done though. Far from it. Can’t wait to find out what secrets Lochlan’s holding. Can you guess? There’s a few! Email me at sngarzabooks(@)sngarzabooks(dot)come and if you answer correctly on any of them, I’ll send you an exclusive Grifton Falls University journal! (US entries only)

PROLOGUE

Lochlan, 16

Why the hell are we going to that old windbag’s house? I can’t keep the contempt out of my voice when I ask father what the fuck he’s doing taking us for a luncheon at Anita Mount’s house.

He’s been real quiet about the whole situation and mother looks wary. Duncan has his headphones in and I can hear the music blasting, as he types wildly on his cellphone. 

Lochlan, manners. Mother says from upfront and I roll my eyes. I’ve never given a shit about my language, why do I need to curb it now? Love her, but she’s not the one I want answering me. I flick my gaze to my father, who’s always been a total dick in a lot of ways, but he usually answers me. My father’s always been one hundred percent transparent with me. I wait, keeping my gaze locked on his profile, but he only gives me a side eye, saying nothing. Not giving anything away.

Impatience burns through my veins. He springs this ‘visit’ on the family— at least to me and Duncan— telling us to wear our best and get in the car. The tension in this car could be cut with a knife. Duncan is oblivious of course. He doesn’t really give a shit about anything dad says. Our father made it clear the heir to his company is me. I am the oldest of course, but he’s never included Duncan in anything having to do with Masters Construction and Development Group. MCDG is probably the most precious thing to my father. He’s never been a sentimental man. Whatever the fuck he does with mom, I’ve never seen him be affectionate to her. He never treats her poorly, but they’re never intimate in front of Duncan or me as if they have to keep their relationship behind closed doors. 

Whatever. That’s their thing. I just know when I get a wife, I don’t care who sees me, I’ll be all over her. The only woman I want to be married to is one that will satisfy every single need I have. And then some. Not that I plan on marrying any time soon. I’m only sixteen, but I’ve thought about it. My ideal woman. 

God, if Gabe was a girl, he’d be perfect for me. That’s how close we are. I love him like a brother though. And since I’m not really a fan of dicks, I’ll wait for the right woman. Ten, fifteen years down the road. This though? I don’t like it. Father hadn’t told me anything. His stoicism is pissing me off.

Whatever father has cooking, I know doesn’t concern Duncan. He’s never given him a chance at anything. Pisses me the fuck off because Duncan’s a fucking genius, but I’m not concerned about that right now either. Usually it’s just our parents who visit the Mount or George estate on business or a friendly meeting or whatever. 

Whatever the fuck he’s got planned, it involves me. And I don’t like it one bit.

We get to the Mount Estate and as soon as the butler opens the door, I hear a feminine voice, loud and surly, I don’t want to visit with your friends, whoever they are. I’m not changing into some prissy little dress to please you and whoever you got coming. I never wanted to be here in the first place. They just dumped me here.

That voice… I know that voice. Where do I know it from?

My ears perk up and I look over mom’s shoulder and no ones there, but I hear the loud voices echoing down the entryway. Or the lone feminine outbursts anyway. It’s a shot of adrenaline down my spine and my dick twitches.

The fuck? That’s when it hits me who’s smart mouth that belongs to. It’s her.

It’s her voice. 

The little Mount girl, Ragan. She’s been coming during the summer the past few years. A more stubborn, outspoken girl I’ve never met before. A little young, but she’s got fire and spirit. When she left a few weeks ago, she couldn’t wait to leave.

Now she’s here? Their butler stops just as a loud screech rings from the enclosed door.

Doors to the right slam open and smack against the walls. Then an itty bitty little thing stomps from the room… damn. 

Her short, black hair is angled around her face and shows off her pale neck and my gaze follows the line of her spine to a high, round bubbly ass. I’ve never really noticed how skinny she was. Not that there’s a problem. At least, as I’m scanning over her body, I’m liking what I’m looking at as my dick reacts involuntarily. Twitch my ass; I feel it hardening beneath my trousers and I shove my hands into my pockets to keep it from being too noticeable. 

Ragan Elouise! Anita Mount calls out from the room and Ragan stops.

My gaze scrolls back up her short, small frame to where I see her tiny tits jiggle— fuck! She’s not even wearing a bra if those little points sticking out are anything to go by. Not that she really needs to. The black shirt cradles her petite frame. She doesn’t really have much in the rack department, but that’s never been my problem either. Continuing, she’s got a cute, pert nose, raised with irritation in the air and I see her jaw clench. I’m guessing she doesn’t like being called by her full name. I’ll have to remember that.

"Ragan—

She opens her mouth when she turns, sees us and is taken aback. Seems she doesn’t like making a scene. Not that I mind, I like hearing her voice all fighting mad. I can’t help myself as I step aside and let her see me. I give her my signature smirk as her eyes catch mine. Her gaze widens before they narrow into thin snake-like slits. Then she turns, storming up the stairs as fast as she can go. 

She’s cute, in an uppity, regal sort of way. Anita Mount calls after her, not noticing us just yet. The matriarch of this family has an iron hand and has ruled over her little kingdom for the last decade when her husband croaked. Why her son isn’t heading up the family business is anyone’s guess, but I’m guessing it’s part of the reason why we’re here. 

The butler clears his throat and Mrs. Mount twists around, her gaze widening at being caught unawares but she recovers quickly. Sebastian! Elizabeth! Kids, hello. Pardon the ruckus. She’s… adjusting.

No problem, Anita. Father speaks as she gestures for us to join her in her study. The room is like a study from some castle. High bookshelves, mahogany everywhere. Old world. Old style. Deep, old money. The room looks centuries old but there’s not one speck of dirt or dust. 

She invites us to sit down, and goes on to speak about shit I really don’t give a fuck about, so my eyes wander to the door, anticipating when the little princess is going to join us. Would she change into a pretty little dress for me— us? Ha. She doesn’t seem the type to take things backing down. 

Me? I’ve always been a take charge, full-speed ahead kind of guy. I think quickly on my feet and ever since I can remember, I’ve been forging my own path, doing shit however I wanted to. I know what I’m doing when I get out of Grifton Falls Academy. Go to GFU, study architecture and join the family business. 

My best friend, Gabriel Saint, and I have it all planned out. Mr. White-Knight under douchebag clothing. He thinks he’s a complete asshole like his father, but he’s the complete opposite. He’s the leader of our group. Gabriel, Judas Glass, and Duncan. Judas is a complete dick, but he’s a loyal dick. We’ve been best friends since diapers. And Duncan just fell in naturally since he was a loner growing up. 

Dad’s talking business shit with her as Duncan gets up and asks to be excused. Since he’s not a part of whatever the hell’s going on, mom gives him a smile and waves him off. Dad stares after him in that way he always does. Bitter hatred. He’s good at hiding his disdain while Duncan’s around, but I can see it. I always see it. He hasn’t ever told me why. Usually he’s pretty forthcoming with me. Has been ever since I can remember. When Duncan was born, he changed. Become bitter.

Became angry. 

Became dangerous.

I feel myself growing an edge with razor sharp teeth. 

Then Anita’s voice became clear. I want to make a proposition with you, Sebastian.

You mean with my eldest.

Actually, either one would suffice. I look between them, curious. Proposition about what?

"No. It’ll be either with Lochlan, or we leave right now. If he wants to be a part of this."

Sebastian. My mother’s voice is shaky, knowing, just like I do, when dad gets that edge in his tone, he’s going to start getting dangerous. 

Quiet, Elizabeth 

Mother grits her teeth, but does as she’s told. 

Fine. Anita turns to me, her dark brown eyes full of contempt. "I want Ragan married before she turns twenty-five. The man who marries her, will get all that I hold. Financially. I want someone I can trust who can control that little mongrel of a girl and toe the company line. Her father and that rat he married can’t take care of her any longer and left her on my doorstep to raise—

She’s thirteen, she’s pretty raised already. I can’t help interrupting her. I have never liked this woman. She’s vile, mean, manipulative and has no problem stepping over people to get what she wants. I don’t either, but I don’t do it to see others fail. Anita Mount enjoys degrading people whenever she gets a chance to. Especially the Saint’s. She hates Marcus with a passion and vigor I’ve never understood and the looks she gives Gabriel set my teeth on edge. I’m sure if she knew she’d never get caught, Marcus Saint would be six foot under. Along with his son. That I can’t have. 

Being my best friend, I have his back completely. I know he’s got mine and wants to believe he’s in charge of our little group being the top dog in our town, the prince, but I’m the general. I take care of everything, especially if there’s trouble. 

I love trouble. 

Speaking of trouble, I look to the left and see black hair quickly fly out of view. Little eavesdropper. I wonder what she heard.

Curiosity must have gotten to her because I see her peeking around the door and her eyes lock on mine. Smirking, I give her a nod. Her eyes narrow into thin slits. I clear my throat, getting the adults attention and when they take notice of her at the door, they shut their convo down and walk towards the windows, out of earshot.

Ragan got this suspicious glint in her gaze when she saw them walk away and for the moment, I figured I’d make it clear to this girl who the boss between us is going to be.

I keep my gaze on hers as I get closer, but she backs away. Her eyes widening. She doesn’t want to be close to me. Hmm… interesting. Then she tilts her head.

Wait… that head tilt is familiar. It stops me dead in my tracks. Something’s not right here. This prickling feeling begins to tingle at the back of my neck. An awareness I get when I know something’s not quite right.

Then she sneers, clucks her tongue and raises both hands, then flips me off with this mad-dog expression on her face.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

No. Way.

Then I inspect her more closely. Im-fucking-possible.

What the fuck? Everything inside me is riddled with shock and surprise. 

Then she spreads her hands in a ‘what-fuck-you-staring-at’ gesture and God help, her belligerence strikes me hard— right in my dick. Filling it with hunger. I grit my teeth, fist my hands and breathe in. If what I think is right, then this is more complicated than I ever imagined. 

That’s why that conniving bitch set this meeting. She doesn’t want anything left in Ragan’s hands when she croaks. She’s definitely not going to give it to her one and only son. He’s useless as she was telling mother and father only moments ago. 

She wants to make sure her life’s work is in good, powerful hands— and not the Saint’s hands. Hmmm… her words flip a switch. Marry Ragan before she’s twenty-five? I’ll do it before she’s twenty-one. But I’ll have my own plan in place. Anita Mount will learn not to mess with this dog. I’m all bite, no bark.

And taking a bite from the apple of the poisonous tree, I walk closer. Hey, princess. Aren’t you a little young to be flipping people off?

Damn, that stare. There’s no doubt about it. My suspicions are right. Looking at Ragan, all sweet and angry in front of me, that mad-dog glare trying to burn holes into me only do one thing. Make me burn even hotter. 

If her stare could kill, I’m sure I’d be six feet under if it didn’t do just the opposite. 

Same mad-dog stare, too. Damn. Does he even know? 

Nah. He would have told me. There’s no way he could keep something this big from me and not tell me. 

She lets out a little she-growl before telling me, Bite me, dumbass.

She turns, I guess done with the conversation, but not before I let her in on a little secret. One day, princess, you’ll tell me how hard.

Once again, she flips me off and stomps up the stairs. It’s time I know the whole truth. The unvarnished truth. The ugly truth. And that old bitch is going to tell me everything or the deal— proposition my ass— this deal is never going to happen.

This burning begins to ignite in my gut.

I want it to happen. I’ve made my choice and I’ll never back down. Like I said, I’ll beat that time frame by a few years.

I walk back into the room and the three turn to me.

I’ll do it. She’s mine. I reach for the door and slowly begin to shut it. But first, you’re going to tell me when you learned…

Some secrets shouldn’t be told with open doors.

Chapter One

Ragan

Thank fuck, I’m finally getting the hell out of this hellhole. I hate going to see her. She’s manipulative, arrogant, unemotional and the most malignant woman you could ever meet.

My grandmother, who I don’t just call grandmother. No. It’s Grandmother Anita. There’s nothing soft and grandmotherly about this old witch. 

What she’s demanding of me? Yeah, I have not one clue how I’m going to manage that. I know nothing about publishing or authors or anything of that nature. I just turned twenty not too long ago and she’s never even taken me to the family company to show me, well, anything. But she’s ordering me to go. She likes keeping me out of anything to do with the business. Not that I give a shit. I have my own shit to handle and have never needed her foe anything. Much to her dismay. And I only say that because outside of ‘raising me’, insert eye roll here, I pay my own way. The only debt I owe her is a roof over my head for the five years I lived there after my parents dumped me. 

And now? She actually demanded I go to Houston, to the Mitchell’s Give Back Benefit Ball in her stead! Get the Mitchell bitch to sign the publishing contract, blah, blah, blah. Get in their good graces, blah, blah, blah. By any means necessary. As if. Like I didn’t know what she meant by any means necessary. Chase and Madeline Snow have two sons around my age. Dumb old hag. I don’t think so. 

After I left her house, she doesn’t ask me to do much, but I know there’s something more behind it. She’s nothing if not hiding something, manipulating me in some way. Always trying to maneuver me so I can be at some place at the exact time she wanted me to be there. Most of the time, it’s when Lochlan Masters tries to browbeat me into being his plaything. Which, for a time, yeah, I wanted that. I enjoyed it. I loved it even. But then, he wanted to get serious and I almost let him. 

Almost. 

Until Mother's Day, earlier this year when I took Grandmother to Forrester’s, one of the most elegant seafood restaurants in Grifton Falls. The day I ended up packing my shit and leaving. I remember it like it was yesterday—

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"Don’t wear black, Ragan." Grandmother Anita always tells me that. Not that I ever listen to her. It’s my signature color. It’s not like I’m all emo or goth or whatever, but with my pale skin and my signature red lip, black just looked great with anything. She wanted to drive me, but I like making her angry as hell whenever I get the chance, so the pretty little black cocktail dress I wore is going to do just that and I drove myself to the restaurant. When she got a look at me, it was like her shoulders deflated with faux disappointment. I knew she was seething inside, but she would never show her vicious side in public. 

Besides, she’s not my mother, I can wear whatever the hell I like. I looked nice. Elegant. My dress fell to my knees, but it was also a bodycon dress with a floral lace overlay. And when her eyes landed on my six-inch oxford heels, she gritted her teeth, and I never felt more triumphant at knowing she’s not going to say anything in public, because all this shit is a show for her. She’s going to pretend like everything is all hunky-dory until we’re behind closed doors. Then she tells me exactly what she thinks about me. Which isn’t much at all. 

Why? Who the hell knows? I don’t and lately, now that I’m in college, making my way without her, I certainly don’t care. Hence why I drove here. I’ll be driving right back to my dorm where I know Lochlan will show up to fuck all this aggravation out of me. 

Knowing I’m making her hate me that much more, fills me with satisfaction. She thinks she’s going to get the best of me, but she’s not. I’ve already been kicked down enough by having my parents abandoning me to her evil, manipulative clutches. 

I make her hate me more than she already does. Why she hates me? I couldn't tell you. The old bitch has been that way since I was child. As if I know what the fuck is going on in the first place. My parents and I had been pretty happy people until my parents got choke-broke and dumped me on my grandmother like I was old news. 

Ever since then, it was like she was going to turn me into a lady no matter what I wanted in my life. My life wasn’t my own. It belonged to her like I was some serf. Fucking old bitch. So I derived as much pleasure as I could by disappointing her at every turn. Then I got into Grifton Falls University all on my own, by my own means of money. I only let them think she’s helping because I don’t need people looking into my background. She hasn’t said anything, probably to keep up pretenses and the only time she asked, I told her it wasn’t her business and she didn’t want to know. 

So, my secret is safe. She has no clue how I make it. No one does. Not even Lochlan. The guy I’ve been fucking for the last four months. The guy who took my virginity with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop. But then, he’s so good at it. Good at fucking me with mindless detachment and vulgar words. God, his depravity gets me so hot. He knows we’re nothing more than just fuck buddies. I made that clear when he propositioned me to be his main hook-up chick. I knew it was doomed to fail, but after our first time, my first time, I really, really liked it. But that’s all it is. Fucking. 

"Honestly, Ragan. I asked you—

"Does it look like I care what you want? Be thankful I’m here because you asked me to. I know you don’t like spending quality time with me. All this is a show for whoever you want to show me off to. Mother’s Day is just a trick, Grammy." She loathes that word. The look she’s giving me now? I’d so be dead by now but she recovers quickly, so none of her supposed friends can see her be anything less than perfect. 

The fact I stand toe to toe with her, irks her. I’ve never needed her for anything. And after I turned eighteen, graduated from Grifton Falls Academy and got into GFU, I moved the fuck out and into the dorms. I didn’t want anything more to do with her unless it was necessary. But I do this shit with her because she likes her petty little games and I enjoy them at times. I like seeing her shocked and disgusted. But I know I look good, so I move on. So, let’s do this dinner and just save the next visit for whenever you feel the need to move my pawn into position again.

Of course, friends of hers come up and the complete lack of emotion in her face is replaced by fake smiles. I lead us into the restaurant, wait for the host to take us to our seats and not moments after we’re sitting down, she tries to order for me. Of course, it’s some lady-sized portion. It’s not like I’m overweight. Or chubby. A size eight is smaller than average. But she’s been