Alpha Beast - Southern Shifters Paperback

He thought he'd been careful...

Bhric has an obsession he doesn't want anyone to know about. A weakness that could take him down if it were found out.There's also the problem of what he is. He rarely shifts because he doesn't have to. The beast inside him already has control. When he learns that the rogue Blackwood Pack knows more than they should, he'll have to choose between an obsession and the good of the Clan.

The Clan doesn't stand a chance...

Ever since Marcy woke up one morning unable to remember the previous two days, she's been on edge. Her head hurts all the time, her body burns for something she can't identify and the idea of sex with any of her usual friends with benefits repulses her. She's gone from a well adjusted, although possibly sex addicted, damned good nurse to a writhing mass of contradictions who struggles to get through her day. Oh, and she's pretty sure she has a stalker too. A big, bad and very scary tattooed beast of a man who doesn't repulse her.

His guys were happy right now. Dean, Gage, Greer and Calder had all taken mates. That left him the pissed off asshole still living in denial. They could wait a while longer before he spoiled their fun with the reality of what was coming and his foul mood.

Minutes later he was closed in his office and unscrewing the cap from a bottle of whiskey he'd pilfered from the bar downstairs on his way in. If nothing else, he could drink his beast into submission. That got him a vicious growl in his head that made his temples pound.

"Shut the fuck up."

Before he could get too far with the booze and his internal fight, his phone buzzed. He reached into his pocket and fished it out. The screen read Calder.

Probably calling to find out where he was. Bhric debated not answering and then pictured the entire gaggle of his extended family invading his office instead.

Fuck that.

Instead of declining the call he pressed answer and growled into the phone, "What?"

Yep, he was surly and that was Calder's problem not his. He had a bottle of whiskey waiting for him and he didn't like being interrupted.

"You need to get over to Sienna's place. We've got a problem."
Bhric rubbed his temples, not ready to deal with more problems. But the serious edge in the bear's voice made his body go rigid. He wasn't going to like this. At all.

"On my way." He didn't bother asking for details. It would only take him a few minutes to return to the bakery and he got the impression that getting there was more important than talking about it. At least it gave him something to do to take his mind off of one sweet nurse with a body made for sin. Cliché or not, it was the fucking truth.

Since meeting the little saucy woman who helped birth Niki's cub, his sexual desires had gone through the roof. And he'd been pretty voracious before then. The difference being that now he only had his hand to relieve the pressure.

Until he could claim her, there would be no one else. Nothing but a mate could soothe the beast from a mating call...