Vigilante Alpha by Denise Baer
From a human trafficking site to a werewolf community, one of the saved victims is the Alpha’s fated mate.
LARC
Since my father died and I took over as Alpha of the Steelclaw Warriors Pack, we started working with the FBI to take down human traffickers. During a recent mission, we saved ten women from the skin trade. My Goddess, I’ve waited my whole life to find my fated mate, and it turns out she’s one of the recent victims.
A human.
My mother and my Beta don’t think Ivy is Luna material. They believe the needs of the pack come first, and that I should choose another mate. A mate who isn’t human, or broken beyond belief.
But from the moment I laid eyes on her, I refused to give her up.
Mine!
IVY
The day I took my first breath; my mother took her last. Because my father blamed me for taking away the love of his life, his dislike of me was prevalent throughout childhood. At the first available opportunity, I fled to my boyfriend’s place. Years later, he tired of me, so he sold me as a sex slave to the highest bidder.
After years of abuse, my soul is shattered. I’m no good to anyone, let alone this earth.
The man who saved us offered me a home, except nothing could prepare me for when I find out I’m living amongst werewolves.
Once I’m in his arms, I experience a warmth in my soul for the first time.
He’s home.
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Ivy’s ex-boyfriend wants her back, including the money he lost in the skin trade deal.
Larc and the pack are about to go to war with her ex, who has friends on Capitol Hill.
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I am a Chicago native pulled from the shackles of a 9 to 5 job, and wound up in a small town in Germany to follow my writing dreams. As Gwendolyn Brooks said, “Writing is a delicious agony.”
A multi-genre author, wife, and mother of a furry one, I jumped over the big pond into another culture. My writing ideas come from living life. “How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” Henry David Thoreau.