The year is 2232 in a post-apocalyptic realm, where shifters and humans are far and few between. The packs are still at war, ranking females are in high demand and humans struggle to survive under the laws of shifters. Gabriel Grayson is the alpha of the Renegade pack, a pack for hire. They are seen as deserters, rogues, who go against everything a pack ought to be in this era. Paid for their services as mercenaries, they didn’t care what the cause was, just who could put their money where their mouth was. That is until Gabe meets Hope Jordan, better known as Stixs. A sassy and gutsy blond, who has Gabe thinking twice about whose money to take and which side he should be fighting with. With impending war between the Raven Knights and Cardinal Moon pack, Stix’s father reaches out to the Renegades, in a desperate attempt to save his daughter and his pack. When the Renegades are offered a substantial amount more to fight for the enemy, it’s more than Stix’s father has, and she finds herself willing to submit to the power-hungry Alpha Crane who is willing to start a war just so he can have her. Until she meets Gabe Grayson, the mysterious and dangerous Renegade; His looks and brooding have Stixs drawn to him, and she hoped he would be the one to save her from the clutches of their enemy. Gabe has a choice to make, the highest bidder or doing the right thing. Can Stixs convince Gabe and his renegades that she is worth fighting for or will she have to give in to save the lives of her pack? Because no one survives The Renegades.
View MoreGABEI don’t offer the four strangers a seat and certainly wasn’t going to be hospitable and offer them a drink. “State your offer.” I coldly demand wanting them out of my bar and away from my town.I had no interest in their offer for the pure fact they gave me bad vibes. I hated packs and ranks like these fuckers. They thought they were better than everyone else. That the laws only suited them when they decided.The laws of the packs were fashioned by assholes like this who wore fancy attire and sly smirks thinking their money gave them power.It was because of packs like these four came from that were the downfall of my father and mother. My parents had caved to elite packs, giving in and going against everything they stood for, and at what cost? Their daughters? The ultimate cost was their lives.They allowed Seffy to be used as a bargaining chip. Making a deal that didn’t benefit anyone in the long run. A deal that went south because I didn’t allow it to happen.The biggest of the
GABEThrowing the last few items I would need into my pack; I zipped it up and threw it over my shoulder before heading downstairs to say goodbye to Seffy and make sure everything was covered.I would only be gone for three days. Four at the max but I still worried about my sister even if Jamerson was staying to make sure shit ran smoothly around here.“Alpha?” Bailey's sweet and innocent voice traveled through the apartment and to my ears. I had almost forgotten that she was still in my bed.“Get dressed and go home,” I tell her without any emotion. “I’ll be gone for a few days.”“I heard the Renegades are going to war?” She questions timidly thinking it wasn’t any of her business.I nod, “We are. Maybe. It depends on the people we may fight against.” The truth was, getting involved in pack wars was every Renegade’s business, including the Goodtime Girls.I wouldn’t hide anything from our group of outcasts. I hoped they would all fight with us, and they would if they wanted a payday.
STIXSThe clock on the wall reads 10 pm. Internally I groan and outwardly I shift uncomfortably in my seat. The dress annoys the shit out of me as it gathers around my waist.I wonder how much longer I needed to sit with my father and entertain Alpha Crane. Who was not going easy on the wine either.The ticking of the second hand on the clock got louder as I tried to drown out Crane’s slimy voice while he proceeded to tell my father the benefits of our packs merging under him once he claimed me.I tilt my head and flick my gaze from the clock to my father whose face seems to be reddening with each passing second. Finally, I pay attention to the conversation.“With our growth and your fuel crops Crimson Moon will be the most powerful pack this side of the world.” Crane sips the dark berry drink, a few drops dribbling down his potholed chin. Not bothering with a napkin, he wipes the spillage with the back of his suit jacket. “You will be able to step down from Alpha and my heir will take
STIXSShifting uncomfortably, I looked at myself in the vanity mirror. The midnight blue dress was too tight. Too poofy. Too pretty. And so not me. I wasn’t used to wearing glamorous clothes such as this. But it had belonged to my mother.I only wish I wasn’t wearing it for creepy Crane and instead, wearing it to some fancy gala or party.Ruby finished putting the last touches on my hair. Even that was too fancy for me.“You look just like your mother.” I glance back in the mirror to see my father filling the door frame to my room.I smile when I see the sheen that coats his eyes. I once asked him why he never took another mate. He told me he could never love another like he did her and that the pain of her loss still sat heavily on his heart.Through the years I had hoped that he would meet someone to fill that void. But he never has to my knowledge. I was young when my mother was murdered and though I felt her absence and had fond memories of her, it wasn’t the same for me.“Thank yo
GABE“So, what are you thinking oh fearless leader of ours?” Jamerson asks as I roll another barrel his way to change out.I lean against a case of liquor, some of our own brand, Propping an elbow on top. He was talking about the Raven Knights pack. “I think you should tell me your thoughts.” I shrug watching him re-hook the line to the keg.“No. No. You don’t get to put this on me.” He laughs, glancing at me. “This is your call, Gabe.”Swiping a hand down my face, realizing I need to shave when I feel the rough stubble scratch my palm. “The cause is sound. The money not so much.” I cut Jamerson off as he tries to rebuttal my statement. “But… I keep thinking of my sister. How she didn’t have a choice, how her voice wasn’t heard. Then think of how the alpha is willing to give up everything he has to keep his daughter out of the hands of a tyrannical pack.”“So, we’re taking the job?” Jamerson stands to his full height now all the kegs have been changed, crosses his arms, and sits on the
STIXSPulling the heavy door open to one of the enormous greenhouses that sit on our pack lands, I contemplate what my father is trying to do. The hot air hits me and I struggle to pull air into my lungs. The vast difference between the heat outside and the muggy heat inside the greenhouse is a sudden change and it takes a minute to adjust.I lift my nose and scent the air, trying to catch a whiff of Ruby’s perfume. The only thing I can smell is the overbearing scent of oranges.I couldn’t get it out of my head that my father was willing to give every penny he had to a mercenary pack of wolves just to keep me from falling into Alpha Crane's hands.On one hand, I’m proud of my father for sticking up for me. On the other hand, I just can't wrap my head around him sacrificing so much just for me. We couldn’t go to war with the Crimson Moon pack. We would lose for sure. With or without this band of rogue wolves. That and I wasn’t worth the lives of our warriors or the future of this pack.
GABEKillian had come back last night after spending a day at the Raven Knights' pack. I’m sitting in the usual booth waiting for him to grace me with his presence. I would have had a sit-down last night, but he didn’t pull into town until the early hours of the morning, saying he needed sleep and attention. Making a point to say ‘attention first then sleep’.The Raven Knights pack was a good day’s drive from here, so he had been gone almost three days.I watch my sister dry and shelve glasses, preparing to open this afternoon. I smile to myself knowing the bar gives her purpose and insanely keeps her sane.“I can feel your eyes on me, Gabe!” She shouts with her back turned to me. “Why?” She questions still putting up glasses.“It's because big bro loves you to death,” Jamerson says walking in through the back of the bar and leaning over the end of the counter.I let out a low growl when I see the way my best friend's eyes roam over my sister. *Whatever you are thinking… I’ll kill you.
STIXI glanced towards my father who was wearing a sheepish look. Yeah, he should have talked to me last night. “You can call me Stix’s” I reply coolly, taking his large hand and feeling the warmth from it. I expected him to show dominance and grip me, instead, his large thumb stroked the back of my small hand in a flirtatious kind of way.My stomach flutters as this handsome man locks his deep blue orbs with mine. He was easy on the eyes, confident and built, and a good foot plus taller than me. His blue-washed jeans hugged his thighs and his white shirt stretched across his arms tightly showing off his toned muscles. The black vest he wore donned the skull of a wolf with crossbones.I furrowed my eyes, trying to think where I had seen that image before.“Stixs? That’s unusual,” The blond hunk chuckles.“She was given that nickname as a kid, it stuck.” My father laughs along with him but for a different reason.Stixs was the name my mother had given to me because I didn’t take any st
STIXSMy father came back late into the night, two days after he had left. I stayed up waiting for him, pacing the front of the pack house like a possessed cat. Ready to pounce as soon as he steps out of the car or through the door, and demand answers from him. I hate being left in the dark and not knowing what is going on.Finally, around 2 am his car pulls up. He, Beta Branston, and two of his top warriors exit the vehicle. He looks tired and worried, and I detect a little edginess in him. Heightening my curiosity at where he might have been even more.“Pops,” I call out to him as he tells his men goodnight. I stood there with my hands on my hips and an accusatory look on my face. “Where have you been?” I glare at him when he acknowledges me.“Tomorrow, Hope. Let’s talk tomorrow. This old man is too tired tonight.” He says while hooking an arm around my shoulder and leading me back into the pack house.I knew he was tired; I wasn’t an idiot. I could see the dark circles under his ful
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