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    The Pack Master's Omega: Ridge City Pup Pack, #2
    The Pack Master's Omega: Ridge City Pup Pack, #2
    The Pack Master's Omega: Ridge City Pup Pack, #2
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    The Pack Master's Omega: Ridge City Pup Pack, #2

    By Kellan Larkin

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    “I’m gentle with you now, but I won’t be in a little bit. So enjoy it.”


    Gavin is a dog shifter running from a dark, traumatic past. All he wants is a home, a mate, and a family. When he stumbles into the Ridge City Pack's territory, he gets way more than he bargained for.

    As the pack's new Omega, he serves the Alpha, Trey, who has kinky tastes. But when Trey's ambitions get too big, Gavin's past threatens to disrupt the new peace he's found.

    Has he finally found the home he's been looking for?
    Or will the violence of the shifter life take it away again?

    Find out in this standalone novella with a HEA!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKellan Larkin
    Release dateDec 18, 2016
    ISBN9781540137180
    The Pack Master's Omega: Ridge City Pup Pack, #2

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      The Pack Master's Omega - Kellan Larkin

      Chapter

      One

      My eyes watered briefly as I remembered the intensity of the pain and then it hit me, streaking into my heart like a bolt of lightning. It had never left. I had a heavy case of survivor’s guilt, and it lurked in my subconscious like a sleeping, malevolent god, always ready to rear its head and take

      over

      me

      .

      I needed a pack. If I didn’t find one, I’d end up just like them—a mangled mess on the side of the road, unknown and unmourned. That was my top priority now that I’d moved to this new city. I could only hope a guardian angel would take a shine to me this time, help me find a nice little niche for myself with good friends and good people. That’s all I wanted, really. 

      I slipped my clothes off and dropped to the ground, turning to a dog as I did so. Then I let myself out of the fence and onto the streets. I caught a glimpse of myself in a dirty sliver of glass—a smaller, salt and pepper dog, with floppy ears and a fluffy tail. To a human observer, I might look cute. But I didn’t get through the world by looking cute. I was a survivor.

      My immediate goal for tonight, my first night in this city, was to look for other dogs, or at least see what smells I could pick up. In all the cities I had been to so far, loners like myself were treated warily but respectfully, so I was banking on that continuing here. I had heard from other drifters that there were some cities where dogs without a pack were killed on sight. I could only hope that this wasn’t one

      of

      them

      .

      I also had to find out where I had bought an apartment. That was one of the obnoxious things about moving to the city as a dog shifter—you could very well find that your human home was on enemy turf. It didn’t happen too often, because shifters coordinated with each other, but I didn’t have any connections here, so I wasn’t as prepared as I’d have liked

      to

      be

      .

      I picked up a scent pretty easily; there was a lot of shifter activity in this city, that was for sure. There was a lot of information my dog brain picked up from the scent that my human brain couldn’t quite make sense of, but that was okay. As long as I could get my bearings here, I’d

      be

      fine

      .

      As I walked along the road, the smells started to converge and I wondered if I’d stumbled upon a pack hideout. That could be dangerous; I was sure they didn’t want random dogs stumbling onto it. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen anyone yet, and I needed to talk to someone, so I could introduce myself and throw myself on their mercy. It wasn’t the most dignified method of getting settled in a new city, but I didn’t really have a choice. I needed the security.

      I stopped in my tracks and felt my ears twitch as I focused on a sound coming from a side street. It was the sound of other dogs, muffled like it was coming from inside a building. It sounded like there were a lot of dogs. I had almost certainly stumbled upon a hideout.

      I lost my resolve and turned tail to run. I didn’t want to risk it just yet. I was still feeling exhausted from my journey today. I didn’t have a lot of money as a human, so I did much of my traveling as a dog, after shipping or selling most of my belongings, and my paws were aching and blistered. I didn’t need a fight, not now. I wasn’t up

      to

      it

      .

      But I had discovered something very useful. Maybe I could swing by the place as a human, I thought. I quickly nixed that idea. It would look and smell entirely unremarkable to any human that passed by it; it was just an abandoned warehouse after all. I wouldn’t even be able to get into the grounds, most likely.

      Well, I could decide what to do about it in the morning. I trotted back home, my nerves on edge. I couldn’t let my guard down until I was on the other side of the fence in the little grass backyard. At any moment, I might be ambushed. As it turned out, I didn’t really rest until I was curled up in my bed, the front door locked and bolted and the windows closed tightly.

      I had had to spend the whole of next week trying to find work. I loved children and had experience working with them, so the natural route for me to go was to be an elementary school teacher. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the stability to get one of those jobs, so I went for the next best thing—substitute teaching.

      Despite my transience, I had managed to pick up a few substitute teaching jobs in my journey, and I had references. It would be a good way to get familiar with the people who worked in this school system. When I eventually applied for a job, they’d know me. That could make all the difference.

      But I hadn’t counted on the kids at this school. As much as I enjoyed teaching and children, I had a hard time with a group of unruly kids who didn’t know me or have any reason to listen to me. It had been a rough day. I had to let loose a little bit. The clear choice was to go to a bar, and it would be a nice way to get to know

      the

      city

      .

      A little bit of internet research helped point me in the direction of the city’s gay neighborhood, where I could find some spots to hang out and check out the scene. I definitely wasn’t looking for romance right now, or even sex, for that matter, but it was always interesting to learn about the culture of a new place.

      I couldn’t decide which one to go to so I just decided to go to the one that was closest, which turned out to be Hades. It looked like it was more of a fetish or leather type place, which was fine by me. That sort of thing didn’t make me uncomfortable, and the people-watching would be top notch—critical if I was going to be going out alone.

      Something about hanging out in gay spaces with people who were unabashedly themselves—that is, bedecked in leather straps, chains, and the like—was that I felt more comfortable about being a shifter. I had been born a shifter, not turned, so I was better off than those who were turned later in life, but it was still hard to live in a world that didn’t acknowledge your identity.

      I went up to the bar and got a beer, having a seat and quietly looking around. I was getting the vibe that this bar had its own distinct community and that outsiders were noticed. I sensed a few people glancing at me. That was fine. I was new; they could scope me out if they wanted to.

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