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    Omega on the Run
    Omega on the Run
    Omega on the Run
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    Omega on the Run

    By Victoria Brice

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    A RUNAWAY OMEGA
    What brings a pregnant male werewolf to a human Bed and Breakfast in the middle of nowhere? Winter isn't saying. All he knows is that he has to keep one step ahead of his pursuers to protect himself and his unborn child.

    AN ALPHA LONE WOLF
    Exiled Alpha werewolf Levi has one shot at redemption: capturing the lost Omega and bringing him safely back to his rightful Pack. He has his plan down to a science, and everything's going perfectly. All except one thing: falling for Winter.

    AND THE SECRETS THAT THREATEN TO TEAR THEM APART
    Despite their initial distrust, the two wolves soon learn that the fated forces of attraction are too strong to resist, and what they seek might be closer than they thought. But will their newfound bond be enough to save them both?

    Author's note: Omega on the Run is a 30,000 word standalone short novel with a happily-ever-after ending and no cliffhangers. This story contains Alpha/Omega social dynamics, male pregnancy, knotting, and vividly steamy scenes between two hot werewolf men.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVictoria Brice
    Release dateJan 17, 2018
    ISBN9781386682264
    Omega on the Run
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    Victoria Brice

    By day, Victoria enjoys cooking, gardening, and yoga, but when night falls, the dark side of her imagination unfurls. Inspired by her past experiences in the BDSM scene, she enjoys writing slow-burn stories of power exchange and exploring the limits of fantasy.

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      Omega on the Run - Victoria Brice

      Levi

      That was him. Had to be.

      Levi stood motionless, concealed by the shadows of the overhanging pine trees, his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his old leather coat. The house was about 20 feet away, set in the middle of a clearing. A hand-painted sign in the flower bed out front proclaimed it the Silver Grove Bed and Breakfast. Most of the house was dark and silent, but there was still a light on in the kitchen. The cheerful brightness threw the figure in front of the window into sharp focus, like an actor on a stage.

      A young man, probably in his early twenties, scrubbed plates at the sink. He was unusually pretty for a male: delicate limbs, platinum hair so pale it was almost white, and full lips that curved into just a hint of a smile as he worked. But even from his vantage point, Levi could see a tenseness in his shoulders, an alert quality to the way he moved, like a rabbit who knows a predator is close by.

      The pretty man couldn’t have known Levi was there, or who he was. They’d never seen each other before in their lives. But Levi noted that he was wary just the same. That would make things interesting.

      Let the hunt begin.

      Winter

      Winter finished the last of the dishes, stacking them carefully onto the drying rack and wiping his hands on the ridiculous apron that Sadie insisted he wear. There was something weirdly satisfying about housework. You transformed something chaotic into something ordered and usable once more.

      He pressed his hands against his lower back, leaning forward with a soft groan as he stretched out his aching spine. At six months, his pregnancy was finally quite obvious, and despite his enhanced strength, he was feeling it. Three more months to go.

      The Omega took one last scan of the room. Yes, everything was in its place. The countertops gleamed, the plates and pots were neatly put away, and the floor shone beneath the ancient rag rugs. Satisfied that everything ready for tomorrow morning’s breakfast service, Winter untied his apron, tossed it on the hook, and padded upstairs.

      Sadie’s door was cracked, spilling a bar of light onto the worn hallway carpet. He knocked softly.

      Come in.

      Winter gently pushed the door open and stepped into the cozy little room. Sadie was tucked into an old-fashioned wrought iron bed piled high with lacy pillows. Her wiry waist-length white hair was braided over one shoulder, and she cradled a book in her hands. Although Sadie was probably in her mid seventies, age hadn’t dimmed the light in her warm brown eyes. She carefully marked her place in her book and smiled up at Winter. All ready for tomorrow?

      He nodded. The kitchen’s clean, and we have enough eggs. We’re running a bit low on strawberries, though.

      I’ll run into town tomorrow and get some more. Anything else?

      Nope. Just wanted to say goodnight.

      She nodded, looking up at him with obvious fondness. Thank you for your help. Sweet dreams, Winter.

      You too, Sadie. He pulled the door shut as he left her and padded down the hall to his own small room. Sadie had been using it as a storage room before he arrived, since it was way too small for a regular guest room. It had been a nursery once, and the walls were still papered with faded yellow ducks. He liked it. It made him feel safe. Or at least, as safe as he could be, given the circumstances.

      Winter went the window to draw the curtains shut. He paused, resting his forehead against the cool glass as he gazed out across the quiet lawn to the forest beyond. It was a beautiful night, late autumn, with an icy chill in the air. The half moon cast silvery light over the lawn, painting the world grey. The dark pines swayed and rustled in the night breeze. All peaceful. Quiet.

      Some instinct made him pause. He squinted slightly at one of the shadows beneath a tree. It looked out of place, different.

      He was instantly on his guard, clenching the fabric of the curtains tight between closed fists. The hair stood up on the back of Winter’s neck as he stared through the glass. Was that a person? His heart began to pound. Please, no. Not yet. Not here.

      A soft clatter behind him made him jump and whirl around, but it was only a guest closing their door down the hall. When he turned back to the window, the shadow was gone.

      Maybe he had just imagined it. After all, the moonlight could do some strange things. Impulsively, he reached up and yanked the curtains closed, blocking out the moon and the night. He was safe here, he reminded himself. Nobody would ever think to look for him here.

      Despite his attempts to reassure himself, the uneasy feeling persisted. He lay awake on the small bed, his fingertips gently tracing circles on his swollen belly, until finally falling into a restless sleep.

      Winter

      Could I get some more coffee, Winter?

      Right away, Mrs. Connor, Winter responded. He carried the carafe over to the scarred oak breakfast table, carefully pouring the hot liquid into the elderly woman’s upheld mug.

      Thanks, sweetie. Going to need our energy today, she said, grinning at her husband. Lots of antique stores to visit!

      Winter couldn’t help but chuckle at the resigned look on Mr. Connor’s face. It won’t be so bad, sir, he said. The one on Main Street has quite the impressive antique gun collection, if you’re into that sort of thing.

      Mr. Connor brightened slightly. Well thank you, son. It’s good to take advice from a local. How long have you lived here?

      Winter turned away on pretense of returning the coffee pot to its holder. Oh, just about a month now, so I wouldn’t presume to call myself a local, he said casually. But I try to learn about the best places for tourists.

      Fortunately, he was saved from any further questioning by the soft ding of the front desk bell. Excuse me, he murmured to the Connors, wiping his hands on his apron and hurrying into the front hall.

      Welcome to Silver Grove B and B, he called cheerfully as he rounded the corner to the desk. How can I… oh!

      Winter stopped dead in his tracks. A man was leaning casually on the counter. No, not a human. He was huge, well over six feet tall, and the skin-tight leather jacket he wore made it plain that he was bulging with muscles. As Winter stood, the man’s scent reached his nose: a heady combination that reminded Winter of the onset of fall: smoke and spices, with something purely masculine underneath. Alpha, his brain screamed. Werewolf. Dangerous.

      Y’all got any rooms vacant? the man asked, his voice a low rumble.

      Winter fought the urge to panic. It’s not him. Calm down. Not Marshall. It’s a different Alpha. You can do this. He forced himself to smile and step up to the desk, his heart thudding in his ears. He dropped his eyes to avoid the man’s gaze as he answered. Yes sir, we have several rooms available at the moment. How long were you planning on staying? His own voice sounded weak to him, and he swallowed hard, tapping away at the computer keyboard.

      Not sure yet, the Alpha drawled. Going to be doing some hunting. So it depends on how long it takes me to get what I need.

      Winter nodded, trying to ignore the feeling of dread that was sliding up his spine like a block of ice. Be sure to visit City Hall and pick up a hunting permit, if you haven’t already, he murmured. Now then, I’ll need a credit card and your driver’s license for the room.

      The Alpha flipped open a wallet and handed over the cards. Winter took them carefully, making sure their fingers didn’t touch, and laid them out next to the keyboard. He studied the cards as he typed the information into the hotel’s antiquated record keeping software.

      Levi Adamson, of Lost Mountain, Georgia. 27 years old. 6’7". Registered Werewolf. Hair: Black. Eyes: Amber.

      Despite his unease at being this close to an Alpha, Winter felt a shiver of curiosity. He hadn’t been this close to another werewolf for a long time, and his inner wolf was definitely intrigued.

      Turning away to the printer to hide his blush, Winter pulled out the man’s receipt and handed it over. "Breakfast service starts

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