Alpha to My Omega
Taylor has always been the party-boy alpha. His lifestyle was one of fun and games until an accident forced him into a stay at Galothside, the prison made by the Gryphon Council to maintain order throughout the pack. But after his release, can Taylor make his life anew, or will old friends and familiar ways land him in trouble once again?
Dillon can't seem to escape the devastation he feels after the mix up with Callum. Embarrassed and feeling alone, he finds himself on a destructive path that may cause more pain than he could have ever imagined.
While the two could turn their collision into a positive change, they may just end up destroying one another instead.
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Here's a taste from book one:
Griffin moved a hand to his head as blood rushed up his neck,
causing a pounding in his ears. Despite the dizzy spell that hit, he tried to
focus on the paperwork in front of him. Pressing in on his temples with his
fingers, he willed the pain away as he massaged the sides of his head. Almost
as quickly as it had arrived, the pressure left and the world around him
snapped back into focus.
A soft knock on his office door was followed by a
sweet-sounding voice. “Mr. Parker?” The door cracked open and Terri’s bright
smile filled the space.
“Yes,” Griffin said, moving his hands back to the desk and
picking up a pen in front of him, attempting a look of normalcy.
“There’s a gentleman here who would like to discuss a
business loan with you. Do you have a moment?”
“Of course, send him in.” Placing the pen back down, Griffin
stood from his leather chair and walked over to the doorway as Terri opened it
wider.
“Mr. Riley, right this way,” Terri said, ushering the man through
the door.
“Griffin Parker,” Griffin said as he thrust his hand
forward.
“Keegan Riley.” The young man placed his hand in Griffin’s, gripping
it tightly and shaking it firmly.
“Please,” Griffin said, directing Keegan to an awaiting
chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”
Keegan sat down while Griffin made his way back to his swiveling
high back. Once seated, Griffin inspected the man. He looked to be in his late
twenties. Jet black hair reaching his lower earlobes framed the strong features
of Keegan’s face. He was clean-shaven and wore a pair of black-framed glasses
that gave him a hot, nerdy boy look.
“How can I be of assistance?” Griffin asked, grabbing a
notebook from a nearby stack of papers.
The younger gentleman looked nervous but was trying to act
as though he wasn’t. He squared his shoulders and looked Griffin straight in
his eyes. “I’m looking to start a business and was hoping your bank could help
me with a loan to supplement my existing capital.”
“What type of business are you looking to start?” Griffin
asked while writing a few notes on the pad.
“A bar,” Keegan said, his eyes taking on a new luster as he
talked about it. “A tavern, really.”
“Really?” Griffin moved his eyes from the paper to study
Keegan again. Keegan didn’t look like a bar owner. Not that Griffin would make
the presumption out loud. Everyone had a right to be who they wanted to be, but
something about Keegan didn’t scream bartender
to Griffin.
“Yes,” Keegan said, pulling out a folder from the satchel he
was carrying. “I’ve inherited a space from a family member and believe it would
be a perfect spot.” Keegan opened the folder and pulled out a small set of
photographs from the stack of papers within. Handing them across the desk to
Griffin, he continued. “The space is a commercial property on the outskirts of
town. It’s within the city limits, but in an area that could enjoy the products
I want to offer.”
Griffin scanned the photos, listening to Keegan’s plans.
“I’d like to remodel, obviously. My father used it as an
investment property. The most recent tenant closed their business a few months
ago. Rather than renting it out again, I thought I could make a go at running
my own place.”
“Do you have a business plan?”
“I do,” Keegan responded, pulling out another set of
documents and passing them to Griffin. Griffin took the papers and glanced over
Keegan’s plans. Mostly, the documents were straightforward. The plans outlined
the potential market, startup costs, and inventory requirements.
“Looks like you’ve put a lot of work into this.” Griffin put
the papers in a neat stack and looked across the desk at Keegan. “How much are
you looking to borrow?”
“I have about twenty thousand in savings, but I don’t
believe that will be enough for me to remodel and purchase the inventory I
need. Based on my estimates, I think another seventy-five thousand should get
me up and running.”
“Seventy-five,” Griffin repeated, picking up his pen again
and returning to his notepad. “And what type of collateral are you thinking of
using?”
“I own the space free and clear,” Keegan said. “I’m sure it
should appraise at more than enough to cover the loan.”
“I tend to agree,” Griffin said. “But don’t hold me to that
before the appraisal is final. I don’t want to make you a promise I can’t keep.
Let’s get an application started, and I’ll get Terri to copy your business plan
for our files. Sound good?”
“Definitely,” Keegan said with a broad smile.
“Great. I’ll be right back.” Griffin stood and walked to the
door, taking the small stack of papers and photographs he’d gathered from
Keegan during the brief meeting. After a conversation with Terri, he came back
and typed on his computer.
Keegan sat in silence, watching Griffin move through various
screens of the system. He spoke only when Griffin asked questions, afraid he
might jinx the process if he interrupted it. Terri stepped into the office,
placing a folder on Griffin’s desk and handing Keegan his documents and
pictures.
“Thank you,” Keegan said as he took the stack from her.
“You’re welcome,” she replied. “Can I get you anything to
drink?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“I’m here if you change your mind.” Turning to Griffin, she added,
“I’ve got those copied and scanned to your drive.”
“Thanks, Terri,” Griffin said, picking the file up and
flipping through several pages of the business plan before returning to the
keyboard.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” she said before
heading for the door.
“I think I have everything in order,” Griffin said, turning
to Keegan. “I’ll get an appraisal ordered, and then, pending a good report, we
can get everything finished up. Will you be available to meet with an appraiser
this week?”
“Absolutely,” Keegan said. “I’m free anytime.”
“How can I reach you?”
“Let me give you my cell number.” Keegan rattled off the
numbers as Griffin captured them on a post-it note and stuck the number inside
the new file.
“I’ll get Terri right on it, and we’ll get something set up.
You should hear from us by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Thank you so much.” Keegan stood and offered his hand to
Griffin.
“I hope we can help,” Griffin said, taking Keegan’s hand. A
rush of heat raced up his arm and his blood pounded in his ears again. Griffin
released Keegan’s hand and raised his fingers to his temple.
A worried expression
crossed Keegan’s face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Griffin said. “Sorry, I got dizzy for a second. I’m
good.” Griffin stood taller. “We’ll call you.”
“Okay,” Keegan said. “Thanks again.” He walked out the door,
and Griffin heard Terri saying goodbye. Taking a seat, he moved his fingertips
back to the sides of his head. What the hell was going on with him today?
Griffin picked up the folder with the color photocopies of
the space Keegan was using for the bar. He looked at the brick walls and
imagined Keegan standing behind a bar settled in front of the wide expanse. A
mirrored backdrop reflected the dozens of liquor bottles lining glass shelves
as Keegan poured his new patrons a drink. Hell, it might be a nice place for
Griffin to hang out. Especially if Keegan would be manning the bar.
Something about Keegan was mesmerizing. Griffin couldn’t stop
imagining his face. The lines of his jaw and high cheekbones gave him an almost
effeminate quality. But his eyes…those bright, sparkling green eyes. They
seemed to pierce right through Griffin’s gaze as he sat across from him.
As the day progressed, thoughts of Keegan didn’t dissipate.
The drive to the gym, a quick dinner at home, and an hour in front of the TV
didn’t take his mind away from the dark stranger. Even in his sleep, Griffin dreamed
of Keegan. It was almost as if a new obsession had taken over Griffin’s mind.
Even his dreams betrayed him. Griffin’s subconscious wanted to know what this
new, sexy nerd in his life looked like without the shirt and khakis he’d worn
to the bank.
Just as Keegan unbuttoned his shirt in the erotic office sex
dream Griffin was having, an alarm sounded near his ear on the bedside table.
“Damnit.” Griffin rolled over and pressed the button on his
phone to stop the noise. “Just when things were getting good.” He groaned,
rolling out of bed and heading to the shower.
Once he’d put on his suit and was ready to step out the
door, his cell rang. He grabbed his keys before swiping the phone from its
resting place and rolled his eyes before answering.
“Good morning, Mother.”
“Hi, sweetie. How are you?”
“I’m good, Mom. What’s up?”
“I was just calling to see how my favorite son was doing.”
“And?”
“And what? Can’t I call to say hello?”
Griffin laughed. “Not at seven in the morning. You’re up to
something. What is it?”
“I’m not up to anything. Maybe I should ask you what you’re up
to…” Her voice was singsongy and full of mischief.
“I’m heading to work, like most people at this time of the
morning.”
“Will you see him again today?”
Damnit…
“Mother, what are you talking about?”
“You may pretend you’re not one of us, but don’t play coy
with me.” She was right, and Griffin knew it. No matter how much he wished it
wasn’t true, she always knew.
“I don’t know if I will. And it doesn’t matter―”
“It matters,” she said, cutting him off. “You’re almost
forty. Time is running out for you to find your one.”
Griffin sighed as he walked out the front door and to his
car. “Mom, you know I don’t care about any of that.”
“Griffin, you have responsibilities, like it or not. It’s
time you got over this—this…whatever it is you’re going through—and take your
rightful place in the family line.”
“Mom, I have to go to work now. I love you…”
“Griffin,” she said, resigning to drop her motherly tone. “You
know I want what is best for you. I want to see you happy, in love, and starting
a family.”
“I know you do, Mom. It’s just not in the cards for me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she said. “Don’t temp fate. She can
be a conniving one.”
“Bye, Mom.”
“I love you, sweetie. Have a safe drive and a good day at
work.”
Griffin hung up the phone. His mother didn’t bring up their
heritage often, but as he got older, she had begun slipping things into their
conversation more often. Things that Griffin decided a long time ago wouldn’t
be a part of his life. Why did god have to allow omegas to feel the emotional
connections of their family. It was hard to forget about the life you were
trying to leave behind when your mother could tell every time I was interested
in someone.
Besides, he didn’t even know if Keegan was into guys. He’d
formed a fascination based on a meeting with a guy who he would only see a few
more times. Griffin needed to find a normal guy to settle down with. Someone
who would share his life and not worry about his past. Someone who wouldn’t
care that he didn’t want to take the place of the reigning pack alpha.
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