Claiming the Alpha
True Mates Generations Book 2
Alicia Montgomery
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2019 Alicia Montgomery
Edited by LaVerne Clark
Cover by Jacqueline Sweet
All rights reserved.
Also by Alicia Montgomery
The True Mates Series
Fated Mates
Blood Moon
Romancing the Alpha
Witch’s Mate
Taming the Beast
Tempted by the Wolf
The Lone Wolf Defenders Series
Killian’s Secret
Loving Quinn
All for Connor
The True Mates Standalone Novels
Holly Jolly Lycan Christmas
A Mate for Jackson: Bad Alpha Dads
True Mates Generations
A Twist of Fate
Claiming the Alpha
Alpha Ascending
A Witch in Time
The Blackstone Mountain Series
The Blackstone Dragon Heir
The Blackstone Bad Dragon
The Blackstone Bear
The Blackstone Wolf
The Blackstone Lion
The Blackstone She-Wolf
The Blackstone She-Bear
The Blackstone She-Dragon
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Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Sneak Peek: Alpha Ascending
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Prologue
Darius Corvinus surveyed the glitz and glamour of his surroundings, barely able to hide the contempt seething inside him. This gathering brought together some of the most prominent Lycans in the world, and to say that he felt out of place was an understatement.
The silk tuxedo tie around his neck felt like a noose, and he had to fight his every instinct to tug at it so he could breathe. His uncle Anatoli said it was necessary; that they would never let him into the ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria if he wasn’t dressed properly. The gold-embossed invite on the cream linen paper wasn’t enough to grant him entrance to the ascension ceremony of the two most powerful would-be Alphas in the world. He had to look like he belonged.
He huffed. Where did he belong? That was the question. Maybe it was far away, in that poor, dusty village in Romania where he grew up. But it had been more than two decades since he’d been there, and he doubted he would even recognize it now much less feel at home there. But then again, he didn’t feel like he belonged in America either. Not since—
Someone jostled him, knocking him out of his thoughts. He gritted his teeth, scoffing mentally at the people around him laughing and chatting without a care in the world. All these Lycans in such an enclosed space wasn’t good for him, or his wild wolf. But relentless practice over the years had taught him to rein in his animal’s nature. So that he could be normal. Or at least, appear to be anyway.
Being chosen to attend such a gathering should have been an honor. But his uncle Anatoli knew he would hate it. Perhaps that was the reason why he sent him here. As head of The Family, Anatoli Corvinus had every right to give him orders, and as his nephew and one of his enforcers, Darius had no choice but to obey. Privately, he had voiced his objections to Anatoli.
“Why must I go?” he had asked him. “Surely you must be the one to represent us.”
“And that is the reason why I cannot be there,” Anatoli answered. “I am far too busy with business for such trivial matters.”
Darius bit his tongue, not wanting to point out that the ascension of a new Alpha—technically, their Alpha—was not a trivial matter. But then again, Frankie Anderson had all but abandoned her post as New Jersey’s Alpha, so why should it matter who would be taking up the mantle after her? The Family could run their business as they had done the past few decades, no matter who the Alpha was.
“Champagne, sir?”
He stared down at the young woman holding up a tray of delicate glass flutes filled with bubbly liquid. Human. For a moment, her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth gaped. He was used to such a reaction, from both Lycans and non-Lycans alike. Usually it was the tattoos that covered most of his upper body that made people gawk, though his tuxedo jacket and shirt hid most of the ink on his skin. So, most likely, it was the shock of pure silvery gray hair on his head. If it wasn’t for his height or bulk, most people would have thought he was an old man. The few who dared talk to him would often ask if he dyed his hair, to which he would just answer a simple no.
“Sir?” the young woman repeated.
He shook his head. “No, thank you.”
She gave him a nod and walked away, proffering her drinks to the other guests. Alcohol was not something he enjoyed, and this certainly was not a celebration for him or The Family. Though he came as a representative, this was also part of business. When it came to The Family, everything was about the business. He was here to scope out the new Alpha, and to report any findings back to his uncle.
Something soft brushed past him, and he heard the rustle of fabric and felt the caress of silk against the back of his hand. He froze, his spine going all stiff. His inner wolf, too, went very still, its ears standing at attention. When he turned, he scented it—something sweet and delicious. He closed his eyes to get a better read on the scent. It reminded him of the sweet cheese pastries of his childhood, the ones his bunică—grandmother—used to make.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze fixing on the woman in a long dress walking away from him. He didn’t know why, but he had an urge to follow her. And
