Alpha Ascending
True Mates Generations Book 3
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.
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Blood Moon
Romancing the Alpha
Witch’s Mate
Taming the Beast
Tempted by the Wolf
The Lone Wolf Defenders Series
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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
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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Prologue
Detective Sofia Selinofoto was not having a good day.
When she came in for her shift that morning in New York’s Midtown Precinct, the first piece of news she got was that the suspect she’d been keeping tabs on skipped town. Then at around lunchtime, the DNA results from a murder case she had been working on for six weeks had come back inconclusive. Finally, at around mid-afternoon, the lawyer of the witness in a robbery case called her and said his client had changed his mind about testifying. Months of work down the fucking drain.
They said that bad luck often came in threes, and she was really hoping that fate was done screwing her over, because she’d already reached her quota.
It didn’t need repeating that she was not having a good day. But, by the look on her captain’s face as he approached her, it wasn’t going to get better.
“Selinofoto.” Steve Bushnell’s voice was low and gravely, containing all the brusqueness one would expect from a police captain. A former Marine, Bushnell had a reputation as a hard-ass, but he also ran a tight ship.
“Sir,” she greeted, putting away a folder into her file cabinet.
“Are you headed home?”
The clock on her desk said it was already 9:00 p.m. “Yes, sir.” She studied the look on his face, noting the flash of irritation in his clear blue eyes. Not at her, she could tell, but by what he was about to ask her. She liked the captain and that he didn’t tolerate bullshit or the other shit people around her had put her through after The Incident. “What can I do for you, Captain?”
“There’s been a disturbance in Midtown at some club. I need you to go check it out.”
“I’m almost ready to clock out.” Then, glancing around her, she realized there were no other detectives around her. She could have sworn that Rodriguez and James were right behind her just minutes ago. Their shift went until midnight, while hers should have been done three hours ago. Of course. Someone at dispatch probably warned them about the call and they conveniently disappeared. Assholes. But she was used to it, after all these months.
“I really do hate to put you out, but I’m out of options.”
She let out a long, inner sigh. If she wasn’t loyal to this man who had protected her and made sure she was still doing what she loved, she would have told him tough shit and to find someone else. “A disturbance at a club, huh?”
“Yeah. Probably just some kids who couldn’t take their liquor.” Anyone under forty was a “kid” to Bushnell. “Just take some statements and check it out.” He handed her a slip of paper.
Reading it, she let out a loud, “Hmmm.” She placed the paper in her pocket and then picked up her jacket. “All right, I’ll head there. Want me to come back and file the report right away?”
“Do it tomorrow. Head home right after.”
“Will do.” She inclined her head at him and then grabbed her bag. The address the captain had given her wasn’t too far, and it only took her ten minutes to drive to the place. There was already one black and white parked outside. She pulled up next to it and exited the door, then checked to make sure she was at the right place.
The sign outside the sleek black door said “Blood Moon.” A strange sensation ran down the line of her back. There was something about this place … had it always been there? She’d been working in Midtown for years, since she got out of the academy. Two years as a beat cop and then five as a detective. She must have driven down this street at least once a week, yet she never noticed the club nor recalled if she’d ever even seen it until tonight. Maybe it was new or they had renamed it, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what stood here before.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she strolled up to the front door. There was no line of people waiting to get in, yet two burly bouncers guarded it, blocking her way. When she came closer, one of them took a step toward her.
“Easy there, boys.” She flashed her detective’s badge. The two men looked at each other, looking unsure. She flashed them a freezing look, not really in the mood to tolerate any chauvinistic bullshit right now. The one man backed away and even gestured to open the door for her, but she beat him to it, pushing the heavy onyx barrier with both hands and then stepped inside the club.
Most people underestimated her because of her size
