Alpha in HeatA Meadowfall Firefighters Novel
Anna Wineheart
Contents
Alpha in Heat
1. Four Years Ago
2. The Worst Interview Ever
3. Dom Gets Grilled
4. What is That SMELL?
5. Bar Nights Part 1
6. Bar Nights Part 2
7. Bar Nights Part 3
8. Dom is Screwed
9. Jesse Loses His Temper
10. Bar Nights Part 4
11. Dom is In Deep
12. Christmas Eve
13. Donut Wars: The Beginning
14. Things Get Real
15. “Donut”
16. The Donut Mystery
17. The Mysterious Morning Sickness
18. Jesse Freaks Out
19. “Donut”, or “Please”
20. The Chapter of Many Kisses
21. Dom Does Not Want To Grovel
22. Secret’s Out
23. Bite Me
24. Strength is
25. Dom Meets the Family
26. The Little Things
27. Dom Tries To Save Jesse
28. Jesse’s in Trouble
29. Dom Comes to the Rescue
30. Jesse Wakes Up
31. More Donuts
32. The Color of Love
33. Childbirth
Epilogue
Also by Anna
About the Author
Copyright Anna Wineheart 2020
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events 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.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This novel contains graphic sexual content between two men. Intended for mature readers only.
Warnings: On-page torture, past torture, past human experimentation, past organ transplant/additions, past lover suicide, self-harm ideation, consensual dubcon-play, some violence, some gore
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Alpha in Heat
Alpha-preg. Enemies-to-lovers. Boss/Subordinate. May/Dec.
Jesse Sinclair has secrets. A mountain of them. At twenty, newly-rescued from a human trafficking ring, he's eager for a new beginning. That means not looking at his case files, and not knowing what his captors have done to him. It's all in the past. It doesn't matter anymore.
Except it does, when his PTSD gets him off on the wrong foot with his fire station deputy, Dom. Dom is alpha-as-hell, twice his age, and it's clear he doesn't want Jesse on the team. Jesse joins the station family anyway, and everyone welcomes him with open arms. That is, everyone but Dom, who challenges him to drinking matches.
Dom, who subdues him during his panic attacks.
Dom, who kisses him and pretends it didn't happen.
But the biggest secret is the one even Jesse doesn't know--back in the Facility, his body was altered. Something Jesse should've discovered before following Dom home one night.
The simmering heat between them explodes. Jesse ends up conceiving a child. He's not prepared for this at all.
Alpha in Heat is a 84k-word standalone slow-burn non-shifter MPreg romance, with two very aggressive alphas, secret donut gifts, an accidental pregnancy, and a station family who loves them both despite their quirks.
1
Four Years Ago
“#301 is too young for this,” Rutherford said, unease twisting through his gut. “He’s only sixteen.”
“I beg your pardon. Sixteen is the perfect age for this.” On the other side of the operating table, Dr. Larson pinned Rutherford with a cold stare over steel-rimmed glasses. “You were brought on to this project as my assistant. You will not question my decisions.”
Rutherford bit his tongue. Subject #301 was one of many in this underground facility—mere children caught in an invisible web he’d been sent to investigate.
Six months. He had to stay low for that long. Then, when he’d amassed enough evidence, he would reach out to the outside world. And HQ would send agents in to extricate all of these poor souls.
“Hand me the scalpel,” Larson said.
Rutherford swallowed the bile in his throat. He tried not to look at the glistening lump of tissue set on ice, that was headed into #301’s body.
It was a uterus, complete with nerves and blood vessels, grown from pluripotent stem cells they’d cultivated from #301 himself. Rutherford knew the exact techniques—he was the one who had come up with a method to silence the Y chromosomes in alpha DNA, in order to grow omega parts from an alpha’s stem cells. The objective being to allow an alpha the option to breastfeed his children.
He hadn’t imagined that it would be used for this. To modify an unconscious teenager, who had been imprisoned in this facility for gods-knew-how-long.
There was no sign of a name anywhere on #301’s clipboard—only the identifying number assigned to every test subject. The same number was outlined in silvery skin on two parts of #301’s body: his hip, as well as his shoulder. The organization hadn’t taken time to tattoo the children—they’d been branded with hot iron, and the burns had been left to heal into scars.
Rutherford had heard that, when the scars eventually faded, the subjects were taken to the forge to be branded again.
“You plan for the uterus to be functional,” he said.
Larson looked at him like he thought Rutherford had lost all his brain cells. “If this succeeds, we will have a way to impregnate alphas. Imagine how much he’ll sell for on the market.”
That was something Rutherford didn’t want to imagine. He looked at the numerous scars on #301’s shoulders, and the beads they’d embedded into the boy’s arms a week ago to see how well he’d react to the slow-release hormones.
#301 had been extremely unstable this past week. He’d been startling whenever anyone unlocked his cell, and lashing out at the scientists who attempted to make contact.
When this surgery was over, he’d be shot up with tranqs so he could heal. And, to prevent him from ripping apart the stitches holding his abdomen together, he would never discover that he’d acquired new organs after today.
Larson took the scalpel that Rutherford held out, making the first cut into #301. The boy jerked; there hadn’t been enough anesthetic to completely pull him under.
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