Finding Home: Claimed by the Vampire Alpha

✍ Scribed by D.J. Heart

• Year: 2020
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 125 KB
• Category: Fiction
• ASIN: B0892KHJNL

✦ Synopsis

Calder is at the end of his rope.

Sold by his childhood alpha to a monster who keeps him in chains and forces him to fight for the amusement of humans, he doesn't expect to last much longer.

When a vampire attacks⁠--lethal, ruthless and impossibly handsome⁠--Calder accepts that his nightmare of a life is over.

But the vampire doesn't kill him, and Calder is offered a choice. Go back to his chains, or let the vampire claim him for his own...
(This 75k word MMM paranormal romance features a dominant werewolf and his vampire alpha, and the handsome witch they hope to make theirs. The story contains BDSM and rough sex. It has a HEA.)

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"And your alpha makes you fight because?" The vampire sounded curious.

"Money. Werewolf fights are good business."

Calder didn't like talking about this. He almost wished the vampire would just bite him and get it over with.

"What a strange idea. The alphas I've known would never cause their betas pain for the sake of profit. What did you do that your alpha would use you like this?"

Calder clenched his eyes tighter and curled away from the vampire. He didn't want to talk about this.

"I asked you a question, little wolf," the vampire warned, his hand pressing in under Calder's jaw and forcing his head back. "Now open your eyes and answer me."

Calder fought the command for all of three seconds before the power in the vampire's voice compelled his obedience. He took in the sight of the terrifying creature, his breath leaving him in a surprised puff of air.

It didn't look like a monster.

Impossibly pale, with hair so blond that it was almost white, the vampire had aristocratic cheekbones and a strong jaw, his thin lips parted just enough to allow a glimpse of razor-sharp canines. Teasing at the inhuman teeth with his tongue, the vampire studied Calder implacably. His pale blue eyes stared into Calder's like he could see into his very soul.

Calder was humiliated. He hadn't been seen in so long, and looking into the vampire's eyes he saw reflected what he had become.

He wrenched his eyes away.

The vampire dropped his jaw and Calder jerked back. He kept his eyes firmly below the vampire's face, fixing them on a set of muscular pectorals.

An unwilling spark of arousal flared at the sight of a thick neck and broad shoulders; pale skin smooth like marble. It was difficult to tell from his position on the floor, but Calder got the impression that the vampire was almost as tall and broad as himself.

He was so far from the spindly creature from legend that Calder almost doubted that the man was a vampire at all.

Then he smelled the ocean of blood and his doubts faded. **