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Chained at Birth

Lore Ryder's MC Book #1

Genre: Action, Romance, Fantasy

Tags: Shifter, Lycan, MC, Romance, Action, Reunited, Family, Series

Synopsis:
Animals, they live, they fight, they mate, and they die. It's not that hard to think that animals have it better than humans. Not all animals live how they are supposed to - not all humans live like they are supposed to. Getting chained up, forced to do things that they don't want to do, all because some sick fuck is greedy.
That's the world we live in nowadays, the corrupt run the weaker mortals into nothing just to profit off of them.

Profit off their bodies, their strengths, even their fertility. The weaker mortals are nothing to the corrupt leaders, only a means of money, a quick fix, a quick lay. Corrupt leaders are what makes the world turn, they keep the money flowing - at what cost is it too much to them? No cost is too much for them, as long as it's on someone else's dime.

Excerpt:

"Razor, I need an update." Daemon's voice filters over the phone, eager for the confirmation.

"Daemon, I can't get a secure confirmation. There's too many variables right now." The female in question glanced around, shadows dance in her obsidean eyes, her long lashes lazily close as she passes another survey over the packed streets. She's spooked and on the run, that's obvious enough.

"Razor, if this is her- my daughter, we need to secure her now. The change is bound to come. She's 25 and on the brink of a shift, you know what this means." He growls, his voice a mix of unease and fear, tendrils of hope mix in his voice. This is a turning for the club if this is her. The woman leans against the building, taking cover from the harsh sun. Her Auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail- athletic wear clings to her fit form.

And that damn choker, still locked in place. The thick black velvet choker a staple Razor's become familiar with. "It's not like I've been within arms reach, we don't know what that could lead to." Cornering a woman on the run, on the brink of a shift would lead to blood spilling, a tightly kept secret to be released on the society. One that's spent hunting our race for centuries.

"We don't have a choice, risk her life, or risk the lives of humans around us. Razor, we need confirmation and yesterday." Daemon growls into the phone, the sound sending vibrations through his beast. Be warned. Razor responds with a snarl of his own, eyes narrowed as he clutches the phone, the devices cracks and shudders under the pressure.

"The only other option I have is to go inside- is that what you want? I can't tail her without her making a run, that'd push her so far out of our grasp we'd be forced to hunt her and execute her." There's a long pause that follows, the death sentence is enough of a threat. With a Lycan's ability to hunt and demolish everything in their path, it's likely her death would be ordered, Enforcers would show no mercy on the matter. Even for a female Lycan.

Daemon swears in the ancient language that belongs to Lycans, pissed at the limited options. "Do what you have to do, I trust your judgement..." A harsh breath leaves his nose as he collects his mind. "Razor, you bring her home, back to me. Don't fuck this up." He growls before he hangs up the phone, ending the conversation. Easy for you to say. Razor stares at the building, moments pass as her obsidean eyes cross over his, flickering back, he turns towards the nearly empty cup of coffee.

Easy enough of a cover. The bustling town live with the weekend draw, the downtime for college kids, highschoolers, the typical 9-5 jobs all out and about to fill their day with fun. The electricty charged gaze leaves his form and he risks a glance back. He's left to stare at her retreating form as she rubs her thumb over the ember of her cigarette, she tucks the butt into her pocket and heads inside. Questions swirl in his mind as he crosses the road and enters the modern high speed gym.

Clean, sanitary, and modern; members of the gym were currently scattered working various machines, two men sparred in the arena, ready for battle. The gym was muted in sound, obviously most people here were focused on themselves. It was respectable, fairly simple and targeted for a larger, bodybuilding audience. "Welcome to Elite Fitness, how can I help you?" Razor's met with a smoky voice that drifts into his ears with a sultry caress. The beast within settles with a low possessive growl.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have tried a new writing style and would love any feed back anyone is willing to give!