The Alphas' Rules

Years of captivity and experimentation could do so much to one's soul. It could leave them broken, it could kill everything human in them leaving only...a monster.

Kaptyre and Kreatyre have managed to kept their lives living by four rules, so they're not exactly keen on dropping them.

1. The only people they can trust is each other.
2. The enemy of your enemy is still your enemy.
3. A cold bed is better than a bleeding back.
4. The experiments didn't change them.

Their scars were proof of this.Their life stories etched into their skin as a breathing reminder. Their coyote spirits broken, constantly aggressive, and often times barely hidden behind false smiles and pleasantries. That was until they sat down in front of a certain little journalist, for the first time in years, their beasts were almost unbearable, itching to be closer, to see her, sniff her, burrow deep inside her until she couldn't do anything but whimper in please their teeth in her throat as they rutted out their orgasms.

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Harper was all too interested to sit and interview these mysterious Alpha Shifters. News had just broke that a new Shifter pack was settling near Spokane, her hometown, and she was all too ready for the challenge the story would give her. Her boss at Speaking for Spokane was finally relenting and letting her do a story on her own. That's what she was nervous about. Not the two dangerously delicious men in front of her. Absolutely not.

The way they looked at her, made her quiver. The oxygen in the room non-existent as she sits across from them. They looked comically large in her little office chairs, but if they growled at her one more time, she wouldn't be responsible for her actions. Story be damned.

****Author's Note*****
This is a current work in progress. This work is my own, so don't steal it. It does contain profanity, sensitive scenes, erotica, fantasy, and maybe some trigger warning areas.Please read at your own risk! Not for those under 18!