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  ANGELA FOXXE

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  About This Collection

  In a world where some shapeshifters are having trouble reproducing they have to turn to fertile women to be surrogate mothers to their shape-shifting babies. Some of these women know what they are letting themselves in for, whilst some have absolutely no idea!

  Every book follows the fortunes of a different heroine as she is used for reproduction by a handsome shapeshifter...

  Expect Romance, Thrills, Spills, Action, Adventure and, of course, sensual scenes!

  BOOK 1 – THE ALPHA'S SURROGATE

  With all the women in his pack now barren Alpha Wolf Richard Dallas has no choice but to hire a human female to be surrogate and produce a cub for him.

  When Reign accepted the job of being a surrogate she had no idea that she was going to be the Alpha's surrogate and her job was set to be even more important then she could ever have imagined.

  However, with the importance of the surrogacy also brings grave danger and so she must go and live with the Alpha so he can take care of her in more ways then just one...

  BOOK 2 –THE BEAR'S SURROGATE

  WereBear Alpha Valemon has found there is a curse on his tribe that only a new born bear cub could cure. So he hires an unwitting human female called Rachel to be his Surrogate.

  Rachel is more than ready for the ride but she did not expect that Valemon insisted the baby be conceived naturally...

  BOOK 3 – THE DRAGON'S SURROGATE

  Tasha has been seeking a role as a surrogate mother for sometime now but it has not been easy. However, now she has hit the jackpot as a wealthy man is offering a huge reward in exchange for carrying his child.

  However, what Tasha did not expect was that this man would be a dragon shifter and also the most handsome man she had ever seen....

  BOOK 4 – THE LION'S SURROGATE

  With WereLions on the brink of extinction, Lion King Torrance has a big challenge on his hand in finding a human woman with a special gene capable of carrying a shifter baby.

  That woman is curvy Amy and now Torrance must do all he can to persuade her to be his surrogate...

  BOOK 5 – THE PANTHER'S SURROGATE

  WerePanther Kheem knows he needs to reproduce soon but he can not wait any longer to try and find the perfect mate. So he approaches Josie with a proposition that she be his surrogate mother. Considering they used to date this could be the perfect situation.

  However, there is another reason he has chosen her and when further danger arrives this reason soon becomes apparent to everyone...

  Table Of Contents

  BOOK #1-THE ALPHA'S SURROGATE

  BOOK #2 – THE BEAR'S SURROGATE

  BOOK #3 – THE DRAGON'S SURROGATE

  BOOK #4- THE LION'S SURROGATE

  BOOK #5 – THE PANTHER'S SURROGATE

  BOOK ONE

  The Alpha's

  SURROGATE

  ANGELA FOXXE

  Copyright ©2015 by Angela Foxxe & SimplyShifters.com

  All rights reserved.

  About This Book

  Richard Dallas is an Alpha but he is also an Alpha in NEED.

  With all the women in his pack now barren he has no choice but to hire a human female to be surrogate and produce a cub for him. Little did he know he would find love at the same time....

  When Reign accepted the job of being a surrogate for a handsome yet very mysterious man she did wonder if everything was as it seemed. She really had no idea that she was not going to be any ordinary surrogate, she was going to be the Alpha's surrogate and her job was set to be even more important then she could ever have imagined.

  However, with the importance of the surrogacy also brings grave danger. There are others who have a strong interest in this special baby and it is down to Richard to protect Reign by any means necessary.

  To do so, she must go and live with him so he can take care of her in more ways then just one...

  CHAPTER ONE

  The western slopes of the Washington Cascades made for long winter nights. Made longer when blood was spilled, and good people died. Richard Dallas ached in every muscle, in his heart, and in his soul. Four dead wolves lay before him, the last of the Southern Cascade pack. The last of the men and women he once called friends. Hard times had befallen the North American packs, a blight struck some of their members. It was doubly cruel for women, those who survived were left barren.

  The southern clan decided that its best bet was to take what they could, and leave nothing for anyone else. It left Richard feeling hollow, and alone. A quarter of his pack lay dead and dying in the early winter snow, even the famed regeneration of their supernatural line could not protect them from the vicious carving of five inch claws wielded by combatants who trained with them every day.

  "You did what you had to do, boss," Indigo said through heavy breaths. The Spaniard was lacerated across his muscular chest, and several smaller wounds crisscrossed his thighs.

  "It didn't have to be this way," Richard muttered, "damned stubborn Alphas, we could have joined forces, been stronger." Indigo nodded silently, nothing need be said. Their victory came at too high a price. Now the other packs in the region would smell blood.

  The pack transformed from their large timber wolf form to their human ones. Wounds gained in battle were healing, but they showed in bright crimson lines across their skin. No one was untouched. Richard grimaced, acid climbed his throat. So many dead, so many wounded. Had he been able, he would have locked all the women up in the mine shaft they used as an emergency shelter, but without the girls his wolves were outnumbered. Part of the reason why the southerners attacked was the large number of females Richard’s pack claimed.

  Had they but listened they would have known that it did them no good. All but Cara proved barren. The only way to know was to have them mate and see.

  "Trouble, boss," Indigo whispered so quietly that only Richard’s keen hearing could pick it up. The survivors were gathered around the pack’s winter home, a small ski lodge Richard purchased twenty years before as a new home, after their old one burned to the ground.

  Brooks, a tall brute of a wolf, who out-massed any two men in the pack, was shouting at the other members. His back was crossed with cuts and peppered with bruises. He was easily the best bruiser in the pack, if not the smartest man Richard ever met. Bruisers were useful, their size made others hesitate, even if they could otherwise be beaten. Richard used Brooks to great effect, sending him to corner smaller prey, or scatter a mass of wolves to keep them separated.

 
; They were all naked in the snow, every scar, every muscle, every imperfection could be seen. Richard’s well defined muscles, salt and pepper hair, and permanent five o'clock shadow made him every inch the Alpha. His heart though, the piece of him that others could not see, was tired of the fighting.

  Cara stood next to Brooks. Where he was overly muscular and large, she was lithe and fit, with a gymnast build, and had a thick mane of silky brown hair. She shouted words of encouragement to punctuate each of Brook's statements.

  It was her way, the way of any ambitious woman who wanted power. To have power as a woman, and as a wolf, she would need to be strong, and to attach herself to a strong male who could be Alpha one day. Brooks would never be Alpha, the dim-witted were not suited to the throne.

  When Cara had first joined the pack a few years before, she came on strong to Richard. She was beautiful, and sexy, but she wanted power.

  He wasn't interested in more power, just the power to protect his own. And often that was seen as a weakness. His mind pulled him back to a time when the touch of her hand, the smell of her hair, the smile of her lips would make him quiver, and turn his mind to mush. When it became apparent Richard had no plans to expand the pack, she left him for another, and eventually ended up with Brooks.

  Unless Richard declared her his mate, and threatened to kill anyone who looked at her, it was her right. She could sleep with whomever she pleased, whenever she pleased. It didn't mean that it didn't hurt him to look at her now, naked and beautiful, with a slight sheen of sweat glistening over her body.

  The post battle was almost as dangerous as the battle itself. Endorphins were running wild, the killing lust wasn't quite gone, and anything could happen. It was a dangerous time for any wolf. Many fought or found comfort in the arms of others; or both.

  With an exhausted sigh, Richard plodded through the snow, broad shoulders back, head up, for he must look every inch the conquering hero, or there would be blood.

  Indigo had his back, Richard trusted him more than he did himself. The Spaniard and he had been friends for fifty years, fought in two wars together, and bled in the same mud. What made Indigo the perfect Beta was his complete lack of ambition. He was loyal to a fault, and would do whatever Richard asked without hesitation, but would feel no compulsion against making Richard question his own decisions, to make sure Richard was making the right one.

  The surviving twenty members of the pack, eight women included, were gathered in a circle around Brooks. Cara moved into the circle itself as Richard approached.

  He tried not to let his eyes fall to the curve her hips and stomach made, but it was a losing battle. She knew, and her eyes met his when he looked up. As old as he was, as many years as he'd walked the Earth, he still blushed at a woman who caught him staring.

  "Well done, my brothers and sisters," Richard boomed in his baritone. He had to offset the gathering mood of defeat before anyone could use it to spur on more violence.

  "Only by your will and conviction, and our bond as pack, did we succeed tonight, all of you, every one of you," he looked directly at Brooks, square in the man’s dull eyes, "made tonight possible. Let us rest, eat, drink, and praise our fallen, and tend to our wounded."

  It was masterfully done, praising the pack, praising Brook, it should have worked, and it would've, had the bruiser been less of a dullard. Richard would never have chosen to give such a man the spirit of the wolf, but an Alpha did not choose his pack.

  The crowd did not stir. They did not cheer, silence spread out across the still, fallen snow.

  "This is your fault, Alpha,” Brooks spit out the words through clenched teeth. His shoulders heaved as he worked himself into a rage.

  "We should have attacked first, as soon as we knew what they were planning, meeting them to negotiate was an act of submission, all this blood is on your hands."

  Richard looked at Cara, silently pleading with her to talk Brooks down. She smiled back, her eyes alight with machinations of a would-be queen.

  "Brooks, it doesn't have to be this way, we've won. It's a good victory, let no more of our pack die."

  "You are weak, old man! Weak! And your weakness is going to kill us all,” cried Brooks.

  Richard looks at his brothers, his sisters, and his pack. In his heart he hoped that no one faulted him, but he couldn't truly believe that, since he faulted himself most of all. He found support in their eyes, but the challenge for alpha wasn't a vote, it was a one on one.

  "Alea iacta est, then. The die is cast.”

  "What?"

  Richard’s eyes narrowed, their brown all but disappearing as the golden specks that normally just glinted in the sun, grew to encompass his iris. He could not change, none of them could after such a lengthy battle, but they were not men who could turn into wolves, they were wolves who walked as men. The two were inseparable.

  Brooks was no stranger to fighting, while he could not comprehend what Richard meant, he knew the fight was on. He roared, loud, and to the moon, then charged.

  Richard met his charge with a cloak of stillness. Not moving, not flinching, as the man who stood six inches taller than Richard’s own six two, bore down on him with a victorious snarl, arms open wide, teeth bared like fangs. Not a soul in the pack stirred, they barely breathed. Even Cara, the anticipation of power on her lush red lips, was frozen like a doe in a predator’s gaze.

  As Brooks was almost upon him, Richard side-stepped the lunging man, kneeling hard to his left to avoid the sweeping arms. He left his right leg out for Brooks to trip on, and he did. The big man stumbled and slid through the snow.

  It was past the point where Richard could just wound the man and let it go. It was past the point where he could just kill the man and let it go.

  To challenge the Alpha was dangerous enough, to challenge him after a victorious battle, was an endeavor that could only lead to death. The die was cast, Richard no longer had a choice in the matter, in the outcome, or what would have to happen afterward.

  Brooks roared with anger, his massive shoulders heaved as he lifted his naked body out of the snow. Though he did not charge again, this time he approached with caution, the easy kill was gone, now he had to work for it. Something the larger man was not used to.

  Richard crouched, keeping his knees bent, and his weight shifting from one foot to the other. The bitter cold disappeared as his heart pumped hot blood to his limbs, filling them with oxygen for the coming struggle. Breathe, just breathe, he told himself.

  Even as an old warrior, he still had to train himself to fight longer, and harder, than those around him.

  Brooks took a few jabs at him, not sure of himself now that the fight wasn't over immediately. Richard slapped the first one aside, blocked the next, stepped inside the big man’s reach... and slapped him across the face with a derisive open hand.

  Cara gasped. Others murmured. Brooks’ mouth worked in stunned silence, then his face turned purple with rage. Richard bounced back out of reach.

  He caught Indigo out of the corner of his eye, the man was moving behind Cara. Good, she will have to be next, this couldn’t be tolerated. The thought distracted him long enough that Brooks slipped a jab through, snapping Richard’s chin back sharply. The brute tried to follow through with a hook, but Richard caught it, twisted, pulled, and threw the man over his shoulder with a snap of his hips, sending the oaf flying six feet to land on his back with a grunt.

  Cara's smile was gone now, realization began to dawn in her eyes.

  Richard made no move to advance. It was possible Brooks would surrender, leave the pack and go lone wolf. But it wasn't likely. The man was stubborn, foolish, and let his pride rule him. Like most young wolves.

  He was back up, anger contorted his features, his face was beet red from shame, all coherent thought was lost to him, and he charged. Not a calculated rush, but a wild, arms swinging, roaring charge, one that looked scary, but to a skilled warrior like Richard, signified the end of the battle.

  Richard rol
led forward, underneath the outstretched arms, and punched Brooks in the solar plexus with both his fists, each with enough force to break bone. Brooks vomited blood and collapsed in a heap. His breath came in haggard wheezes.

  "The pack is strong, because we are united. We are strong because when one of us needs aid, we all come," Richard said.

  He walked slowly around Brooks’ limp, convulsing form.

  "When one person puts their own needs, their own wants, above the pack," Richard placed his foot on Brooks’ neck, his mouth became tight, and he spoke through clenched teeth, "then the pack is weak."

  The snap of Brooks’ neck echoed out across the snow.