All Chapters of Alpha Maddox's Mortal Temptation : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

All six of them could’ve served as a horny woman’s wet dream. It would’ve been hard for any woman to pick just one. They were big, muscled guys. Blond. Dark-haired. Redhead. Bald. All shades of complexion—tanned to pale, honey-colored to brown. And their eyes seemed to hold a sort of paranormal glamour. Their gazes lured and teased, haunted, and sometimes I would swear they glowed. Camille approached their table. The gorgeous men had been in deep conversation, but when she arrived, they went silent and focused on their silverware. This was new. Usually, they smiled and told her a few jokes. Sometimes, the blond one with the blue eyes even flirted, kissing her hand and bowing as he left. Wasn’t his name Finn? She cracked her head. Regardless, this time was different. And it was because of the new guy, Mr. Dark and Dangerous with the intense stare. Suddenly, their forks and knives were more interesting than her. In fact, the only one that turned her way was Mr. Dark and Da

Maddox Just look at Aidan, don’t look at her. Eat the steaks, and get the fuck out of here. Maddox let out a long breath and glared at his Delta.Aidan's short curly hair was the color of blood. Every time he looked at those strands, he thought of the Great War. Those recollections represented old war nightmares. Hundreds of bodies slashed and chewed apart. On the battlefield, the scent of blood filled every inch of air. Severed heads toppled over sliced fingers and torn kneecaps. Werewolves and weretigers battled against werebears. Finally, all the fighting has stopped.For the past hundred years, witches ruled over shapeshifters. They hated it. Together, the shapeshifters warred against the witches. They won, and now the witches were the minority, and the shapeshifters returned to the majority. But then, the werebears so full of greed, decided they wanted to control all the shapeshifters. Too bad for them. After finally tasting the sweetness of freedom, he wasn’t having it. I uni

At the end of the evening shift, Camille said goodbye to the last customer and locked the diner’s front door. A minute later, the new waitress, Beatrice, smashed a plate for the fifth time that day. “Damn it.” Tears spilled from her eyes. “I can’t do anything right. I know you all are tired of my mess.” “Relax.” Camille rushed over to help sweep the shattered pieces up. “Don’t worry. No one’s born to be a waitress. Plus, it’s your first day. Things happen.” “I suck at this,” Beatrice said. “John is probably going to fire me.” "He won’t. He needs you just as much as I do.” With the broom, Camille swept pieces into a pile. “Just keep trying, and you’ll get it right. This isn’t calculus. You get the swing of it once you do it more and more.” “God, I hope so.” Beatrice took over and gathered up the pile with her broom and dustpan. Exhausted, John limped over to us. “No one is firing you, sweetie.” Beatrice blushed. “Take it from Ms. Big Stuff, who earned a huge tip today.” John

Maddox looked at his hands, and the glow from his eyes lit up his palms. “Fuck.” He sped away faster than any animal or even a car on the highway. “Are you only human?” he’d asked. “Oh my god!” Camille rushed back into the diner, scared for her life. It must’ve taken a good twenty minutes for John to calm her down. Neither Beatrice nor him believed her. Both told her she just needed to take a break. Beatrice offered to take her shift tomorrow and she agreed. Perhaps she did need a break. No. It couldn’t be. She didn’t see that. It would be impossible. An hour and two glasses of wine later, Camille rode with John in his old pickup truck and decided there was no way she had seen that. Too bad, the decision didn’t help her anxiety. "Remember what Sally taught you. Breathe in. 1-2-3. Breathe out. 1-2-3." She said to herself. She had been breathing since getting into the truck. Her nerves had calmed a little, but not much. John rounded the corner to her block. Her house was only

Maddox yearned to howl to the moon. That was how intense he craved her. But how could it ever happen? The two worlds between humans and shapeshifters had been divided for a purpose, one that stemmed from ages of creatures devouring humans. Due to that, they figured out ways to kill the werewolves with bronze and silver bullets. They would heal any other bullet, but not those. Chopping or burning their heads off would end them too, but that was damn near impossible if the person wasn’t a vampire or witch. The weak feared the strong, and the strong tended to misuse their power, killing and feasting on the weak. It was best the shapeshifters hid, and the humans lived alongside them without knowledge of their existence.His rule was there for a reason. He won’t break it. Goodbye, Camille.He watched Camille walk back to her house with another young woman. He sniffed the air. They had similar scents. This made him think they were related—probably sisters. The other one smelled like she wa