![]() ![]() ![]() Until a ‘date’ like no other proves his undoing, leaving Salem with a baby on the way and no idea who the sire is–a shifter who smelled like a human. When he decides to mate, he wants to choose the alpha, not be chosen by one. ![]() Only a year and a half into his career and already at the top of the pay structure, he’s determined to be no alpha’s trophy. ![]() The humans lined up for an hour of his time, and he and the pack raked in that sweet, sweet human money. Salem wasn’t the prettiest omega in Nevada Ashes, but when an omega was in heat, that didn’t matter. Lone wolves are lonely, but his pack thinks he’s dead, and so he finds himself at the doors of the notorious brothels of Nevada Ashes, looking for a little make believe, a little taste of home. Now, nameless, packless and essentially friendless, he’s not so sure. It had seemed like a good deal at the time. In return, his family would get his military pension, paid out as if he’d served his twenty. All he had to give up was everything–his history, his pack, even his name. So when the government approached him with a devil’s deal, he leaped at a chance to provide for his parents and the rest of his family. They’re both wrong.ĭamien grew up so poor even dirt was richer. Salem thinks Damian’s just another customer. ![]()
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