Alpha Attacked

CONTENTS Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Epilogue Also by Eve Langlais Copyright Alpha Attacked © Eve Langlais Cover Art © by Melony Paradise of ParadiseCoverDesign.com Produced in Canada Published by Eve Langlais http://www.EveLanglais.com eBook: ISBN: 978 177 384 340 7 Print ISBN: 978 177 384 341 4 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED This book is a work of fiction and the characters, events and dialogue found within the story are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, either living or deceased, is completely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced or shared in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to digital copying, file sharing, audio recording, email and printing without permission in writing from the author. INTRODUCTION BITING THE BULLET OF LOVE. Working in the ER, Maeve has seen some weird stuff, like the guy with numerous gunshot wounds who literally hops off the operating table and walks out. Which isn’t as strange as the people who claim they saw a wolf running out the main doors of the hospital. All par for the course on a full-moon shift. What Maeve doesn’t know is she saved the life of the local Alpha. Griffin is tough, and those who tried to kill him will regret their failure, because he is now out for revenge. The problem is identifying the enemy. Is it the rival wolf gang over the river, or a stranger trying to steal his Pack? The answer appears to be tangled up with the doctor who operated on him. A woman with a delectable scent—and secrets. What does Maeve have to do with the violence targeting his Pack? And what will the sexy doctor say when she realizes he doesn’t just howl in bed? Find more howling heroes at: EveLanglais.com Kodiak Point Feral Pack Bitten Point Dragon Point Their Furever Mates Pack Freakn' Shifters 1 Working during the full moon sucked for those in the emergency department. It wasn’t just a myth that people acted a little crazier. It happened Every. Single. Time. Unprovoked attacks. Hallucinations. And for some reason, more people came in with dog bites. Like the others employed by the hospital, Maeve had to take her turn working the night shift on the full moon. She made her rounds, cubicle after cubicle, dealing with folks. One couple, who’d decided to bind their love in blood, needed stitches because they’d cut a little too deep. There was the guy overdosing for the second time that night who refused her offer of drug counseling. She informed three other people she wouldn’t prescribe opioids and got called a few choice names. The usual stuff. She let it all roll off her back. Addiction could be a terrible thing to deal with. Maeve’s was for chocolate. Not the cheap stuff bought at the corner store. She liked her imported Belgian treats. She’d been known to get testy when Aunt Flo visited and she didn’t have a piece of cocoa goodness melting in her mouth. Around two a.m., with the moon shining super bright outside, the shit really started hitting the fan as the bars shut down, spilling the drunks into the streets. Most would stagger home or find a place to sleep it off. But others just had to cause trouble, leading to a wave of people coming into the ER. Most sported contusions and broken noses, easily triaged and gotten rid of. Those with stab wounds required a closer look. At almost four, Maeve finally got a break. She was savoring a glorious hot chocolate with little marshmallows on top when the intercom went off. “Dr. Friedman. Purple in R2.” Purple was code for gunshot wound. Getting all too common these days with the illegal guns coming into the city. The hospital changed the color code often so that people hearing the announcements wouldn’t start whipping out their phones to try to film a traumatic moment. The macabre bent of today’s society worried Maeve. Made her not regret her choice to skip having kids. Although she’d recently been thinking of getting a cat. Seemed like a lot of responsibility when all she wanted to do when she got off shift was suck down a glass of wine while slouching on her comfy couch. “Dr. Friedman. Code purple in R2.” She sighed at the repeated message. No more delaying. She gave her mug of chocolate, sugar heaven a mournful look and slugged back one more drink before heading at a brisk pace to the operating rooms. Nurse Herman, also known as her best friend, Brandy, when outside of work, held open a door and gestured. “In here.” “Not R2?” Brandy shook her head. “They switched the operating room because Jarvis is working on the lights.” Jarvis being their maintenance guy. Maeve stepped into the prep room and held out her arms as Brandy draped a clean protective suit on her. “What do we know?” “Male. Thirties to forties. Drive-by shooting. Six gunshots, mostly to the torso.” Maeve listened to the summary as she snapped on gloves and tied a mask over her face. Just last week, she’d had to listen to some interns mocking the thin paper. Ignorant idiots. Nothing worse than sneezing on an open wound or a gusher hitting the face to appreciate the protection it afforded. One part of Brandy’s recitation caught her attention. “Did you say six gunshots, mostly to the chest?” Brandy nodded. “It’s a miracle he’s still alive.” Not for long, most likely. But perhaps he’d be one of the super lucky ones. “Have they started a transfusion yet?” she asked. “We will as soon as we figure out his blood type. We