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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Taming the Alphas: Complete Edition is the follow up collection to Craving the Alpha: Complete Edition. This set may be read alone or in addition to Craving the Alpha: Complete Edition.
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Part I
Part One
1
“The management of the Orange Tap Bar and Restaurant is not allowing any suspected shifters into their establishment. In an interview that took place earlier today with Jerry Mars, owner of the Orange Tap, he said, “We cannot allow our customers to be endangered for the enjoyment of a few. We have the right to decide who can frequent our business. Anyone we suspect is a shifter will be turned away at the door.”
Two suspected shifters have staged a demonstration in front of the establishment; Shelby Smith and Lisa Drews. The two women had been employed as summer camp counselors at a local campground in the Maryland Mountains when they, and a few other counselors, disappeared for several weeks. They recently reappeared and were questioned extensively by the federal government. The official government press statement indicates they were the intended victims of a failed sex trafficking plan, but managed to escape. However, rumors have circulated indicating the women were attacked by a werewolf clan, bitten, and then turned into shifters. If the rumors are true, the government knows these facts, but is allowing the women to assimilate back into society regardless.
Several factions are rioting. A group that calls themselves the WHO, which stands for the ‘Werewolf Haters Organization,’ believes that the counselors have been turned into shifters. They feel the sex trafficking statement from the government is a blatant cover up for what really happened to these women; and are adamant that the counselors are shifters and a threat to the public. They want all shifters imprisoned. The WHO group also supports strong birth control methods for the shifters, including forced sterilization and vasectomy, so they cannot continue to repopulate.
Other groups believe that if the counselors have been turned into shifters, they should have the same rights as any other American. Those in support of the shifters are in the minority. The general consensus from the American people is that the owners of the popular eatery should be allowed to let in—or turn away—whomever they want.
The police are expected at any time. We will be continuing our coverage as events unfold…”
Marcy Haynes Reporting for Channel KKA—Local News, Breaking News, Weather and Sports
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“Beverly Carter?” the professor called out. I slid out of my chair and sauntered over to the professor’s podium. I could see his eyes roaming over my body as I sashayed towards him. I knew I looked pretty good, so why not play it up. The sun was my natural beautician. I’d spent most of the summer outside and the sun’s rays had tanned my skin to a light shade of caramel, while highlighting my blond hair with golden streaks. I’d always had a good shape. My boobs were a bit small, but so was my waist, so it all worked together. Eating clean for the past few months had tightened my body as well. Who knew Camp Vickers would be such a health spa.
But, though I knew I looked good physically, inside I was a bundle of nerves. What if I couldn’t keep up with this class? Every semester it was a struggle for me to get through each of my courses; it took me forever to learn the material. And here I was, trying to start the semester late.
But I couldn’t let the professor see I was worried. It seems that the more confident I acted in class, the better my grades, even if I was a complete puddle inside. “That would be me,” I said, “only the last name is Collingswood, not Carter. You did mean Collingswood, right?”
The professor peered down at the sheet of paper in front of him. “Yes, I see. I read the name wrong.” He signed the paper with a flourish and handed it to me. “Here you go. You are officially transferred into this class.” His eyes continued to travel over my body, lingering on my breasts. I had a special push up bra on and I knew they looked perky in the scoop neck pink tee I was wearing, but it was still kinda gross getting such an intense eyeball—especially from a professor! “I am sure you will enjoy class, and I hope you learn a lot,” he murmured.