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  Table of Contents

  Book 6

  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

  Heart of the Alpha

  Full Moon Series

  Mia Rose

  Book

  6

  Edited by

  Natasha Lind

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  Contents

  1. A Dizzy Spell

  2. Sorting Chaff

  3. The Big Clown

  4. Meet You Halfway

  5. Nature’s Course

  6. A Moment of Clarity

  7. Just Like Yesterday

  8. Trust Me, I’m a Doctor

  9. Is There a Doctor Here?

  10. Better Out Than In

  11. Rub a Dub-Dub

  12. Burnin’ Up

  13. It’s All Become Clear

  14. Close Encounter

  15. Superman

  16. Don’t Shoot the Messenger

  17. Washout

  18. Are You Ready?

  19. Setbacks

  20. Rag Doll

  21. Wipeout

  22. Best Foot Forward

  Afterword

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  A Dizzy Spell

  “Burning all your bridges isn’t such a good idea.”

  Declan walked out of the bathroom with his head in a towel as he dried his hair. His head bowed as he looked to Noelle.

  “Who’s at the door?” He pulled the towel from his hair that had now spiked, and he stood to look at Gabriel's angry eyes. “I had a feeling I’d see you again at some point. You’re like a bent coin. You keep turning up when you’re not wanted,” Declan said as he sauntered across the living room toward the door.

  Noelle looked over her shoulder and had a worried look in her eye. She saw the silver bullet in Gabriel's hand and knew the effects this would have on Declan if he touched it. She stepped back as her fingers grasped at the door handle. Her frozen grip was locked on the handle that Cassidy had so carefully screwed back to the door.

  Gabriel stepped into the apartment and looked around the humble quarters. He mockingly cocked his head as if to say, “This isn’t how an alpha should live.” Gabriel stepped closer to Declan with his hand outstretched. Declan looked at the cracked piece of rubber that held the silver bullet in the palm of Gabriel's hand.

  “What do you plan on doing with that?” Declan asked in a calm and relaxed manner. Noelle glared at him as though he should be feeling scared. He could die or disfigure himself as soon as he touched the bullet.

  “You think you’re so cool; like this can’t hurt you.” Gabriel waved the bullet in Declan's face. Gabriel felt a little apprehensive that Declan wasn’t worried and tried to think why. He knew he'd come back stronger, yet silver was a different ball game, altogether.

  “Just out of curiosity, you’ve got a trickle of blood at the corner of your mouth,” Declan said, now pointing. “Where’s that from? And you smell funny, too.”

  Declan smiled at Noelle; who looked like a rabbit trapped in the light of car headlights. Her knuckles had gone white as she gripped the door handle, as if holding on for her life. Declan had a good idea of the smell that emanated from Gabriel. If he was correct, Noelle would pose as much a threat to him as Gabriel would.

  “You should come in and sit down for a while Gab. Take the weight off your feet,” Declan said as he invited Gabriel in. He pulled him a chair from the table. “Noelle, you can close the door and get some blood flowing in your fingers again.”

  Noelle let go of the door handle and closed the door before she walked to the couch, out of harm’s way. If any fighting started, she didn’t want to be anywhere near it.

  Gabriel placed the rubber and the silver bullet on the table. He stared at it before looking toward Declan. Declan’s eyes fixed on the bullet. Since he'd seen the witch, he knew things were different with him. How much he wasn’t sure, yet he guessed his body could fend off a small bullet like that.

  “Gab, you didn’t say what that blood was on your lip.”

  Gabriel picked his finger up and wiped the sides of his mouth as he grinned at Declan. “That’s for me to know,” he replied.

  Declan laughed with a hearty bellow that filled the apartment. Noelle looked more worried that Declan had started to antagonize Gabriel, which would only make him angrier than he already was. Declan reached for the bullet and pinched it between his finger and his thumb.

  He raised it and held it close to his nose. “Ah! The smell of silver, don’t you just love it?” he asked as he threw the bullet to Gabriel.

  Gabriel screamed and leaned back as the chair slid on the wooden floor, and then Gabriel landed flat on his ass. His hands wiped at his chest where the bullet hit him, and he noticed he hadn’t smoldered, or been injured at all. Declan hadn’t flinched when he touched the bullet.

  Gabriel stood and wiped himself off. He was still looking at his chest. “What the fuck just happened?” he asked.

  “Well…” Declan started to say. He smiled. “I appear to have become immune to silver, and so are you.” He glanced at Gabriel and realized at that moment his assumption was correct. All it needed was for Gabriel to fully understand what had happened.

  “But why hasn’t it burned me?” Gabriel asked.

  Declan grinned at Gabriel as he started to explain. “I’d say you entered the Towers through the old freezer room passageway,” Declan surmised as Gabriel nodded. “And passing the freezer room
, you took advantage and helped yourself to some juicy steaks. Is that correct?”

  Gabriel stood and flexed his muscles. “Yeah, how did you know?”

  “A good guess. Can I ask, did it taste strange?”

  Gabriel looked puzzled and slowly nodded to signify a yes. “Well, yeah! It did taste different.” Declan nodded and rubbed his hands together, and winked at Noelle. Declan cracked his knuckles and then rested his elbows on the table.

  “Gabriel, I think you’ve fallen foul to Edmund’s little scheme. I think he laced all the meat to turn the pack back to humans, and all in one go,” Declan explained. “If you want to be a wolf again, there’s only one option. Find Edmund and get him to come up with a potion to change you back.”

  “Ah!” Gabriel said.

  “He can only say that it can’t be done,” Declan added.

  “Well, here lies my problem. I don’t think he’s in a position to help me, either way.” Gabriel picked up the chair and sat down.

  “Why would you say that? You won’t know until you ask him.”

  “I guarantee he isn’t gonna answer me, or you; or anyone else for that matter,” Gabriel explained. “I've sort of killed him.”

  Noelle stood up from the couch and stepped toward the table. “You’ve gone and done what?” she asked, shocked by the revelation.

  “He’s dead. I was halfway down the passageway, and he thought I was you. I tore his neck and yanked his beating heart out of his chest,” Gabriel said plainly. His tone seemed nonchalant.

  Noelle giggled in a wild and uncontrollable manner. Gabriel frowned. “You know what that makes you?” she asked.

  Gabriel had a confused expression across the width of his face. “A murderer?”

  Noelle wiped the tears from her eyes as she gasped for breath. “No, you dummy, it means you’re human again.”

  Gabriel’s face dropped in horror at Noelle's words. He felt as if his head had gone light and then the apartment started swimming in circles. Gabriel’s world had turned upside down, and he wobbled from side to side as he tried to stand.

  “Human —human —human? You mean I’ve lost all my powers?” he asked as he rested his hand on the back of the chair for support.

  Noelle stooped to the floor and picked the silver bullet up using a cloth bag. She held her hand out and offered it to Gabriel. “You can have a hole put in this and make it into a necklace,” she said as she walked to Declan and rested her hands on his shoulders.

  Gabriel had gone pale. He was hit with the enormity of what had happened. He couldn’t go back to Tanya and the others. There was no way they’d look at him in the same way, especially now that he was human. Gabriel saw for himself. He stood and called upon his inner wolf. He groaned and grunted as he tried to change, yet nothing happened.

  “FUCK!” he yelled, “Declan, what am I gonna do?” Gabriel rolled the bullet in the palm of his hand and willed it to burn him —or something.

  “Gab, I don’t really give a flying fuck what you do, you’re on your own now, alright?”

  “I’ve got no place to go. I don’t even have… a woman.”

  Declan stood up from his seat at the table and walked to the apartment door. He twisted the door handle Cassidy had fixed and thought of how pleased she’d be that Gabriel had made his bed to lie in, so to speak.

  Noelle leaned on the door frame and watched Gabriel rest his hand on the wall. He looked back toward the apartment and saw her as she smiled at him.

  “Hey Gab, you’re not so tough now, are you?” she yelled. She was still angry at him.

  “Declan, can’t you help me?”

  Declan nodded. “I could, but I’m not so sure I should,” he said. “Just don’t go too far, in case I change my mind.”

  “Declan, is there any chance I can stay here?” Gabriel’s face looked forlorn.

  “Yeah! Try no chance whatsoever, because that’s the only chance you have.”

  Gabriel vanished out the door and made his way down to the lobby. Maria exited from her apartment and stood by Noelle and Declan. “What’s all the commotion?”

  Noelle smiled. “Come in and I’ll tell you all about it.”

  Gabriel walked across the lobby to the large doors. He saw they'd had all the barricades removed as well as the window fixtures. Declan knew there was a war coming yet he wouldn’t barricade anyone inside like a prisoner.

  Gabriel walked from the main door and looked up at the sky. The rain had stopped, and now the clouds started to break. Birds sang as steam started to rise from the roads as the asphalt warmed under the midday sun. He had no real idea about what to do, apart from knowing that he needed a drink to help clear his mind. Gabriel tried to think of a bar that would be open at that time, and the only place he could think of was the bikers club. It sat on the same side of town as the motel where Tanya waited for him.

  Gabriel shoved his hands into his pockets and started to walk out of town. He was devastated to be leaving Declan and Noelle, but he had acted like the enemy, and so he walked on.

  Soon he stood and looked across the parking lot. Cars were very few, yet motorcycles —there must’ve been at least fifty. Black and chrome was the order of the day, with Harleys lined up in two rows. Gabriel shook his head and strolled across the parking lot. He glanced to the side and saw a few members of the bike gang as they shared a joint, and then he noticed a couple who made out against the far wall of the bar. The guy had club colors displayed proudly on his cutoff denim, fitting snugly over his black leather jacket. The girl he'd pinned to the wall had long blonde hair and large breasts that were being fondled wildly by the biker’s rough, wanting hands.

  Gabriel smiled at the girl as she looked in his direction. He might be human, and apart from his low self-esteem, he was still considered a good-looking guy. Gabriel pulled the door handle and stepped into the bar. He glanced around. A sea of gang colors faced him as his eyes ran over the swathes of jackets that faced away from the stage. A stripper was halfway through her routine. He walked to the old wooden bar that wouldn’t look out of place in a western movie scene. He raised his foot and rested it on the brass footrest that ran along the foot of the wood. It had definitely seen many a rough boot sole.

  “What’re ya havin’ stranger?” the waitress asked. Gabriel couldn’t help himself as he noticed her overly-large cleavage. If he were still a wolf, he’d have had her and changed her in an instant. She was exceptionally beautiful.

  “Double whiskey.”

  “Hitting the heavy stuff at this time of day?” she asked. “You must have a heavy drinking problem or a worrisome one.”

  “Not one you’d believe,” he replied as he wrapped two fingers and his thumb around the glass. He downed his drink in one go. “Hit me again.”

  The waitress had bright red hair and big blue eyes, and a real, sexy ‘come to bed’ look about her. She grinned and poured him a double shot. Gabriel closed his eyes momentarily and cracked the muscles in his neck. He opened his eyes to see that the waitress had vanished to the end of the bar, and then he caught sight of the stripper in the old mirror that rested behind the bottles. Gabriel glanced down the length of the bar and saw a few older guys who were sat alone. They watched the girl in the mirror as he did.

  He quickly sipped his drink and watched the girl as she peeled off her t-shirt and paraded around the stage in her bra and panties. She stepped close to a chrome pole and gripped it with her hand and swung in circles. The stripper flung her raven colored hair over her shoulder and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Gabriel could see a few of the bikers waving dollar bills at her as she moved closer to them on her hands and knees.

  Gabriel held his glass in the air as a signal to the waitress he was ready for another. She walked back toward him and grabbed the bottle from behind the bar. “Not watchin’ the show, mister?” she asked.

  “She isn’t my type. There’s more to see the other side of the counter,” Gabriel said as he grinned at the redhead.

  “If I
didn’t know better, stranger, I’d think you were hittin’ on me,” Gabriel held his glass and swirled the whiskey like a pro.

  “I’m no stranger to these parts,” he said plainly. He tipped his glass toward her before he finished the liquid in one gulp.

  “I haven’t seen you before, and I was born and bred in the Creek. How come we seem to have missed each other?” She topped up Gabriel's glass. Gabriel chuckled as he noticed the music had stopped and the stripper had picked up her clothes and walked off the stage.

  “I used to work nights. It was only this morning I found out I was back on days,” he said plainly.

  Gabriel sighed and sipped from his glass. It had, at that moment, dawned on him. It was true —that was exactly what had happened. He never saw much during the day, and it was nights where he'd been most active. Out hunting took most of the pack’s time and then he'd have the choice of women with whom to spend the early hours of the morning with.

  “If you worked nights, what did you used to do?” the waitress asked. “I know you didn’t work in the mine.”

  Gabriel raised his broad shoulders, then he smiled and sighed. “I used to work in the forests,” he said. “I was on patrol.” He wasn’t wrong; hunting with the pack was similar to being on patrol.

  “That means you’re out of a job then, mister?” she asked. “And the name’s Jemma.”

  “Jemma, I'm in-between jobs, but cash wise, I’m okay. I had a policy mature, so I’m not overly worried about working,” Gabriel replied as the whiskey started to take its effect. He'd forgotten he didn’t have the drinking stamina that he had twenty-four hours prior.