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Alpha Wolves Motorcycle Club : The Complete Series, page 1
This Set Includes:
Raw and Dirty, book one of the Bad Boys MC Trilogy (66,000 words long)
Risky and Wild, book two of the Bad Boys MC Trilogy (95,000 words long)
Savage and Racy, book three of the Bad Boys MC Trilogy (110,000 words long)
Glacier, a stand-alone spinoff that takes place directly after Savage and Racy (120,000 words long)
Table of Contents Table of Contents
Front Matter Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
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Author's Note
Raw and Dirty Cover
Raw and Dirty Chapter 1
Raw and Dirty Chapter 2
Raw and Dirty Chapter 3
Raw and Dirty Chapter 4
Raw and Dirty Chapter 5
Raw and Dirty Chapter 6
Raw and Dirty Chapter 7
Raw and Dirty Chapter 8
Raw and Dirty Chapter 9
Raw and Dirty Chapter 10
Raw and Dirty Chapter 11
Raw and Dirty Chapter 12
Raw and Dirty Chapter 13
Raw and Dirty Chapter 14
Raw and Dirty Chapter 15
Raw and Dirty Chapter 16
Raw and Dirty Chapter 17
Raw and Dirty Chapter 18
Raw and Dirty Chapter 19
Raw and Dirty Chapter 20
Raw and Dirty Chapter 21
Raw and Dirty Chapter 22
Raw and Dirty Chapter 23
Risky and Wild Cover
Risky and Wild Chapter 1
Risky and Wild Chapter 2
Risky and Wild Chapter 3
Risky and Wild Chapter 4
Risky and Wild Chapter 5
Risky and Wild Chapter 6
Risky and Wild Chapter 7
Risky and Wild Chapter 8
Risky and Wild Chapter 9
Risky and Wild Chapter 10
Risky and Wild Chapter 11
Risky and Wild Chapter 12
Risky and Wild Chapter 13
Risky and Wild Chapter 14
Risky and Wild Chapter 15
Risky and Wild Chapter 16
Risky and Wild Chapter 17
Risky and Wild Chapter 18
Risky and Wild Chapter 19
Risky and Wild Chapter 20
Risky and Wild Chapter 21
Risky and Wild Chapter 22
Risky and Wild Chapter 23
Savage and Racy Cover
Savage and Racy Chapter 1
Savage and Racy Chapter 2
Savage and Racy Chapter 3
Savage and Racy Chapter 4
Savage and Racy Chapter 5
Savage and Racy Chapter 6
Savage and Racy Chapter 7
Savage and Racy Chapter 8
Savage and Racy Chapter 9
Savage and Racy Chapter 10
Savage and Racy Chapter 11
Savage and Racy Chapter 12
Savage and Racy Chapter 13
Savage and Racy Chapter 14
Savage and Racy Chapter 15
Savage and Racy Chapter 16
Savage and Racy Chapter 17
Savage and Racy Chapter 18
Savage and Racy Chapter 19
Savage and Racy Chapter 20
Savage and Racy Chapter 21
Savage and Racy Chapter 22
Savage and Racy Chapter 23
Savage and Racy Chapter 24
Savage and Racy Chapter 25
Savage and Racy Chapter 26
Savage and Racy Chapter 27
Glacier Cover
Glacier Prologue
Glacier Chapter 1
Glacier Chapter 2
Glacier Chapter 3
Glacier Chapter 4
Glacier Chapter 5
Glacier Chapter 6
Glacier Chapter 7
Glacier Chapter 8
Glacier Chapter 9
Glacier Chapter 10
Glacier Chapter 11
Glacier Chapter 12
Glacier Chapter 13
Glacier Chapter 14
Glacier Chapter 15
Glacier Chapter 16
Glacier Chapter 17
Glacier Chapter 18
Glacier Chapter 19
Glacier Chapter 20
Glacier Chapter 21
Glacier Chapter 22
Glacier Chapter 23
Glacier Chapter 24
Glacier Chapter 25
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Alpha Wolves Motorcycle Club: The Complete Series
Alpha Wolves Motorcycle Club: The Complete Series © C.M. Stunich 2019
Raw and Dirty © C.M. Stunich 2016
Risky and Wild © C.M. Stunich 2016
Savage and Racy © C.M. Stunich 2017
Glacier © C.M. Stunich 2017
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Gary and his real life club.
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Author's Note
Thank you for picking up this four book box set! I truly enjoyed creating these characters and living vicariously through them, and I hope you will, too. This set contains four full-length novels that were originally published under my pen name Violet Blaze. The first three books make up what used to be called the Bad Boys Motorcycle Club Trilogy, and the final book is the stand-alone spinoff, Glacier, that is best read after the trilogy. However, if you’d like, you can read it as a complete story on its own.
In the first trilogy, you’ll see the lovely deputy mayor exchange witty banter with a British motorcycle club president. Politics, sex, and danger combine into a firestorm that challenges their chances at a normal relationship while at the same time, a powerful cartel threatens to take over Trinidad, California.
In Glacier, you’ll see what happens when the darkest member of the club, the man with a past full of blood and shadows, meets his match in one of the officer’s daughters. He kills people for a living; she’s determined to have him.
Happy Reading!
Love, C.M. Stunich (aka Violet Blaze)
CHAPTER ONE
Lyric
What a broken, beautiful man.
That's my first thought when I step onto the Alpha Wolves' compound, how beautiful their president is. Of course, if he knew what I was thinking I doubt he'd be pleased. Beautiful is for flowers or skirts or landscapes, not for men like Royal McBride. If I have to pick an adjective, I think dirty suits him a little better. Dirty. And brutal. And raw.
I won't let him get to me.
It crosses my mind that I'm not the first person to think that. Toni Gladstone, the woman who held my position not three months ago, she said that same thing out loud three days before she quit, announced it to the entire office.
But he got to her anyway—in more ways than one if her flushed face and mussy hair were any indication of what happened during their first meeting. Deputy Mayor of Operations and Government Affairs. Poor Toni shed her title along with her skirt after only half a week of dealing with Royal and his Wolves.
I won't make the same mistake.
I straighten my own skirt—some bland, gray wool blend that I inherited from Toni along with her title—and make sure my hair is still in place, tucked back in an austere bun that's as unflattering as it is uncomfortable. But all of this blandness, this is my uniform against the world. It's a way to survive when nothing else seems to be going right. Blend in, disappear, assimilate.
I take a deep breath and put a smile on my face.
It's hard to keep it there with my eyes glued to Royal's wide, muscular back. I haven't even been introduced to the man, and I'm already falling apart. Sweat trickles down my spine and soaks into the cotton fabric of my white button-down while I try not to admire the curve of dark denim that cups the President's too perfect ass. Oh my God, I'm already floundering here.
I take a deep breath and start forward, my heels loud against the pavement. I parked right in front of the clubhouse, so I know the whole MC is aware that I'm here. Still … nobody's acknowledging me. It's a scare tactic, I'm sure, but these men have a lot to learn if they think I'll scare easy. I might be five two and as average as you'll ever see, but I'm tough.
“Mr. McBride?” I ask, approaching the cluster of men standing on the wet pavement, gray skies above and a row of gleaming motorcycles on our right.
I pause about three feet from him—it's as close as I ever want to get. Even from here I can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, his strength, his charisma. It's frighteningly magnetic. I guess it's not just his six foot four frame or his hard muscles that keep him in control here.
“Mr. McBride?” I ask again, raising my voice a notch. I can keep quiet when I need to, but a woman in politics also has to know how to speak up or she'll never be heard. A few of the guys glance my way, assessing, and then quickly flick their gazes back to their president.
I feel my lips purse. It's not like I showed up here on a surprise visit. In fact, it was Royal himself who approached the mayor's office in an attempt to iron things out between the local government and the MC. I scheduled this meeting with Royal's secretary not four days ago. The bastard knew I was coming.
Raindrops start to fall, fat and heavy, splattering against the pavement and the metal roofs on the warehouses on either side of the long drive. The wetness slides across Royal's rock hard muscles, making the colors in his tattoos seem brighter, moistening the eyes of the wolves crouching over his biceps until they look real, like they're staring right at me.
I refocus my attention to his head of dark hair, my gaze directed up, up, up. The bastard's too tall for his own good. Still, I'm pretty sure I've got myself under control. It doesn't matter how handsome this guy is or how nice his body looks in that tight leather vest.
I take a deep breath, meeting the eyes of the wolf's head patch on his back, framed on the top and bottom with another pair of patches. Alpha Wolves on the top and Trinidad, CA on the bottom. An MC and a 1% patch sit on either side. Intimidating, much?
Well, it won't work on me.
“Royal McBride.” I state his name with every ounce of authority I have—and it works. At the very least, it gets his attention.
“Who the fuck …” Royal begins, turning slightly to glare at me, locking a pair of dark brown eyes on my face. His brows raise and the corner of his mouth twitches. Me, I come completely unhinged, heat flooding my body, filling up all the places I so very suddenly want this man to touch.
Oh shit.
Royal looks me up and down once, assessing, his gaze giving absolutely nothing away.
“Well, I'll be damned,” he says, his voice holding the edge of an accent I can't quite place. He's trying so hard to hide it, but … “Is this pint-size little package from the mayor's office?” Royal tilts his head and lets his lips twist into a smile. I can already feel the flirtatious waves rolling off of him, the charm being turned full tilt onto my frowning face. I don't take it personally though; Royal isn't flirting with me, not really. This is a man who's used to getting his way with a smile and a wink, somebody who thinks that anyone without a penis wants him.
Hell, it's probably true, but I won't let him see that.
“Royal McBride, my name is Lyric Rentz, and I'm the Deputy Mayor of Government Operations and Affairs for the city of Trinidad.” I force my mouth into a smile and decide it's probably best to ignore the whole pint-size comment from the Alpha Wolves President. I extend my hand and pretend that I'm not studying that handsome face, the rugged cut of that jaw, the ruthless, wry humor that surrounds the man's impressive form.
Royal gives me another once-over, like he's not quite sure what to make of me. This time, I feel his gaze diving deeper, trying to get under my skin and understand what I'm all about, what makes me tick. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Mr. McBride reads minds.
“Well, well, well,” he says, his voice dropping a little lower as he goes in for yet another head to toe look. This time around, something in his expression shifts and I feel a little chill travel up my spine, dragging goose bumps down my arms. “Lyric … Rentz,” he says, my first name a verbal caress passing between his lips. My last name though … he says that like a curse. I know what he's thinking: Philip Rentz … Lyric Rentz. I have the same last name as the mayor.
Royal glances down at my fingers, searching, I think, for a ring. When he doesn't find it, he comes to some other conclusion and reaches up to take my still extended hand.
When our fingers slide together … oh God. His hand is rough and calloused, grazing the smooth skin of my own with an almost tangible spark that makes me jerk back like I've been burned. The guys around Royal chuckle and I jump; I almost forgot they were there.
“You're the mayor's … sister?” Royal asks casually, lifting his chin and tucking his fingers into the front pockets on his jeans.
“Daughter,” I correct, hating that that's the truth, knowing what people think when I say it. She got that job because her dad's the mayor. If they only knew … I got the job in spite of that. “Youngest of three.”
“Shame,” Royal says with another wicked little smile. “I guess you're off-limits then?”
“Off … limits?” I ask as the boys behind him laugh again, all of their eyes on me, amusement apparent in their gazes.
“Yeah, I mean, how would the mayor feel if I took his pint-size prodigy daughter to the bedroom and tore off that bloody awful little skirt of hers?” I knew it! British accent. It's faint, but it's there.
Heat rushes to my cheeks, and I stand there dumbfounded for a second. I'm not stupid, okay, but I work in a mayor's office. Talk about prim, proper, and politically correct. This man's like a shock to the system.
“No offense, Mr. McBride, but this bloody awful skirt belonged to Toni Gladstone, the previous deputy mayor. I might have inherited her position and her suit, but I'll be damned if I inherit her mistakes.” Royal stares at me for a moment, his brown eyes dark and deep and soulful, then throws back his head and laughs, like I'm the most ridiculous thing he's ever seen.
“Oh sweetheart, I promise not to do a bodge job on you. We'll take it nice and slow and easy, alright?”
“The only thing you'll be taking, Mr. McBride, is a few hours of my time and a look at the papers I've brought you. I think you'll find that a healthy relationship with the mayor's office and the people of Trinidad will be beneficial for all of us.”
“Oh, I don't mind getting into bed with the mayor's office,” Royal says, eyes twinkling, mouth twisted to the side in a wolfish smirk as he takes a step closer to me. “Only I'd rather get into bed with you.”
“That rat bastard,” I snarl, slamming my car door and glaring out the window at Royal's retreating back. “Sorry to say, I'm too busy for that today, love,” I mimic, hating that man with every fiber of my being. Maybe it's some sort of defense mechanism against the overwhelming attraction I feel for him. Never in my life have I had this sort of reaction to anyone before. I'm generally a pleasant person. But Royal McBride? Ugh.
So I rescheduled with the club secretary and climbed back into my car, watching in the rearview mirror as customers pull their bikes into the shop—the shop whose books are good, so good that the forensic accountant my father hired to go over them couldn't find a single discrepancy. Thing is, we all know that the club is up to no good. And they know we know. But any efforts to actually catch them doing wrong have gone badly—for us. This … business arrangement we're considering, it won't stop them from doing what they do, but it will help my father's chances at re-election, show the city that he's 'cleaning up the riffraff'.
I sigh and turn the ignition, well aware that the club's on their best behavior right now. It's not like I'm going to see them trafficking illegal weapons or making drug deals in the bright light of day.
“Screw you, Royal,” I murmur, pulling out of my parking space and heading towards the front gates. It's not until I hit the highway that it starts to really pour, drops splattering against the roof of my car. I could go back to the office, but my dad's going to want to hear all about my meeting, and I have even less to report back on than Toni Gladstone did. She got laid by the president; I got dismissed like a stray dog.
My hands tighten around the wheel and my eyes wander to my cell phone, plugged in and laying across the passenger seat.
I press the dial button on my steering wheel, connecting with the Bluetooth in my phone.
“Call Royal McBride,” I say and listen as the phone rings over the speakers in my car.
“Wolf Cycle Service and Repair, this is Janae, how can I help you?” The sugary sweet voice of Janae, the club secretary, fills the quiet car and forces me to take a breath to clamp down on my anger. It isn't directed at her, isn't her fault that her boss is a dick. I think—though I'm not certain—that she's an … an old lady or something. Isn't that what bikers call their wives? A small shudder goes through me, but I make myself smile. People can hear it in your voice, you know.
