Sold To The Alpha - Dark Protector: A Master/Slave Erotic Fiction Dystopian Romance

Sold To The Alpha – Dark Protector, A Master/slave Erotic Fiction and Dystopian Romance

After thousands of years of female slavery being the norm, the law has finally been overturned, giving women the freedom and independence they’ve so fiercely wanted. It should be a time of victory.

But it isn’t. Not by a long shot.

While shelters have been set up to protect those who have nowhere to turn, many still face danger every day. Therefore, some women are forced to seek protection the only way they know how—by selling themselves back into slavery.

Like every other free woman, Alaska Wilcox just wants a chance at a normal life—to land a job and find a place she can call her own. At the very minimum, she should feel safe in the shelter where she seeks refuge.

But a seedy house manager harasses her on a daily basis, leaving her threatened and forcing her to seek protection from one Damon Ingram, a sexy alpha male who just happens to run a protection service. From there, she learns just how deep the corruption at her shelter goes. And as the very fabric of her existence unravels all around her, Alaska returns to her former home, to familiar arms.

But then trouble surfaces again, and in order to survive, Alaska must make a choice about whether or not to trust Damon and sacrifice the one thing she has held sacred since birth. But will it be enough to save her?

Excerpt:

“So what am I supposed to do? Just waltz inside and pretend like I don’t know we’re all being controlled by a bunch of terrorists? Just go to bed tonight like it’s any other night, knowing that I could be marinated and skewered at any moment?”

Damon picked up his phone again, and I was about ready to go full-on-frantic mode. But I was hoping… no… clinging to the hope that he wouldn’t make me go inside. This is what setting us free had done. It had turned us into prisoners. And I was a prisoner who felt safer with a stranger than with the people I had spent the past year of my life with. Probably because I was safer.

“That’s exactly what you’re going to do, Alaska,” he said with enough conviction to curl my toes. He then tossed his phone aside as if it were the enemy.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relieve some of the tension that had quickly taken over my body like a disease. I grumbled, painfully aware that all of this was out of my power. “Fine. I’ll wait for you to email the paperwork, but I’ll be prepared to sign them and leave tomorrow. I can’t stay here any longer.”

I looked at the house as I talked, watching the limbs of the oak tree dance and bend and curl as storm clouds rolled in above us.

“Can you send me the paperwork by tomorrow?” I added, realizing that Damon might need more time to come up with the details. When he didn’t answer, I looked at him.

Sadness had gripped his face, and I knew that I was in trouble.