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The Alpha's Secret Family

By:Jessie Lane

The Alpha's Secret Family
Jessie Lane

Dia has just moved to a new city to run her own hair salon. She doesn't  have time for the hot guy who won't stop asking her out, yet she can't  seem to stop thinking about him.

Stone Blaylock is the Battletown Packs' Alpha and his mate has just  moved into town. Problem is, she's human. Therefore, he has to win her  over the old fashioned, human way-by dating her.

Things are looking up for Stone when he gets his mate to fall in love with and mate him.

However, there's someone out there who doesn't like that the Alpha's new  mate is human. When their plan to kill her backfires and Dia survives,  but she doesn't remember anything, including Stone, or the circumstances  that left her alone, hurt, and pregnant.


To my readers. I am sincerely grateful for each and every one of you.

Love, Jessie Lane


There are a few ladies I want to thank for helping me with this book:  Abbie Zanders, Chelsea Camaron and Heather Ray. Thank you so much  ladies! I'd also like to say another huge thank you to my editors Read  Head Editing, C&D Editing and Shannon Webb. I don't know what I  would do without you three.


Thank God for my favorite "f" word-Friday. That was all Dia could think  as she walked into the first restaurant she could find after leaving her  new job for the day.

She walked into the Battletown Diner and asked the hostess for a table  for one. The pretty brunette standing at the counter gave her a fake  smile and guided her toward one of the tables in the back. Not that it  bothered Dia. No, she wanted peace and quiet after a hard day at work.

What had she been thinking, moving hours away from her family in  Nashville to buy out a hair salon from her former mentor? Sure, she  loved Betty Anne to pieces, and the woman had taught her everything she  knew, but after begging her for a job five years ago, Betty Anne had  been the one begging somebody to take over her own little salon so she  could retire, and that person had been Dia. Now she lived out in the  middle of nowhere!

There was farmland everywhere she looked. And she had seen more cows in  the past week than she had thought was possible. Seriously, how many  cows did it take to make a gallon of milk, anyway? Because with the  number of cows she had seen in and around Battletown, the rivers should  be made of milk. This was probably what lactose intolerant people  considered hell.

The small town was bustling with locals, but it wasn't a major city with  tons of potential clients. She was worried that perhaps she should have  turned down Betty Anne's amazing offer and stayed in the city near her  parents. Except, if she had done that, what would her future look like?  Always working for someone else in their salon instead of owning her  own? Real estate in the city was expensive. There was no way she would  have ever been able to afford her own shop in Nashville. It would have  taken a lot of big spenders as clients to ever work up that kind of  cash, and Dolly Parton wasn't exactly knocking down her door to get her  hair done. So, Dia's best chance of owning her own shop was here with  Betty Anne's already established clients.

As Dia sat at her table looking at the laminated dinner menu, her mind  swirled with doubts and worries. So much so, that she wasn't reading the  menu at all, just lost in her thoughts. All of that changed when the  chair across from her scraped across the floor as it was dragged  backward and someone sat down.

Suddenly, every nerve ending and instinct in Dia's body flared to life.  Although she hadn't looked up yet, she somehow knew two things. One, it  was a man. The spicy scent of him wafted across the table and filled her  senses until her head spun. And two, for some odd reason, her entire  being knew that her life was about to change forever.

How weird was that?

Not only weird, but scary. Dia's life had already changed so much in the  last few days with her move to town and taking over the business. There  was no way she was ready for it to change any more.

She tried to ignore the unknown man, hoping he might go away if she paid  him no attention. Just minutes later, though, she found out that wasn't  going to work, as he leaned forward and braced his arms on the table.

"You going to ignore me all night, princess?"

The unknown man's voice was so deliciously deep that it tingled certain  parts of her body. She loved a deep bass like that. His voice wasn't  what made her head snap up, though. No, it was her irritation.

"I'm not a fucking princess," she snapped back.

She hated when people made assumptions about her just because of the way  she looked. Just because she liked to have her make-up and hair done at  all times didn't mean that she was a high-maintenance woman. Dia could  swing a hammer just as good as any guy in here, and if the stranger  didn't watch it, she would swing that hammer at his head.                       


It didn't take much to set off Dia's fiery temper.

Of course, the urge to hit him abruptly died away when she got her first  good look at the man she had studiously tried to avoid only seconds  before. The word beautiful didn't seem to do the man justice. No, he was  absolutely and utterly beard-bodacious beautiful.

He had dark, shaggy hair she immediately wanted to run her fingers  through, and gorgeous steel-grey eyes. His facial features were strong,  like his jaw, and undoubtedly handsome. Rugged was how one might  describe them. Not Dia, though. No, the word predatory was the word that  came to mind as she looked at his intent eyes and the smirk on his  lips. The man was staring at her like he was a starving wolf and she was  the plump, little lamb he had set his sights on.

Would it be terribly wrong if she gave in to temptation and asked him to  eat her? Because looking at the stranger made her hotter than any other  man had before. He was just that damn devastating. The realization made  Dia feel confused because she had never had this sort of reaction to a  man before.

The stranger's smirk spread into a huge grin as he watched her after she snapped the heated words at him.

She waited for his rebuttal; some condescension that she hadn't needed  to be so snippety. Instead, he leaned forward and whispered, "All right,  sweetheart, I get it; you're not a princess. I just couldn't help  myself because, here you sit, in this little restaurant, surrounded by  farmers and working men, prettier than anything I've ever seen in my  whole life. You haven't noticed that every single man's eyes are glued  to you, and you haven't seen their pitiful attempts to get your  attention. So, I had to come over here and make sure you had no choice  but to notice me."

"Why is that?" she asked him curiously.

"Because you're mine."

Dia's eyebrows shot up to her hairline. "Ugh, you might not want to come on so strongly, buddy."

"As you wish."

Oh boy, Dia suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that she was in  serious trouble with this guy. She just hoped it was the good time sort  of trouble.

Chapter One

One week later …

"I told him his dick was so small that it looked like a California raisin."

The two clients in Dia's shop started giggling at the story one told the  other about catching their cheating boyfriend in the act. Dia knew the  sting of that sort of situation, as it had happened to her in the past.

She smiled at the women's conversation as she trimmed the client's ends  on her angled bob. The women had come in that day, stating they wanted  makeovers, and now Dia knew why. There was nothing like giving the  proverbial middle finger to an ex-boyfriend, then stepping out the next  day, looking better than you had while you were dating. For that reason  alone, Dia wanted to make sure that she had every strand cut to  perfection. That was probably why it caught her off guard when they  asked her a question.

"Miss Dia, I hear you've got a sexy man at your beck and call these days," her client's friend said in a teasing voice.

Dia tried not to blush, but failed. Damn her pale skin!

Shrugging as if to play it off, she admitted to the women, "He's certainly persistent."

"Giiiiiiirl," her client sang out in the chair. "You have no idea how  juicy this gossip is. Stone Blaylock hasn't ever chased a woman. Now you  move to town, and he's on you like a dog is on a bone. The whole town  is talking about it."

"Dog with a bone, eh?" Her friend laughed. "If that man is a dog, then  he can give me a tongue bath anytime, and then I want to play with his  bone."

The two women burst into giggles all over again. Only, Dia didn't smile  at them this time. Something inside of her didn't like the idea of other  women fantasizing about Stone. It was an irrational feeling, but damn  if she could help herself. The confusion her emotions brought kept her  mind busy as she finished up her client's cut, and then checked the  women out of her salon.