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Obsession Feral 1
Nora Ash
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Copyright © 2018 by Nora Ash
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Contents
Summary
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
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Summary
I never wanted a mate.
Until I was put in chains.
Strapped down.
And claimed.
I always believed I could analyze any situation until I found a solution. Solve any problem if I just applied my brain.
I went to university, studied science and told myself my academic cocoon would protect me from the alphas dominating our society.
I was wrong.
No textbook prepared me for my meeting with test subject 351.
The biggest, scariest alpha on death row, hauled into my lab to uncover how to control the beast of a man. How to make him submit.
Mold him into a weapon.
But there is no controlling the feral alpha, and no logic strong enough to save my mind once he unleashes his fury on my body.
Once he claims me.
Obsession is the first book in Nora Ash’s second suspense-filled Omegaverse serial, Feral.
Please note: This series gets dark, and it gets dirty. If you don’t enjoy your romance scorching and your alphas rough & dominant, give this book a pass.
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1
“Welcome, Miss Dorne. I am Dr. Simon Axell, and I will be your mentor these first few weeks.”
I couldn’t contain my beaming smile at the approaching alpha as I got to my feet. He was broad like his biology dictated, but for an alpha, he didn’t make too intimidating a figure. The lab coat also helped.
“Thank you, Dr. Axell. It’s such an honor to join your team. I’ve been following your work since I was a grad student.”
It was true. I’d been quietly and nerdily fangirling over Dr. Axell’s work in bio-research for years. When my old advisor had notified me of a position on his team, I’d leapt at the chance. He might be working with “biological defense” these days, rather than disease control as I’d majored in, but for Dr. Axell, I’d work in sewage disposal if I had to.
He returned my smile, albeit a bit more measured, and clasped my hand in a brief shake. “You come highly recommended—Professor Remmer is an old acquaintance of mine. He promised me you were one of the best bioanalysts in the country.”
I did my best not to blush bright red at the praise—an unfortunate flaw of mine. Judging from the heat in my cheeks, I didn’t luck out. Damn it. Not the most professional image to portray on my very first day.
At least if Dr Axell noticed, he graciously pretended he didn’t.
“Professor Remmer has been very kind.”
“I trust you’ve been granted a temporary access pass?” he asked, brushing off my bashfulness.
I nodded and held up the pass I’d been given by the receptionist upon arrival.
“Good. HR should have a permanent badge made out for you before the end of the week.” Dr. Axell led me through the sliding doors behind reception, swiping his own badge to unlock them. “I’ll get you introduced to a couple of key members of the team, and then we can go over the project itself. We are only two lead researchers with three support staffers, not counting the guards.”
I nodded enthusiastically at him as we walked down long, white-painted corridors lined with metal on all surfaces and a strip of fluorescent lights guiding the way. I hadn’t been informed of what exactly I’d be working on, except that it was “biodefense,” highly classified and sanctioned by the Ministry of Defense, even if it was run by a private corporation—SilverCorp.
I’d done as much research as I could on my new employer, but nowhere had there been any records of what exactly they worked with, so I was more than a little curious. Especially after I’d been sworn in by government agents in black suits and stern faces to keep a strict non-disclosure agreement. Suffice it to say, I was pretty much expecting to walk into a Men in Black situation when I arrived at the heavily guarded compound earlier this morning.
The long hallway we were following didn’t do much to dissuade my overactive imagination, with the way our shoes made the metal flooring echo ominously and the smell of disinfectants in the air, but when Dr. Axell finally opened a door and ushered me into a small staff room, I was utterly disappointed.
It smelled like coffee and looked exactly like any break room you’d see in millions of companies across the country. No extraterrestrials in sight—only a lone beta male in a lab coat eating a sandwich by the large, white table in the middle of the room. A newspaper lay sprawled next to his sandwich wrapper, opened to an article about the stock market, as far as I could tell.
“Dr. Urwin,” Dr. Axell began, “I want you to meet our new bioanalyst, Miss Lillian Dorne. Miss Dorne, this is Dr. Dave Urwin. You will mainly be running tests on my data, but occasionally you’ll also need to help Dr. Urwin—he’s responsible for the female subjects.”
The beta got to his feet and extended a hand toward me. “A pleasure, Miss Dorne.”
“Likewise.” I smiled and shook it as I looked around the small break room, doing my best not to pinch myself. This high spec research facility, so important it was under government protection and unsearchable on the web—was now my actual workplace. I wasn’t even thirty yet and I’d already reached the pinnacle of my dreams.
