When a feral alpha shows up at Olson's bar, growling his name, the first thing he should've done was run. Instead, Olson lets Rex take him. Rex reminds him too much of the alpha he lost. Rex has the same green eyes, the same maplewood scent. The same adoration that his late bondmate gazed at him with. If Olson closes his eyes, he can pretend that it's his ex-alpha pulling him into his arms, claiming him completely. He lets Rex move into his apartment. He lets Rex into his bed. And when his heat rolls in, he lets Rex have that, too, with absolutely no protection because he's just been so lonely. Thing is, Rex is twenty-one. And Olson lost his bondmate twenty-one years ago. The similarities between the two alphas... It's just coincidence. Right? The Feral Alpha is a 61k-word nonshifter MPreg romance, about a reincarnated alpha who's been fighting to return to his omega's side. Get ready for cringey pickup lines, questionable blessings, an adoring alpha, and a happily ever after. No cheating!

An alpha to help me move a toy back and forth. Repeatedly. Life without hands is difficult. Ever since Niall was rescued from captivity, he hasn't been able to look an alpha in the eye. Which alpha wants a broken omega whose hands are shriveled and useless? An omega who jumps at loud noises, who can't step out of the house by himself? Instead, he lives vicariously through the romance novels he writes. When a tattooed, ex-convict alpha moves in next door, Niall can't look him in the eye, either. Instead, his books are now based on his hot neighbor—Jag is a walking fantasy, older than him but oh-so-strong. In the stories, Niall is the very object of Jag's desire; Jag wants to hold him, and give him a baby. Jag offers to take out Niall's trash one day. What Niall has forgotten about, and what Jag discovers in the trash, is a desperate, personal ad that Niall wrote but had gotten too embarrassed to post...