Title: Andorra Sector: An X-Clan Novel
Collection: Zombie Year 2099
Author: Lexi C. Foss
Genre: Shifter Romance
Release Date: January 14, 2020
Katriana Cardona
My life ended the moment the X-Clan found me.
Bitten.
Turned.
And claimed by him.
My genetic markers label me as a rare omega. But inside, I'm all female alpha. And I will not heel. Not even to the Alpha of Andorra Sector.
Ander Cain promises me protection.
A new world of pleasure and pain.
But he wants all of me in return.
Even if it means taking me by force.
I'll be damned if I give up my inner fight. I spent the last twenty years battling the walking dead. These wolves won't know what hit them when I'm through.
Ander Cain
My life began the moment I found her, my darling little mate. She's the force of nature Andorra Sector needs to give us hope for a future. A reason to keep going and to protect our lands from the zombie infestation beyond.
Yet she refuses to play by our rules.
Born in a time where humans will do anything to survive, she's not used to the pack hierarchy or the laws our kind abides by. Oh, but she'll learn. And I'll thoroughly enjoy being the one to train her.
Katriana Cardona can fight me all she wants, but in the end, she will be mine. Whether she submits or not.
Note: This is a standalone shifter romance with omegaverse and dystopian elements. There will be three books in the X-Clan series, all featuring different couples.
Ander really does take his possessiveness to a whole new level, “those two old effs can kiss my ***. They will not touch what is mine.” Kat can be a saucy little thing, “what? No.” I wanted to slap him all over again. “I asked because I know nothing about being a effing wolf..." Ander really doesn't appreciate it when his men dont get to the point fast enough, “why the eff didn’t you lead with that information?”I demanded..." This book gave me all the feels, I legit started tearing up when Ander was being an *** because it was that bad of him being an ***.
Katriana froze, her petite hands gripping the comforter on either side of her hips. “Ander, please—”
“Oh, we’re past the point of begging,” I told her, sliding my belt through the loops. “Spread your legs, Omega.”
She didn’t, her instinct to rebel too strong.
Breaking her of that habit was going to take time.
Fortunately for us both, patience came naturally to me.
I dropped the leather to the ground and flicked open the button on my pants. “You’ll find that I do not enjoy repeating myself, Katriana.” Her eyes followed my movements as I slid the zipper down. “You’re also about to learn what happens when an Omega misbehaves.”
Wolves maintained a hierarchy for a reason. Alphas at the top, Betas in the middle, and Omegas at the bottom, though they were cherished treasures owned and protected by their Alpha mates.
Katriana was mine.
To punish.
To fuck.
To impregnate.
To protect.
And I couldn’t proceed with the latter if she was hell-bent on ignoring my commands.
I toed off my boots and socks, followed by my pants, leaving me clad in a pair of boxers that were far too tight for my growing arousal.
Katriana’s eyes grew wide. “No,” she breathed.
“It’ll fit,” I promised her. Despite their petite forms, Omegas were built to accommodate Alpha cock.
But she shook her head in the negative and pulled her knees up to her chest. “No,” she repeated on a snarl.
My lips twitched.
She wasn’t the only one who could make those sounds.
I returned her rumble with one of my own. However, mine held special properties. A call of sorts that an Omega couldn’t deny.
She convulsed violently in response, the hairs along her arms dancing in appreciation. “Oh God.”
“Oh, we’re past the point of begging,” I told her, sliding my belt through the loops. “Spread your legs, Omega.”
She didn’t, her instinct to rebel too strong.
Breaking her of that habit was going to take time.
Fortunately for us both, patience came naturally to me.
I dropped the leather to the ground and flicked open the button on my pants. “You’ll find that I do not enjoy repeating myself, Katriana.” Her eyes followed my movements as I slid the zipper down. “You’re also about to learn what happens when an Omega misbehaves.”
Wolves maintained a hierarchy for a reason. Alphas at the top, Betas in the middle, and Omegas at the bottom, though they were cherished treasures owned and protected by their Alpha mates.
Katriana was mine.
To punish.
To fuck.
To impregnate.
To protect.
And I couldn’t proceed with the latter if she was hell-bent on ignoring my commands.
I toed off my boots and socks, followed by my pants, leaving me clad in a pair of boxers that were far too tight for my growing arousal.
Katriana’s eyes grew wide. “No,” she breathed.
“It’ll fit,” I promised her. Despite their petite forms, Omegas were built to accommodate Alpha cock.
But she shook her head in the negative and pulled her knees up to her chest. “No,” she repeated on a snarl.
My lips twitched.
She wasn’t the only one who could make those sounds.
I returned her rumble with one of my own. However, mine held special properties. A call of sorts that an Omega couldn’t deny.
She convulsed violently in response, the hairs along her arms dancing in appreciation. “Oh God.”
USA Today Bestselling Author Lexi C. Foss loves to play in dark worlds, especially the ones that bite. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their furry children. When not writing, she’s busy crossing items off her travel bucket list, or chasing eclipses around the globe. She’s quirky, consumes way too much coffee, and loves to swim.
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