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  Alpha Province: Polar Opposites

  The day Emmy Warren thwarted a terrorist attack on political delegates convention at a prestigious hotel in downtown Houston, Texas, was the day her life turned upside down.

  After being a key witness in a trial Emmy thought she’d be free to return to her life, but she was wrong. For twelve long month’s she’s been on the run while working her way across America. By the time she sets foot in Ambrose, North Dakota, she’s tired, hungry, and angry.

  Declan Swish, Brooks McKay, and Jett Burns know as soon as they see and scent Emmy that she’s their mate. However, convincing her take a chance on them isn’t going to be easy. Especially when they need tell her about their inner animals, but they aren’t about to lie to her.

  Thankfully, their mate is no shrinking violet, and they show her they aren’t handing her a line.

  When danger follows Emmy to town, it’s up to her mates to find and rescue her with the help of their friends.

  They just hope they aren’t too late.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter

  Length: 67,478 words

  ALPHA PROVINCE: POLAR

  OPPOSITES

  Becca Van

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  ALPHA PROVINCE: POLAR OPPOSITES

  Copyright © 2017 by Becca Van

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-654-3

  First Publication: October 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  My name is Becca Van. I live in Australia with my wonderful hubby of many years, as well as my two children.

  I read my first romance, which I found in the school library, at the age of thirteen and haven’t stopped reading them since. It is so wonderful to know that love is still alive and strong when there seems to be so much conflict in the world.

  I dreamed of writing my own book one day but, unfortunately, didn’t follow my dream for many years. But once I started I knew writing was what I wanted to continue doing.

  I love to escape from the world and curl up with a good romance, to see how the characters unfold and conflict is dealt with. I have read many books and love all facets of the romance genre, from historical to erotic romance. I am a sucker for a happy ending.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Landmarks

  Cover

  ALPHA PROVINCE: POLAR

  OPPOSITES

  BECCA VAN

  Copyright © 2017

  Prologue

  Emmy Warren hummed as she wheeled her cleaning trolley down the hall of the St. Regis Hotel in Houston, Texas. She had been working hard all day and was exhausted, but thankfully this was the last room she needed to clean before she could finish up.

  The hotel staff were running here and there in stressful pandemonium, because tomorrow was the first day of the political convention which would last for three days straight. She had no idea why everyone was in so much of a frenzy. It wasn’t as if the rooms weren’t cleaned on a daily basis, but the manager was giving orders left and right as if he was a drill sergeant. However, since this was a five-star hotel and it was booked solid for three or more days, she guessed the manager wanted everything just so.

  Emmy stopped walking when she heard shouting coming from the room she was headed toward to clean and frowned. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in that room. It wasn’t booked until tomorrow. She’d been going to vacuum and dust as well as replace the clean towels in the bathroom so that they would smell fresh. The room hadn’t been used in a couple of weeks, and while it was probably mostly clean, she’d been told to give it a thorough going-over.

  She glanced up and down the hallway but didn’t see anyone, and now she couldn’t hear anyone either. Had whoever was in the room heard her coming? She had been humming, but she didn’t think she’d been doing so very loudly. A frisson of alarm raced up her spine when she heard a soft popping sound and then a heavy dull thud.

  The blood drained from her face, and fear coursed through her quaking body. Her heart slammed against her chest, and sweat broke out under her arms and between her breasts.

  Emmy was about to turn tail and run but ended up holding her breath instead when she heard someone talking. Is the door to the room slightly ajar?

  “What the hell are we going to do now?” a deep accented voice asked.

  “We’ll deal,” another man replied.

  Is that voice familiar?

  “You just killed our communications expert,” the same familiar voice said.

  “What the fuck did you want me to do?” Accented Voice asked. “He was going to blow the whole thing.”

  “Yeah, I get that. I can’t believe the asshole changed his mind about the mission.”

  “We don’t need him. All the equipment is here. You can hand it out tomorrow,” Accented Voice said.

  “Are the charges in place?” the other man asked.

  Emmy covered her mouth with her hand, holding in the gasp building in her throat. Were they talking about bombs? She needed to get out of here and warn someone, but she wasn’t sure what was going on just yet. Although she had a feeling what the men were planning was very, very bad.

  “They are. The political delegation starts at ten tomorrow morning. We’ll be set up on the roof of the apartments across the street. If any of those fuckers manage to escape the blast, we can pick them off with our guns.”

  “There’s no way any of these fuckers are escaping with their lives intact. They’re all going to get what they richly deserve.”

  Emmy was shaking so hard it was difficult to move, but she couldn’t stay any longer. She didn’t want to get caught listening in to the terrorist’s conversation and end up being hurt or worse. Were they terrorists or was something else nefarious going on here?

  Thank God the hallway was carpeted, and her cle
aning trolley wheels weren’t squeaky. She walked quickly, pushing the cart in front of her toward the elevators, all the while praying that those evil men didn’t exit the room. If they did, she was going to be in terrible danger.

  Emmy nearly sighed with relief when she got to the elevator and pushed the button continuously. She was quaking so hard that her knees were knocking together, but she couldn’t let the terror consume her. A lot of innocent people would die if she didn’t tell someone what she’d heard.

  She’d just stepped into the elevator with her cart and turned to press the down button. She glanced down the hallway and nearly screamed when she saw two men exit the room at the end of the hallway. They were looking right at her. One of the men she saw nearly every day.

  When they reached behind their backs and started running toward her, she shrank back into the far corner and watched the doors close way too slowly. It seemed to take forever before they sealed together, and although she was scared out of her mind, the adrenaline coursing through her blood had her brain racing. Metal thunked against the metal doors to the elevator, and she sobbed when she realized the men had fired their guns.

  There was no way she could stay in here because she had no doubt those two men would be racing down the stairs at this very moment. Would they kill her in front of anyone just to keep her silent? Emmy gulped and nodded. They’d already tried to shoot her once. She had a feeling nothing would stop them from trying to kill her.

  She needed to get out so she could warn the authorities, but how?

  Emmy gazed about the elevator frantically and then looked up. She eyed her cleaning cart and the covered maintenance hole above her head. If she wanted the chance to end this day with her life still intact, she was going to have to disappear.

  She hit the emergency button on the panel and stumbled when the car came to a juddering halt. After locking the wheels on her trolley, she swiped her arm over the top, sending linen and other items falling to the floor.

  It was difficult getting on top of the cart when she was shaking so badly, but once she was on her knees, she pushed up to a half crouch and shoved at the overhead panel. It was heavier than she’d thought it would be, but when she had a gap big enough to fit her hands through, she gripped the sides, heedless of the skin scraping off her knuckles, and pushed as hard as she could.

  Once the gap was wide enough for her to fit through, she cautiously stood up and peered about before bracing her hands on the edge to the opening and shoving her body up. Emmy bit her lip when her hips scraped along the rim, but she couldn’t stop because of a little pain. Seconds later she was pushing the cover back in place, and she shivered in the dark. Thankfully, it wasn’t so dark that she couldn’t see, but the creaking and groans in the shaft gave her the willies. She had this awful image of the thick wires giving way and plunging to her death.

  Emmy shook her head, mentally berating herself for her vivid imagination, and took a hesitant step toward the shaft wall. When she hit her knuckles against a hard metal rod and felt the skin tear even more, tears welled and rolled down her cheeks. She glanced up and almost sobbed with relief when she realized she was clinging to a rung on a metal ladder that was against the elevator shaft wall.

  There was no way she could go down since the car was blocking the way, so the only option she had was to climb up. But what was she going to do then? She didn’t even know if she’d be able to get out of the shaft, and if she did, how was she going to get out of the building without those two men seeing her?

  For all she knew, they could have men stationed at every exit in the hotel.

  Emmy climbed until she got to the next floor level and tried to pry the doors apart, but they seemed to be stuck fast. She couldn’t hang where she was for the rest of the day because she had no doubt her efficient manager was already working on getting the elevator up and running again. She glanced up to the top of the shaft and nodded.

  Hopefully, there would be enough room for her to stay up there until it was safe to come out of hiding.

  When she made it to the top she was exhausted, yet she was still wired at the same time. The flight-or-fight hormones still racing through her body were playing havoc on her warring emotions, but she was safe. At least for now.

  Emmy eyed they ventilation hole off to the side of the shaft and crawled into the square metal tube. It was a tight fit, but if those men decided to search the elevator tube, they wouldn’t find her. She had never liked being closed in tight places, and while she was having a hard time breathing, trembling like a leaf in a tumultuous summer storm, she’d deal. Having to deal with anxiety was better than not breathing at all.

  She crawled further into the chute and then stopped to try and get her breath back, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be possible until she was out of her confined space. However, that didn’t matter. All that did matter was surviving.

  When Emmy felt as if she was in a semblance of safety, her mind began to whirl as she tried to decide what to do next. Relieved elation coursed through her when she remembered she had her cell phone in her uniform pocket. It took a bit of wriggling and maneuvering to get to her cell, but once she had it in her hand, she swiped her finger across the screen and then dialed 9-1-1.

  Chapter One

  Murphy Sloan slammed his hands on the steering wheel and roared with anger. That fucking bitch had to be in the witness protection program, otherwise, he would have found her by now. His best friend, Dwayne Reeves, had entrusted him with the job of getting rid of the slut, but it didn’t look like he was going to be able to carry out the order.

  He’d been searching for her for months and hadn’t found anything. Fucking nothing. The closer it had gotten to Dwayne’s trial, the angrier his friend became. At first Dwayne had been calm, cool, and collected, entrusting that Murphy would get the job done, but each time he’d been handed another note, the words had become messier and angrier.

  Murphy had thought it would be easy to off the bitch, and though he’d been watching the cops and the slut from the corner of his eye, when Dwayne had given him another signal the day of the trial, he hadn’t seen anything to set the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. He didn’t think the cunt had any clue about his friend’s order, but someone must have seen Dwayne giving him the signal. Nah, if that had been the case, he would have had a tail. So what had made her go into hiding?

  “Fucking bitch!”

  She somehow managed to disappear from the face of the earth. Again.

  The day of sentencing had come and gone, and still Murphy searched for her. He’d even broken into the slut’s apartment in hopes of finding a clue as to where she might be hiding, but the place had been cleaned out. How the cops and that bitch had managed that while he’d been watching the apartment, he had no clue.

  There was nothing he could do about Dwayne now that he was behind bars, but he wasn’t giving up on exacting revenge on his friend’s behalf. That fucking cunt was going down if it was the last thing Murphy ever did.

  He wasn’t giving up until the slut had taken her last breath.

  * * * *

  Emmy stopped her beat-up car in the middle of Main Street in Ambrose, North Dakota, and gaped. She was so exhausted she wasn’t sure she was seeing straight.

  She’d researched the small town with a purported population of approximately twenty-six last night, but she hadn’t expected anything like this. The information she’d found on the internet had declared Ambrose a ghost town, but from what she was seeing right now, the info was wrong.

  She quickly closed her mouth, checked her mirrors, and parked her car in an empty parking space outside the hotel. As she sat in her vehicle she let her gaze roam up and down the street, taking in the medium-sized grocery/clothes retail outlet. There was even a medical center across from the hotel. Next to that was a rural supply store, and there was even a diner a couple of doors down. Her stomach rumbled with emptiness when she spied people inside eating. When she glanced at her watch and realiz
ed it was nearly three in the afternoon, she figured it was way past time to have lunch.

  After giving her hair and face a cursory check in the rearview mirror, she pulled the key from the ignition, grabbed her purse, and got out. As she walked across and along the street toward the diner, she gazed about taking everything in. Ambrose wasn’t very big, but what there was of it was clean and fresh, and the buildings looked as if they’d just had a fresh coat of paint.

  However, she was too tired and hungry to ponder over the anomaly of the tiny town.

  Emmy had been on the run for twelve long months, and she didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. Her life hadn’t been the same since that fateful day so long ago.

  Eighteen months ago, she’d managed to thwart a disaster at the hotel she’d been working at, and after she’d given evidence at the trial six months later, she’d thought that everything was over and she was safe again.

  But she’d been wrong.

  The day before the trial was due to start, she’d watched a man break into and search her apartment while in the confines of a safe house, whilst in the witness protection program. Even though she’d been watching things unfold from miles away on a computer screen, with two policemen sitting on either side of her, she’d been scared out of her mind.

  The case detective had hidden cameras throughout her small home after he’d had some uniformed officers pack up all of her things and bring them to the safe house. Unfortunately, all she had was her clothes and a few knickknacks she’d collected over the years. She leased her apartment fully furnished. In hindsight that had made it easier for the officers to box up her personal items.