In celebration of Seth and Emily pushing their way to the front of the line, here is a little (unedited) piece of Alpha in Hiding.
She stared at him and barely kept from baring her teeth. He was unshaven, unshowered, disheveled. She glanced up and down his frame and couldn’t find one redeeming feature. His dark hair was shorn close to his head. Glasses perched on his nose. Glasses, on a shifter. That was almost unheard of. He had thrown on a wrinkled concert t-shirt that was way too big for his slender frame. Sweatpants hung low off his hips. She swept her eyes back up and wrinkled her nose at what she saw. The whole package wasn’t impressive at all. Great. That would make her job so much easier… NOT.