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  ALPHA DOUCHEBAG: THE PRINCE

  LOCHLAN & RAGAN DUET #1

  ALPHA DOUCHEBAGS OF GRIFTON FALLS UNIVERSITY

  SERIES

  S.N. GARZA

  COPYRIGHT

  ALPHA DOUCHEBAG: THE DOM

  LOCHLAN & RAGAN DUET #1

  ALPHA DOUCHEBAGS OF GRIFTON FALLS UNIVERSITY

  SERIES BOOK3

  By S.N. Garza

  Copyright © SEPTEMBER 202 by Stephanie Nicole Garza

  COVER ART: SNGARZA

  PHOTOGRAPHY: GOLDEN CZERMAK

  MODEL: BRANDON SCHLAEGAL

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the work of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.

  BLURB

  Lochlan Masters takes no prisoners. He’s the “DOM” of the Alpha Douchebags. The man to get the job done when no one else can. Whether it’s out on the field playing rugby, in a bed with a basic bitch, or burying a body. He’s fierce, brazen, always in control and thinks quick on his feet.

  Until it’s time to finally claim the woman he’s been after and all bets are off. But Ragan Mount is no basic bitch. She’s the bitch. His bitch. She’s no angel, and that’s just the way he likes it.

  Ragan is outspoken, untamable, unframeable and she’s the only one who can bring Lochlan to his knees. She’s no lady, no matter how hard her grandmother tries to turn her into one.

  A deal was made. One she won’t like.

  He knows it’s going to take more than just f*cking her to distraction to make her forgive him. He’ll go to his knees for her. He’ll submit his heart to the only woman who has the strength to handle him at his worst.

  And when Ragan finds out the secrets he’s been keeping, it’s going to take everything inside her to move past it, that the only thing that matters, is real, raw, relentless love. She won’t settle for anything less.

  PLAYLIST

  Beautiful With You. Halestorm

  I Know You, Skylar Grey

  Whispers in the Dark, Skillet

  Just Found Heaven, Daughtry

  Caught in the Fire, Klergy

  Forever, Papa Roach

  Why We Call Each Other, Dustin Lynch

  Believer, Cyn

  Every time We Touch, Cascada

  Talking Body, Tove Lo

  Pillowtalk, Zayn

  Girls Just Want to Have Fun , Cyndi Lauper

  Time After Time, Cyndi Lauper

  Wanted You More, Lady A

  Titanium, Madlyn Bailey

  When the party’s over, Billie Eilish

  The Bones, Maren Morris

  Beautiful Ghosts, T-Swift

  Beautiful Drug, ZBB

  Old Love Feels New, Chris Young

  Graveyard, Halsey

  Take Me to Church, Hozier

  Hanging On By a Thread, The Letter Black

  Alone, I Prevail

  Lies in the Dark, Tove Lo

  Sinning with You, Sam Hunt

  Dusk Till Dawn, Zayn w/Sia

  Poker Face, Lady Gaga

  Radio Lust, The Blancos

  Can You Hear Me, UNSECRET

  Youngblood, 5 Seconds of Summer

  Helium, Sia

  Love the Way You Lie, Rihnna & Eminem

  Madness, Ruelle

  Here Tonight, Brett Young

  Bad Thing, MGK

  Mood Ring, Britney Spears

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Blurb

  Playlist

  Prologue

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  About the Author

  NOTE: Lochlan and Ragan are so much fun to write. They’re not done though. Far from it. Can’t wait to find out what secrets Lochlan’s holding. Can you guess? There’s a few! Email me at jslgarza2010(at)gmail(dot)com and if you answer correctly on any of them, I’ll send you an exclusive Grifton Falls University journal! (US entries only)

  PROLOGUE

  Lochlan, 16

  “Why the hell are we going to that old windbag’s house?” I can’t keep the contempt out of my voice when I ask father what the fuck he’s doing taking us for a “luncheon” at Anita Mount’s house.

  He’s been real quiet about the whole situation and mother looks wary. Duncan has his headphones in and I can hear the music blasting, as he types wildly on his cellphone.

  “Lochlan, manners.” Mother says from upfront and I roll my eyes. I’ve never given a shit about my language, why do I need to curb it now? Love her, but she’s not the one I want answering me. I flick my gaze to my father, who’s always been a total dick in a lot of ways, but he usually answers me. My father’s always been one hundred percent transparent with me. I wait, keeping my gaze locked on his profile, but he only gives me a side eye, saying nothing. Not giving anything away.

  Impatience burns through my veins. He springs this ‘visit’ on the family— at least to me and Duncan— telling us to wear our best and get in the car. The tension in this car could be cut with a knife. Duncan is oblivious of course. He doesn’t really give a shit about anything dad says. Our father made it clear the heir to his company is me. I am the oldest of course, but he’s never included Duncan in anything having to do with Masters Construction and Development Group. MCDG is probably the most precious thing to my father. He’s never been a sentimental man. Whatever the fuck he does with mom, I’ve never seen him be affectionate to her. He never treats her poorly, but they’re never intimate in front of Duncan or me as if they have to keep their relationship behind closed doors.

  Whatever. That’s their thing. I just know when I get a wife, I don’t care who sees me, I’ll be all over her. The only woman I want to be married to is one that will satisfy every single need I have. And then some. Not that I plan on marrying any time soon. I’m only sixteen, but I’ve thought about it. My ideal woman.

  God, if Gabe was a girl, he’d be perfect for me. That’s how close we are. I love him like a brother though. And since I’m not really a fan of dicks, I’ll wait for the right woman. Ten, fifteen years down the road. This though? I don’t like it. Father hadn’t told me anything. His stoicism is pissing me off.

  Whatever father has cooking, I know doesn’t concern Duncan. He’s never given him a chance at anything. Pisses me the fuck off because Duncan’s a fucking genius, but I’m not concerned about that right now either. Usually it’s just our parents who visit the Mount or George estate on business or a friendly meeting or whatever.

  Whatever the fuck he’s got planned,
it involves me. And I don’t like it one bit.

  We get to the Mount Estate and as soon as the butler opens the door, I hear a feminine voice, loud and surly, “I don’t want to visit with your friends, whoever they are. I’m not changing into some prissy little dress to please you and whoever you got coming. I never wanted to be here in the first place. They just dumped me here.”

  That voice… I know that voice. Where do I know it from?

  My ears perk up and I look over mom’s shoulder and no ones there, but I hear the loud voices echoing down the entryway. Or the lone feminine outbursts anyway. It’s a shot of adrenaline down my spine and my dick twitches.

  The fuck? That’s when it hits me who’s smart mouth that belongs to. It’s her.

  It’s her voice.

  The little Mount girl, Ragan. She’s been coming during the summer the past few years. A more stubborn, outspoken girl I’ve never met before. A little young, but she’s got fire and spirit. When she left a few weeks ago, she couldn’t wait to leave.

  Now she’s here? Their butler stops just as a loud screech rings from the enclosed door.

  Doors to the right slam open and smack against the walls. Then an itty bitty little thing stomps from the room… damn.

  Her short, black hair is angled around her face and shows off her pale neck and my gaze follows the line of her spine to a high, round bubbly ass. I’ve never really noticed how skinny she was. Not that there’s a problem. At least, as I’m scanning over her body, I’m liking what I’m looking at as my dick reacts involuntarily. Twitch my ass; I feel it hardening beneath my trousers and I shove my hands into my pockets to keep it from being too noticeable.

  “Ragan Elouise!” Anita Mount calls out from the room and Ragan stops.

  My gaze scrolls back up her short, small frame to where I see her tiny tits jiggle— fuck! She’s not even wearing a bra if those little points sticking out are anything to go by. Not that she really needs to. The black shirt cradles her petite frame. She doesn’t really have much in the rack department, but that’s never been my problem either. Continuing, she’s got a cute, pert nose, raised with irritation in the air and I see her jaw clench. I’m guessing she doesn’t like being called by her full name. I’ll have to remember that.

  “Ragan—

  She opens her mouth when she turns, sees us and is taken aback. Seems she doesn’t like making a scene. Not that I mind, I like hearing her voice all fighting mad. I can’t help myself as I step aside and let her see me. I give her my signature smirk as her eyes catch mine. Her gaze widens before they narrow into thin snake-like slits. Then she turns, storming up the stairs as fast as she can go.

  She’s cute, in an uppity, regal sort of way. Anita Mount calls after her, not noticing us just yet. The matriarch of this family has an iron hand and has ruled over her little kingdom for the last decade when her husband croaked. Why her son isn’t heading up the family business is anyone’s guess, but I’m guessing it’s part of the reason why we’re here.

  The butler clears his throat and Mrs. Mount twists around, her gaze widening at being caught unawares but she recovers quickly. “Sebastian! Elizabeth! Kids, hello. Pardon the ruckus. She’s… adjusting.”

  “No problem, Anita.” Father speaks as she gestures for us to join her in her study. The room is like a study from some castle. High bookshelves, mahogany everywhere. Old world. Old style. Deep, old money. The room looks centuries old but there’s not one speck of dirt or dust.

  She invites us to sit down, and goes on to speak about shit I really don’t give a fuck about, so my eyes wander to the door, anticipating when the little princess is going to join us. Would she change into a pretty little dress for me— us? Ha. She doesn’t seem the type to take things backing down.

  Me? I’ve always been a take charge, full-speed ahead kind of guy. I think quickly on my feet and ever since I can remember, I’ve been forging my own path, doing shit however I wanted to. I know what I’m doing when I get out of Grifton Falls Academy. Go to GFU, study architecture and join the family business.

  My best friend, Gabriel Saint, and I have it all planned out. Mr. White-Knight under douchebag clothing. He thinks he’s a complete asshole like his father, but he’s the complete opposite. He’s the leader of our group. Gabriel, Judas Glass, and Duncan. Judas is a complete dick, but he’s a loyal dick. We’ve been best friends since diapers. And Duncan just fell in naturally since he was a loner growing up.

  Dad’s talking business shit with her as Duncan gets up and asks to be excused. Since he’s not a part of whatever the hell’s going on, mom gives him a smile and waves him off. Dad stares after him in that way he always does. Bitter hatred. He’s good at hiding his disdain while Duncan’s around, but I can see it. I always see it. He hasn’t ever told me why. Usually he’s pretty forthcoming with me. Has been ever since I can remember. When Duncan was born, he changed. Become bitter.

  Became angry.

  Became dangerous.

  I feel myself growing an edge with razor sharp teeth.

  Then Anita’s voice became clear. “I want to make a proposition with you, Sebastian.”

  “You mean with my eldest.”

  “Actually, either one would suffice.” I look between them, curious. Proposition about what?

  “No. It’ll be either with Lochlan, or we leave right now. If he wants to be a part of this.”

  “Sebastian.” My mother’s voice is shaky, knowing, just like I do, when dad gets that edge in his tone, he’s going to start getting dangerous.

  “Quiet, Elizabeth”

  Mother grits her teeth, but does as she’s told.

  “Fine.” Anita turns to me, her dark brown eyes full of contempt. “I want Ragan married before she turns twenty-five. The man who marries her, will get all that I hold. Financially. I want someone I can trust who can control that little mongrel of a girl and toe the company line. Her father and that rat he married can’t take care of her any longer and left her on my doorstep to raise—

  “She’s thirteen, she’s pretty raised already.” I can’t help interrupting her. I have never liked this woman. She’s vile, mean, manipulative and has no problem stepping over people to get what she wants. I don’t either, but I don’t do it to see others fail. Anita Mount enjoys degrading people whenever she gets a chance to. Especially the Saint’s. She hates Marcus with a passion and vigor I’ve never understood and the looks she gives Gabriel set my teeth on edge. I’m sure if she knew she’d never get caught, Marcus Saint would be six foot under. Along with his son. That I can’t have.

  Being my best friend, I have his back completely. I know he’s got mine and wants to believe he’s in charge of our little group being the top dog in our town, the prince, but I’m the general. I take care of everything, especially if there’s trouble.

  I love trouble.

  Speaking of trouble, I look to the left and see black hair quickly fly out of view. Little eavesdropper. I wonder what she heard.

  Curiosity must have gotten to her because I see her peeking around the door and her eyes lock on mine. Smirking, I give her a nod. Her eyes narrow into thin slits. I clear my throat, getting the adults attention and when they take notice of her at the door, they shut their convo down and walk towards the windows, out of earshot.

  Ragan got this suspicious glint in her gaze when she saw them walk away and for the moment, I figured I’d make it clear to this girl who the boss between us is going to be.

  I keep my gaze on hers as I get closer, but she backs away. Her eyes widening. She doesn’t want to be close to me. Hmm… interesting. Then she tilts her head.

  Wait… that head tilt is familiar. It stops me dead in my tracks. Something’s not right here. This prickling feeling begins to tingle at the back of my neck. An awareness I get when I know something’s not quite right.

  Then she sneers, clucks her tongue and raises both hands, then flips me off with this mad-dog expression on her face.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

&nb
sp; No. Way.

  Then I inspect her more closely. Im-fucking-possible.

  What the fuck? Everything inside me is riddled with shock and surprise.

  Then she spreads her hands in a ‘what-fuck-you-staring-at’ gesture and God help, her belligerence strikes me hard— right in my dick. Filling it with hunger. I grit my teeth, fist my hands and breathe in. If what I think is right, then this is more complicated than I ever imagined.