Howling For Love (Rock Star Alpha, #1) Read Free

heart and rip out your soul? Come on. Who doesn’t want that?”
    “I like to keep my heart beating in my chest, thank you very much,” Stefan muttered. “By the way, I’m not sure if you’re being too dramatic or sarcastic.”
    “I’m being real with you here, Stefan,” Rory muttered. “God, the guys are to die for. Let’s begin with my man crush Steel...”
    Stefan barely heard what Rory said. They were werewolves, so that explained the strange eye color, although from what Stefan knew about shifters, their pupils only turned yellow when intense emotions came over them, like desire or anger. Because the walls between their rooms were paper thin, Stefan could hear Rory indulging in his private time, murmuring Steel’s name over and over again.
    He had to buy earplugs to block out the sound, but he didn’t have the heart to tell his best friend to keep it down. After Rory’s family lost everything, it had been a tough blow for Rory, who never worked a day in his life.
    He adjusted to his new life soon enough, like Stefan predicted. Going to this concert was Rory’s way of curing his broken heart. While Stefan wasn’t into Dominance or rock for that matter, he was touched, even though he was Rory’s second choice after his first dumped him.
    They finally entered the parking lot of the Red and Blue Room. It wasn’t so much a room but a concert hall. Not surprisingly, the lots were full, but with Rory’s mad driving skills, they managed to shimmy their way between a Volkswagen and a truck. Maneuvering his body between the tight space proved harder and by the time they squeezed their way through the entrance, Stefan was covered in sweat, front and back.
    “Don’t worry about it, everyone’s sweating, but they’re too busy screaming their hearts out. We will be too,” Rory said, patting his arm, but Stefan wasn’t the least bit reassured.
    He didn’t like crowds, the annoying press of bodies everywhere. Afraid of getting lost, Stefan kept close to Rory.
    Damn, but he sort of looked out of place. Stefan should have gone for a more conservative choice, like Rory in his jeans and shirt with the words ‘Dominance’ written in front in red letters. Rory’s shirt at the back looked more embarrassing though, with Steel’s figure plastered and a huge heart circling it. Heck, there were a lot of loyal fans wearing ‘I love’ shirts with the names of band members—Mick, Steel and Korey. A three-man group then.
    Well, there were crazier looking dudes and ladies, but they looked at home with their get-up while Stefan felt like a Ken doll playing dress-up. Rory should have let him change. He kept tugging his shirt down, face red, but no one seemed to give a damn about appearances at least.
    There was little space to maneuver, although they were up in the front and Rory called these prime seats. What seats? Everyone was standing, chatting, screaming, excited and the show hadn’t even started yet. Stefan couldn’t wait for all this to be over. He wasn’t like the rest of the fans here.
    The lights suddenly went off, the lighting changed. Smoke appeared on stage, shadowy figures of the band members appeared. Stefan thought a popular band like Dominance would have fancier effects. His apprehension vanished when the spotlight shone on Dominance.
    “Steel, I love you! Make me yours!” screamed Rory beside him. Where the hell did the fabled Prince of Tennessee go? Usually, Rory was a prig about manners and class, uptight, but now he was jumping and screaming with the rest.
    “How’s every son-of-a-bitch and all the pretty things this evening?” the lead singer’s voice echoed through the speakers everywhere.
    Wait. What kind of greeting was that? Still, the crowd went wild.
    “Mick Badder, give me your babies!” the young woman next to him nearly made him deaf and damn the tall dude in front of Stefan. What kind of name was Mick Badder? Not any worse than Steel, he supposed. He rose on tiptoes, trying to get