Francesca Hawley - Alpha vs. Alpha

Alpha vs. Alpha

Francesca Hawley

Alpha female Serena Goldwolf has spent a lifetime vowingnever to be a submissive mate to any Alpha male. But all it takes is onesurprisingly sexual meeting with Damien Blackwolf, a dissatisfied client of hershapeshifter dating site Predator-Match.com, and shes down on all fours,wanting to be mounted by the hottest male on two legsor fourwhom shes evermet.

Damien Blackwolf doesnt understand why the voluptuousSerena wont admit theyre True Mates. To convince her, he decides to bring outher baser desires by dragging her off to someplace private to get to knowherintimately. But how can he convince her of their destiny when she runs awayfrom him? Guess hell just have to hunt her down and persuade her.

In a passionate battle of wills, there most definitely canbe two winners.

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Alpha vs. Alpha

Francesca Hawley

Chapter One

What the hell kind of outfit is this?

Serena Goldwolfs head shot up at the irate shout comingfrom the outer office of her shapeshifter matchmaking business,Predator-Match.com. She brushed her bangs off her forehead with a sigh. Damnit, couldnt anyone in this office take care of stuff without herintervention?

The male voice continued to roar out there, and she knew hersecretary wouldnt be able to handle him because Kara was such an omega evenomega males dominated her. Serena sighed again, saved her database update andheaded out to confront the wolf male jerk. Serena took in the male outrage witha shake of her head. Asshole. He shook his head as if hed heard her.Yeah right. She wished.

Im sorry, sir. Really. Kara huddled in her chair, herhead dipped and her eyes on her desktop. Submission in her posture and hervoice.

You people set me up with some stalker bitch! I want totalk to one of the owners, now. A tall black-haired man with dark-browneyes leaned on the desk, his large hands flat on the wood.

Serena took him in, her body responding immediately. Damnit. She didnt need this shit, but she couldnt take her eyes off him. He worea very expensive, black Italian suit, Italian black leather loafers, a crispwhite shirt and red tie. The ultimate in power wear for the busy executive. Andhe was so good-looking he resembled an escapee from Fashion Week. She shook herhead to remind herself that he wasnt all thathe was just a wolf likeany other.

Heads hung out of office doors, watching the confrontationwith enjoyment, yet no one came to Karas rescue. Probably glad to be out offiring range themselvesthats what she got for hiring betas. The females allwanted him and the males would jump to follow his orders.

Female musk clogged the air. Especially from Lea Redcat, oneof her business partners. Predator-Match.com was damn successful. To theoutside world, their site looked like a zoo animal match service. To theshapeshifter community, it was a way to find a lover or a life partner. SinceLea was allowing this thing to escalate, it looked like Serena to the rescue.Again.

Im really sorry, sir. We do our best to match our clientsup with the best fit for them. Kara cringed lower behind her desk and wouldntmeet the mans eyes. Typical omega posture. The male frowned.

Are you saying you think I deserve a psycho bitch asmy Mate? His quiet voice seemed to scare Kara more than his shouting hadbecause she backed up. It wouldnt be long before she crawled under her desk.

No s-s-sir, Kara stammered.

Damn that bastard. He was done scaring Kara. Unable tosuppress her temper, Serena growled. His gaze flashed to her and she felt itall the way to her womb. Damn but he was hot. Life was just not fair.

She challenged himhead up, shoulders backinspecting himfrom top to bottom and allowing her gaze to linger, as if she were checking forfleas. His shoulders were broad and filled his Italian suit to perfection. Hisbroad chest narrowed to athletic hips, and she would bet money that his bellysported a six-pack, and not of the beer variety. He had the kind of face thatartists wanted to sculpt and women wanted to sit on. His eyes were the piece deresistancelarge, dark brown and thick-lashed beneath perfectly arched brows.

In short, he was a godor a male model. This was the kind ofmale who never looked twice at Serena because she wasnt tall and thin, or tinyand doll-like. She had yet to meet a male wolf who wanted a woman with curves,but this kind of wolf was the worst. These wolves wanted trophy bitches.

Who are you? His voice cut the air like a knife.

She lifted her chin when the bastard stared her down. Howdare he try to intimidate her? She was an alpha female, damn it!

Im Serena Goldwolf and one of the co-owners ofPredator-Match.com. Who are you? No way would she back down from thisone. The man needed to be taken down a peg.

He scowled at her and his eyes narrowed at her temerity inconfronting him. The bastard was an Alpha from the tips of his perfect blackhair to the bottom of his highly polished Italian loafers.

Damien Blackwolf. A fucking unhappy customer.

He straightened to face off against her, obviously waitingfor his pronouncement to have some effect. He said it as if she were supposedto curtsey to him. Not only was he an alpha, but a Blackwolf Alpha. An alphawas a dominant male, but an Alpha was the heir of a clan, or the leader of one.This male had or definitely would found his own clan group one day.

What seems to be your problem?

On the whole, Serena was not fond of Blackwolf malesthey weretoo arrogant by half, and this one seemed to think he was Gods gift. She hadto admit he was a beautiful specimen who made her wet just to look at him, butshe wasnt about to admit that to him.

He smiled the smile of the male who knew a female was reactingto him. Shit. Her scent must be broadcasting. He licked his perfect full lips.Males were not supposed to have lips like that. Double shit.