Table Of ContentAlpha vs. Alpha
Francesca Hawley
Alpha female Serena Goldwolf has spent a lifetime vowing
never to be a submissive mate to any Alpha male. But all it
takes is one surprisingly sexual meeting with Damien
Blackwolf, a dissatisfied client of her shapeshifter dating site
Predator-Match.com, and she’s down on all fours, wanting to
be mounted by the hottest male on two legs—or four—whom
she’s ever met.
Damien Blackwolf doesn’t understand why the voluptuous
Serena won’t admit they’re True Mates. To convince her, he
decides to bring out her baser desires by dragging her off to
someplace private to get to know her…intimately. But how can
he convince her of their destiny when she runs away from him?
Guess he’ll just have to hunt her down and persuade her.
In a passionate battle of wills, there most definitely can be
two winners.
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ALPHA VS. ALPHA
Francesca Hawley
Chapter One
“What the hell kind of outfit is this?”
Serena Goldwolf’s head shot up at the irate shout coming
from the outer office of her shapeshifter matchmaking
business, Predator-Match.com. She brushed her bangs off her
forehead with a sigh. Damn it, couldn’t anyone in this office
take care of stuff without her intervention?
The male voice continued to roar out there, and she knew
her secretary wouldn’t be able to handle him because Kara was
such an omega even omega males dominated her. Serena
sighed again, saved her database update and headed out to
confront the wolf male jerk. Serena took in the male outrage
with a shake of her head. Asshole. He shook his head as if he’d
heard her. Yeah right. She wished.
“I’m sorry, sir. Really.” Kara huddled in her chair, her head
dipped and her eyes on her desktop. Submission in her posture
and her voice.
“You people set me up with some stalker bitch! I want to
talk to one of the owners, now.” A tall black-haired man with
dark-brown eyes leaned on the desk, his large hands flat on the
wood.
Serena took him in, her body responding immediately. Damn
it. She didn’t need this shit, but she couldn’t take her eyes off
him. He wore a very expensive, black Italian suit, Italian black
leather loafers, a crisp white shirt and red tie. The ultimate in
power wear for the busy executive. And he was so good-looking
he resembled an escapee from Fashion Week. She shook her
head to remind herself that he wasn’t all that…he was just a
wolf like any other.
Heads hung out of office doors, watching the confrontation
with enjoyment, yet no one came to Kara’s rescue. Probably
glad to be out of firing range themselves…that’s what she got
for hiring betas. The females all wanted him and the males
would jump to follow his orders.
Female musk clogged the air. Especially from Lea Redcat,
one of her business partners. Predator-Match.com was damn
successful. To the outside world, their site looked like a zoo
animal match service. To the shapeshifter community, it was a
way to find a lover or a life partner. Since Lea was allowing this
thing to escalate, it looked like Serena to the rescue. Again.
“I’m really sorry, sir. We do our best to match our clients up
with the best fit for them.” Kara cringed lower behind her desk
and wouldn’t meet the man’s eyes. Typical omega posture. The
male frowned.
“Are you saying you think I deserve a psycho bitch as my
Mate?” His quiet voice seemed to scare Kara more than his
shouting had because she backed up. It wouldn’t be long before
she crawled under her desk.
“No s-s-sir,” Kara stammered.
Damn that bastard. He was done scaring Kara. Unable to
suppress her temper, Serena growled. His gaze flashed to her
and she felt it all the way to her womb. Damn but he was hot.
Life was just not fair.
She challenged him—head up, shoulders back—inspecting
him from top to bottom and allowing her gaze to linger, as if
she were checking for fleas. His shoulders were broad and
filled his Italian suit to perfection. His broad chest narrowed to
athletic hips, and she would bet money that his belly sported a
six-pack, and not of the beer variety. He had the kind of face
that artists wanted to sculpt and women wanted to sit on. His
eyes were the piece de resistance—large, dark brown and
thick-lashed beneath perfectly arched brows.
In short, he was a god—or a male model. This was the kind
of male who never looked twice at Serena because she wasn’t
tall and thin, or tiny and 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. How
dare he try to intimidate her? She was an alpha female, damn
it!
“I’m Serena Goldwolf and one of the co-owners of Predator-
Match.com. Who are you?” No way would she back down from
this one. The man needed to be taken down a peg.
He scowled at her and his eyes narrowed at her temerity in
confronting him. The bastard was an Alpha from the tips of his
perfect black hair to the bottom of his highly polished Italian
loafers.
“Damien Blackwolf. A fucking unhappy customer.”
He straightened to face off against her, obviously waiting for
his pronouncement to have some effect. He said it as if she
were supposed to curtsey to him. Not only was he an alpha, but
a Blackwolf Alpha. An alpha was 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 males—they
were too arrogant by half, and this one seemed to think he was
God’s gift. She had to admit he was a beautiful specimen who
made her wet just to look at him, but she wasn’t about to admit
that to him.
He smiled the smile of the male who knew a female was
reacting to him. Shit. Her scent must be broadcasting. He
licked his perfect full lips. Males were not supposed to have
lips like that. Double shit.
“Your much-acclaimed psychology matching service paired
me with the psycho bitch from hell!”
“Well, considering your obnoxious attitude with my
secretary, it would seem our ‘much-acclaimed psychological
matching service’ did just dandy,” Serena countered with a
smile.
He growled and took a step toward her. She tensed but
stayed where she was. The worst thing to do when a predator
challenged was cringe or run, and this man was definitely a
predator. If the bastard thought she was that easily intimated,
he was in for a rude awakening.
She raised her brow and crossed her arms over her chest.
He paused, dumbfounded, looking as perplexed as a pup trying
to figure out why he tripped over his tail. Damn it, that made
him adorable. Serena shook her head in disgust at herself.
Alpha males were not adorable. They were royal pains,
emphasis on both royal and pain.
She might be an alpha female, but she was damned if she
was going to take an Alpha male like him as her Mate. When
she did date, she dated betas because they were easier to
manage. Serena blinked. Why was she using the permanent
possessive with this one? A Mate was a partner for life, and a
mate was good for a tumble. This male didn’t come close to
fulfilling her needs for either role.
“Miss Goldwolf…”
“Ms.”
“What?”
“Ms. Goldwolf. I’m not some untried adolescent, Mr.
Blackwolf, and I would appreciate if you would acknowledge
it.”
“Ms. Goldwolf…” His sarcastic voice was deep and made her
nipples harden. She pretended it didn’t affect her, but she
knew he realized it did. Why did he show up here today? She
didn’t need the aggravation.
“Yes?”
He glared down at her. “This is a business, Ms. Goldwolf,
and I am a very dissatisfied customer. I have friends who I’ve
told about this company who could very easily withdraw their
business at my request. I suggest you moderate your tone.”
That was it. Serena saw red. She stalked over to him and
poked him in the chest with her finger while she scowled up
into his black eyes.
“Listen to me, you arrogant wolf! You come in here, guns
blazing, and abuse my secretary then threaten me. Pull your
business if you want. Tell your friends to take a hike too. I don’t
