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
“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
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