Who Can Deny An Alpha’s Claim?

Lose yourself in these ten sinfully delicious love stories. After all, who could deny an Alpha’s claim?

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The shifters in our Alpha’s Claim anthology have one thing in common—they won’t take “no” for an answer. Whether they lead packs of their own, or whether they walk a solitary path, these alphas won’t let anyone stop them from claiming their women.

Take a peak each day to find out more about a story in one of the anthologies – yes there’s a Manlove edition as well!

Never Hit a Werewolf With Your Car, by Melissa Hosack

Blurb

Duke is a literal lone wolf. He left his pack under less than cordial circumstances, he doesn’t speak to his family, and he avoids emotional ties. He’s a bad boy to the extreme, a heartbreaker. Arika Cho has her hands full when this alpha male forces his way into her life under odd circumstances. Duke is the exact opposite of what she’s used to. He’s rough. He’s jaded. And he’s intimidating. As a professional dancer, Arika’s life is filled with ballet and tutus, not motorcycles and engine grease. Despite their vast differences, Arika finds herself falling for this rugged and emotionally guarded werewolf. Can she convince Duke that the two of them are meant to be together, or is she just another checkmark on this bad boy’s list?

Excerpt:

Her eyes traveled voraciously over the taut muscles of his chest, over the ridiculous definition of his abdomen. Swallowing thickly, she allowed her gaze to peruse the bulging muscles of his thighs. She flitted along the thick cock that lay against his inner leg before quickly averting her eyes. Not that it mattered. He was completely oblivious to her gawking. His head was bent over his injured leg, causing his thighs to spread and his dick to be even more visible. Her head swam, and her face heated with embarrassment. His stark nakedness drew her attention to her own practically undressed state. With a squeak, she covered her bare waist with her hands in an unsuccessful attempt at modesty. The sound was what finally drew his attention. He glanced up at her and then smirked in amusement. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Arika gave a squawk of indignation. She dropped her arms to her sides, then thought better of it and quickly lifted them to conceal her breasts. She crossed her arms awkwardly over the front of her body, hugging herself. “Who are you?” she demanded. “And how did you get inside my home?” He arched a brow at her. “Name’s Duke.” He lowered his head again over his leg before giving a sigh and leaning back to properly look at her. He brought one knee up to drape his arm across and stretched the other leg out. He looked like the centerfold of some dirty magazine as he grinned up at her, not at all abashed by his nudity. “I’m the werewolf you hit with your car. And I’m here in your home because you invited me in. Remember all that, looks like you’ll be coming home with me, big boy?” The look he sent her was downright lascivious. Arika blanched at the completely sexual overtone that statement held. The way he said it sounded so … dirty. “When I said that I…” She stuttered over her words, mortification dominating her verbal skills. “I … how… You’re a … a—” Every bit of lore she’d ever heard came slamming to the forefront of her mind. “Oh crap! And I invited you into my home! Now you’re free to come and go as you please. And—” “That’s vampires, you idiot. Not werewolves.” He shot her an incredulous look and shook his head. “You have no idea…” Suddenly, he stopped mid-rant and cocked his head at her with a disbelieving expression. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Arika’s eyes widened, and she glanced about nervously. “What is it? What now?” Duke climbed to his feet and crossed the room in two strides of his long legs. As he did, she tried not to ogle him, but her eyes had a mind of their own. Her arms dropped to her sides as she watched his beautiful, muscular body. His thighs bulged with the movements of his legs, and his … well, it looked impressive, too. Feeling as if her brain was numb, she forced her head to lift so her gaze met his. A strange man was in her bedroom. She knew she should be frightened of him, but he was just so damn distracting. Maybe if he put some pants on, she could scrounge up enough fear to realize this was not how a normal evening went. The last time she’d had a man in her bedroom … hell, it had been four months. Five? Upon reaching her, Duke lowered his face over hers with a frown. “You’re aroused.” His accusation brought a bark of nervous laughter from her throat. “What?” She was embarrassed by the shrill, panicked sound of her voice. “You’re aroused. Completely.” His dark brown eyes searched her face. “I said the word werewolf, and your panties started getting damp.” Arika gave a squawk of indignation. “Excuse me?” She could not believe the audacity of his statement, the sheer arrogance. Sure, her secret guilty pleasure happened to be novels where the hero was of the shapeshifting variety, but that did not mean she was aroused by Duke. Not in the least. Freaked out was a more accurate description of what she was currently feeling. He lifted his hand to run his index finger along the cup of her bra. “Your nipples are hard.” She shivered at the husky tone in his voice, and her eyes fluttered closed. She didn’t think she could resist him if she looked into his melted-chocolate gaze. It was so heated and sexual. “I’m just cold. My hair is wet from the storm.” His finger glided once against across her nipple, and he gave a low sound of appreciation. “The cold could explain the nipples.” As her eyes opened, she saw him lean forward. Then his nose was in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply. “But the scent of your arousal is unmistakable.”

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