Alpha Wear

By Haylee Wolf

Joe never wanted to be Alpha. West never thought he needed a mate.

After his father dies, Joe’s pack expects him to be the next Alpha. Losing a challenge is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Joe’s finally free, even if freedom comes with a hefty price tag. While on the run, the last thing Joe expects to find is his feisty Omega mate.

West prides himself on being different. He’s graduated from fashion school and recently opened his own store. When he crosses path with a bloody and broken Alpha, West wants nothing to do with Joe...except his wolf knows Joe is his missing half. He can’t fall in love, can’t give in to this dark and sexy Alpha. But West knows its only a matter of time before he surrenders his body and heart to Joe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fern Publishing
• Release date: Oct 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370482979

Haylee Wolf

A sky-diving instructor, wife, and mother of three, Haylee Wolf writes gay erotic romances with heat and bite. Aside from devouring MM romances, Haylee’s hobbies include jiu jitsu, gnome chasing and video games.

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Table of Contents

Alpha Wear

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

About the Author

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Joe never wanted to be Alpha. West never thought he needed a mate.

After his father dies, Joe’s pack expects him to be the next Alpha. Losing a challenge is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Joe’s finally free, even if freedom comes with a  hefty price tag.  While on the run, the last thing Joe expects to find is his feisty Omega mate.

West prides himself on being different. He’s graduated from fashion school and recently opened his own store. When he crosses path with a bloody and broken Alpha, West wants nothing to do with Joe...except his wolf knows Joe is his missing half. He can’t fall in love, can’t give in to this dark and sexy Alpha. But West knows its only a matter of time before he surrenders his body and heart to Joe.

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Excerpt:

Joe laughed, the warm sound going right to his bones. It was a good sound, a glimpse of better things to come.

Was this what it was like, being with a guy like Joe?

With Joe, all of West’s problems seem to disappear. Maybe he’d been drowning all his life and Joe was the oxygen he needed.

Come here. Joe tugged him close, sealing their lips together.

West’s control finally unravelled. Joe banded one muscled arm around his waist, preventing escape—not that he wanted to.

Clutching at Joe’s biceps, he kissed back, fervently, passionately.

They moved a step backwards. Took another step until West’s back hit the hood of Joe’s car. Cold metal grazed his back. Joe lowered him against the hood.

The still sane part of West’s mind argued they shouldn’t be doing this in a public. At the same time, a thrill went down his spine. The prospect of having a passerby catching them in action—two shifters feeling each other up, and Joe yanking at his pants was dizzying.

Joe finally worked the button and zipper of his jeans.

Scoot up a little higher, Joe commanded.

West obeyed, shocked when the Alpha inched his pants lower, followed by his boxers. Before he could say anything, Joe placed a kiss on his leaking dick.

The breath went out of his lungs. As an Omega, West had seldom been on the receiving end of intimacy.

He jerked when Joe’s tongue slipped out and flicked away the pre-cum on his tip. A moan tore out of him, which he tried to muffle.

Joe’s mouth felt hot, wet and wonderful. The Alpha kept his hands firmly on his hips, restricting movement, so West had to take what Joe had to give.

His heartbeats spiked. His breaths shortened. This was exactly the kind of thing his blood craved—dominance without the abuse.

Joe seemed to know what he was doing. The Alpha licked him from root to tip, keeping one hand curled around his base. Joe’s mouth reached downwards, giving his balls a squeeze.

West nearly came then. Biting back a cry, he held back, not wishing to disappoint just when they started.

Good boy, Joe said, pausing from his task. You’ll only come when I tell you to, understood?

West bit back a remark. How could he find that so hot?

Besides, the teasing Alpha was gone. Joe’s domineering personality re-surfaced. This time, West liked—no craved, this side of Joe.

Opening his mouth wide, Joe finally took West in his mouth. The Alpha took him, inch-by-inch, seemingly taking his time, enjoying West’s torment.

West clawed at the metal, needing something to hold onto.

Cool night wind brushed against his face. Strands of his hair fell across his face. But West wasn’t cold. Joe felt like fire. The Alpha’s touch warmed him up in so many ways.

Joe bobbed his head up and down. West knew he wouldn’t last any longer.

Please, he pleaded.

His voice was hoarse with need. West couldn’t remember the last time he lost control like this, or the last time he allowed a stranger to play his body like a instrument.

It felt like he was built for Joe’s touches and Joe’s kisses.

Say that again, Joe said after pulling out of the blowjob for air.

Chapter 1

Joe Hobbs sat in the back of the church to avoid notice. He wanted some time to gather his thoughts.

It all happened so fast—his father’s death. Too fast.

St. Mary’s wasn’t all that big, but it was the only Catholic church he could find on short notice. Most shifters didn’t like enclosed spaces. But his father had been a praying man and insisted in his will he wanted to have a church service.

Joe never took to religion.

The funeral goers walked right past him to pay their respects to his father. The old man looked peaceful in eternal rest—the exact opposite of Alan Hobbs in real life.

His father was always in motion, always too busy for his family.

As Alpha of the Faith Spring pack, it was understandable. Alan belonged not just to Joe and his mom, but to the pack.

In the end, his mother died of heartache and his father would be buried alongside her in the back of the church.

When Joe died, he wanted to be cremated, his ashes scattered to the wind, or perhaps the ocean.

He doubted he’d like to have strangers popping in to view his corpse. It wasn’t just friends or pack members who visited, but also wolves from other packs.

Enemies also came to gloat. They didn’t need to say a word, but Joe knew the look in their eyes.

That angered some of the pack enforcers—who were most of his father’s friends, but what could Joe do about it?

Despite his strategic position in the back pew, visitors didn’t miss him.

I’m sorry for your loss.

We expect great things from you, Alpha.

Those were some of the typical words they imparted.

Joe grunted one response or another. Some claimed to know his father well.

He kept his silence. Joe had never been close to his father. The same blood flowed in their veins but that was all.

Maybe coldness and emotional detachment was the only way his father knew how to raise his own kid. According to his dad, showing less emotion would toughened up the future Alpha of the pack.

In their world, hard men to led the flock.

Alpha, your father was a good man, a terrific leader. The very best, said an elderly gentleman whose name Joe didn’t know.

Zack, one of his father’s closest friends and a grizzly old enforcer for the pack, had given him a folder of names to remember.

Joe didn’t bother to take a peek.

Alpha. That was funny.

Joe still couldn’t get used to the word. He heard the other members of the pack muttering to themselves.

They questioned his ability to lead and why shouldn’t they?

Joe stayed in the