A Mate's Submission: Hot Paranormal Romance

By P. Jameson

She's the Alpha, but he's determined to make her kneel for his love...

Avan is finally Alpha to the largest wolf pack in the country. Her position as one of the few alpha females in existence means shifters will come from all over to challenge her and gain control of Ozarka. Most concerning is the sudden appearance of a Ravendale wolf she never expected to see in her camp. But she has a secret weapon--she's going to use the brains her mama gave her to outwit any opponent. And when that doesn't work, she'll lean on her sexual prowess, because it's never failed her yet.

Lexar has given up on finding a person to spend the rest of his life with. His former mating ended as an epic disaster, with his intended unwilling to even speak to him, and living on an island in the pacific. He's satisfied spending his nights alone and his days serving Ravendale as the pack's most trusted guard. That is until an intriguing alpha female has him questioning his role as a wolf... and as a hot-blooded man. When Lexar is sent to support the new alpha, he finds himself caught in a seductive game of push and pull that sets his wolf on fire, and makes him wonder if a relationship between two dominant wolves is possible.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bryant Street Publishing
• Release date: Mar 19, 2024
• ISBN: 9781094465906

P. Jameson

P. Jameson is a USA Today Bestselling author who likes to spend her time daydreaming, and then rearranging those dreams into heartstring-pulling stories of trials and triumph. Paranormal is her jam, so you're sure to find said stories full of hot alpha males of the supernatural variety who fall hard for strong, sassy women. She lives next door to the great Rocky mountains with her husband and kids, who provide her with plenty of writing fodder. For news on all of P. Jameson's books, copy and paste the following link to your browser and sign up for the newsletter: https://bit.ly/pjnlsignup OR visit her website at www.pjamesonbooks.com

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1

This was getting old fast. Not the punches to the face. Or the kicks to the groin which would fell a male, but only left her lady parts feeling numb. These assholes didn’t know how to fight a woman. Which was actually probably a good thing. It meant they were nothing like her predecessor. The dick-faced fucking bastard.

Avan drew from that anger and managed to land a throat punch to the massive wolf pummeling her. He choked, and that split second of hesitation gave her the opportunity to maneuver out from under him. She was far from having the advantage, but she also knew there was a teeny tiny hair-like line between the winner and the loser. A powerful enough jab to the nose, pushing the bone into the brain, or a snap of the neck, or even a well-placed punch could disable her opponent.

The only thing left after that was to kill them. She didn’t take pleasure in that part, but it was required of her. Even the ones fighting her required it. If she couldn’t kill them, she didn’t deserve to be alpha. Each fight was a test. Her people needed to feel safe and her challengers needed to know no one could take what was hers.

Over the past months, Avan had fought off so many wannabe alphas she’d lost count.

The crowd that gathered was silent. Her wolves didn’t cheer her on, but she didn’t take offense. They were beaten down. They wouldn’t cheer for a rainbow after a drought-curing flood.

Blood ran down Avan’s arms and dripped from her fingers to the dirt-covered ground forming small pools of crimson. Muscles flexed as her challenger reared back for another massive hit. She could feel it before he even made contact, the anticipation was so intense. And the actual blow was like a million bolts of electric hitting her nerves.

No. This wolf couldn’t be the one to take her down.

Without bidding, her animal sprang to the surface and she cursed it to hell. In all her fights since becoming alpha, she’d never been the first to change. It meant she was hurt worse than she thought. It meant she had to find a way to end this before he ended her.

She caught her mother’s worried gaze from the crowd. Mama never attended challenges. It was too hard for her to witness and too distracting for Avan. If she was here now, it was because someone had sent for her.

They thought Avan was losing.

The pack’s faith in her fucking sucked. Unfortunately until Avan bested every opponent, and the wolves pledged their allegiance, they weren’t obligated to support her.

Avan growled low. Blood coated her fur, and her eyes and snout were so swollen it was hard to breathe or see. She was hurt. She’d only win this by instinct.

The brutal male shifted to a snarling black mass of fur. He was going to fake right before swiping left. She’d caught on to the pattern after more than an hour of brawling, but she had to time her attack just right.

He did exactly as she’d anticipated, and Avan ducked to escape the blow. Before he was even done swinging, she lunged forward, clamping her jaws on his throat. But his rebound was fast. Too fast, and his claws sliced into the soft skin of her belly.

The pain was fierce. She could actually feel the flesh splitting and the warm gush of blood. She was going down. Down for good. But if this was the end, she was taking him out with her. Let the pack fall under Ravendale authority. They’d be better off under Cael’s leadership anyway.

With one last burst of energy, she locked her jaw and pulled with all her might, tasting blood and fur and sinew. But gagging wasn’t an option because in the next second, everything went black.

Grim reaper black.

Death.

Lexar stared at the jukebox selection for the hundredth time of the night. He was going to pay Charlie to load the fucker with something that had a better beat. Bullseye was a swell mish-mash of all walks of life, but the music choices leaned more on the side of the boot-scootin’ variety.

He sighed. He’d have to settle for some classic rock.

He clicked B-9 and the first notes of Kiss You All Over blared to life. Lexar bobbed his head. Okay, yeah. This was pretty good. And anything was better than that Maroon 5 song Breah had on repeat all night long. Talk about cliché. And her theory that Adam Levine was actually a shifter was utterly ridiculous. No shifter would risk singing about smelling their mate for all the world to hear.

What the hell is this? she asked, when he’d made his way back to their table.

Exile. Why?

How am I supposed to shake my ass to this?

Lexar shrugged. Not my problem.

Vesh pulled his mate closer, managing to look loving and protective of Breah while at the same time glaring at Lexar. Pure talent, right there. Damn right about that. Come on, Brae, we’ll make it work. There was a hint of a smile on his face as they slid from the booth and made their way to the half full dance floor.

Cael shook his head, his arm bringing his own mate close.

So many matings recently. Most of the time, it didn’t bother Lexar, but lately it was verging on irritating. Like a ringing in his ears. Or something worse. He was unsatisfied. But there was also nothing he could do about it. He already had a mate, and shifter mates were for life. It wasn’t like he could have a re-do.

He thought of Tandy. He thought of her daily. But she’d made a life for herself elsewhere, without him. She wanted nothing to do with him. Hated him, in fact. And even though he didn’t hate her back, he didn’t feel love for her either. Not anymore. Maybe not ever.

But even though she was willing to let him move on, his wolf was not.

After mating, were-shifters weren’t supposed to find anyone other than their intended arousing. This had been true for Lexar until a few months ago.

He stared hard at his alpha and first mate. They weren’t intended mates. They were something else entirely. Their wolves accepted each other even though they weren’t supposed to be together. They’d even survived the ceremony without their animals tearing them apart. It was a miracle. Or maybe not, since there was so much history between the two of them. Maybe that was the key. Maybe if you met someone else and made that soul deep connection before ever encountering your intended, the instinct could be overridden.

Lexar sat back, crossing his arms.

That wasn’t the circumstance he found himself in though. He’d met Tandy first. Fucked that up exponentially. And now wanted a second chance. Not with her though. He’d tried for that already. Spent years trying to do right by her. She didn’t want a mating, and it took two to make it work.

Cael dragged his gaze away from his mate to address Lexar. I’m concerned. There’s been no word from Ozarka for weeks. Last I heard, challenges were in full swing, but I expected Avan to keep me updated.

Damn. He’d tried not to think of what was happening several hundred miles south. He’d ignored the implications of the new alpha being continually challenged for her position. Every time he worried about her, he reminded himself she was a total hardass.

Besides, it wasn’t his place to worry about her. Not in any capacity other than relating to the safety of Ravendale. And her losing her position would put Ravendale in a kink. Right now, the packs were allies. If a strange wolf came into power, who knew how that would play out.

Can’t anyone contact Farrow?

Besh shook her head. He’s shut away with Gabby. Not even Trager can get through.

Which means no one has Avan’s back, Cael added. We don’t know who she trusts, but I’m guessing the numbers are few. Someone needs to check on her.

Someone. Sounded like Alpha had an idea of who he wanted to send. But Lexar wasn’t the one for the job.

Vesh, he suggested.

Cael shook his head. "He needs to be here. His mating is still new, and his mate is still new to the life. They need time. Besides, he’s not exactly Switzerland. Ozarka was his home for too many years."

Lexar shook his head. Haze then. He could use some time away from camp.

You know that won’t work. Avan doesn’t know him, and they’d likely kill each other within the first five minutes. It has to be you. You two got along well before.

Got along well? If by ‘well’ he meant she gave Lexar the first raging hard-on he’d had in a decade, then yeah, they got along spectacularly.

Damn.

But since she was Cael’s intended, it wasn’t like he could just tell the guy that. Sure, he was mated to Besh and seemed zero percent attracted to Avan, but… it was just a real fucked up situation. It deviated from the norm, and all the wolves involved seemed to