Crashing Into My Alpha
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I was born an Alpha.
Unfortunately, everyone seems to think that means I should act like a lady.
My father wants me in dresses, behaving politely, studying harder, and staying out of fights. The racing world wants me to prove that a woman can survive on a track built for men.
And I’m tired of proving myself to people who already decided I can’t.
Then my father gives me an ultimatum: raise my grades or lose my racing license.
His solution?
Dylan Cross.
My new tutor.
My father's favorite athlete.
And the last man I expected to be able to beat me at anything.
“You're not my type,” I tell him.
His gray eyes hold mine.
“Good.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why?”
“Because you're mine.”
My heart stutters.
Then that familiar golden heat rolls through my veins.
The mate bond.
No.
Absolutely not.
Dylan isn't supposed to be my mate.
He's supposed to be my competition.
The man I'm determined to beat on the track, outsmart in the classroom, and eventually leave behind.
But the more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to tell where rivalry ends and desire begins.
Late-night tutoring turns into midnight training.
Arguments turn into touches that last too long.
Competition turns into jealousy.
And every time he gets close, my Alpha instincts whisper the same dangerous truth:
Dylan Cross isn't the man standing in my way.
He's the man I'm destined to crash into.
And if my father, the racing world, or the packs find out who my mate is, winning the next race may be the least of my problems.
Unfortunately, everyone seems to think that means I should act like a lady.
My father wants me in dresses, behaving politely, studying harder, and staying out of fights. The racing world wants me to prove that a woman can survive on a track built for men.
And I’m tired of proving myself to people who already decided I can’t.
Then my father gives me an ultimatum: raise my grades or lose my racing license.
His solution?
Dylan Cross.
My new tutor.
My father's favorite athlete.
And the last man I expected to be able to beat me at anything.
“You're not my type,” I tell him.
His gray eyes hold mine.
“Good.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why?”
“Because you're mine.”
My heart stutters.
Then that familiar golden heat rolls through my veins.
The mate bond.
No.
Absolutely not.
Dylan isn't supposed to be my mate.
He's supposed to be my competition.
The man I'm determined to beat on the track, outsmart in the classroom, and eventually leave behind.
But the more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to tell where rivalry ends and desire begins.
Late-night tutoring turns into midnight training.
Arguments turn into touches that last too long.
Competition turns into jealousy.
And every time he gets close, my Alpha instincts whisper the same dangerous truth:
Dylan Cross isn't the man standing in my way.
He's the man I'm destined to crash into.
And if my father, the racing world, or the packs find out who my mate is, winning the next race may be the least of my problems.















































