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  Matched with Her Wolf Copyright 2019 Lila Grey and Dara Fraser

  ISBN: 978-1-68361-339-8

  Editor Wizards in Publishing

  Published by Decadent Publishing LLC

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  About the Authors

  Mate Me Maybe. The dating app for shifters. Leave with more than just a good time!

  Alpha heir apparent Amber doesn’t have time for dating. And given the men she’s been out with, she doesn’t really want to. Especially since her time in the city is limited. But a picture on an app changes her mind, and before she knows it, she has a date with a shifter.

  Rogue Ruston has given up on love. He’s the most eligible bachelor at his university—and as a professor, that puts him in a precarious situation. Hoping to meet someone who’s not a student, he downloads a shifter dating app on a whim. But when he connects with Amber, everything changes.

  Even though they realize almost instantly that they are true mates, that knowledge doesn’t make their lives any easier. And when Amber is called to take her place as pack Alpha, Ruston must decide if he is willing to join a pack for the first time and learn what it means to be an Alpha’s mate.

  Mate Me Maybe is an mf dating app shifter romance featuring an Alpha wolf female who wants to hide from her destiny, a sexy professor who has never been pack, and true fated mates who find their happily ever after.

  Matched with Her Wolf

  Mate Me, Maybe Book 1

  By

  Lila Grey and Dara Fraser

  Chapter One

  Amber Scott

  “No. Just no.” I held up my hand as Penny started in with her you should date crap.

  She meant well, of that I was sure, but crap on a cracker, she needed to stop.

  “Hear me out.”

  I brushed past her, pointing to the hole in the apartment wall from the last time I thought it might be a good idea to dip my toe in the dating pool. Yeah, I was good and done, at least for now.

  “Jonathan is not every man.” And she was right. He wasn’t, and he soon discovered I wasn’t like the other women he dated, the hole being where his head hit the wall after he tried to ignore my firm no. Never mess with a shifter. Not that he knew that inside me was a wolf who could end him with one swipe of my claw or puncture of my tooth.

  No, he was just some asshole I had made the mistake of letting walk me home after our date.

  I would not make that mistake again.

  “No, he is not, but dare I mention Phillip, Bryant, and Alexander?” I listed the string of my craptastic first dates who didn’t make it as far as a good night farce of “I’ll call you.”

  “That’s because you’re dating humans.” She sighed with her go-to argument.

  The same argument my mother thought was so incredibly compelling. They were both wrong.

  I plopped on the sofa in the small apartment we had shared since graduating from college and moving to the city. At the time, it sounded adventurous and all grown up. In reality, it was more of the same crap we had faced in our small town, only without the benefit of being surrounded exclusively by shifters, making our time running on all fours far more limited than my wolf wanted.

  Of course, being in the city among humans did manage to accomplish one thing I’d longed for my entire life—I was out from under the shadow of my Alpha father.

  “And the time I dated a shifter, that worked out so well?”

  We both knew the answer. For all the mate-for-life bullshit they fed us as pups, wolves in my pack were notorious for getting around. At least those who had not undergone formal mating rites, our equivalent of a wedding. Not that the rites had all of the men keeping their bits to themselves. I had more than one mated male looking at me like a piece of meat and offering me things I had no desire to even hear about.

  She muttered the word of my ex. He had been my college beau and was all we will be mated and blah blah blah, which was apparently code for he was screwing half the people he worked with. He had only been after me for one thing—my standing in the pack.

  Assmunch.

  “Fine,” she conceded. “Pizza?” As far as peace offerings went, it was our favorite. We fought like sisters and loved each other just as fiercely. Penny took out her phone and began to dial before I finished nodding. She ordered all our favorites before repeating back to them that it would be an hour.

  “You know you can use their app and avoid all that.” And now it was time for me to tease her. She had a not-so-secret crush on the voice that answered the phone. Not that she had a clue if he was fifty or married, or even attractive, for that matter. She just adored his voice the time we had to call to correct an order, and it was now her favorite pastime.

  “It’s better service when they connect a voice to the order,” she insisted, not looking up from her phone. She had been doing that all night

  “Work?” Penny had a habit of getting sucked into work problems when she was well off the clock. I knew her office was an intense work environment, but for what she got paid, home time should be home time.

  “Nah.” She held the phone out to me. “Just checking out this hunka muffin.”

  “Good. You’re going on a date.” Her boyfriend was a douche canoe, even though she didn’t see it. He had a habit of not making time for her and expecting her to drop everything for him. I tried to bite my tongue about him after a few blowout fights we had about it.

  For all her wanting me to find love, she really should be finding it for herself.

  But Keith was hot and had a good job and called her beautiful and didn’t care that she came from a family that included a felon. And I couldn’t remember all the excuses she made for him, but that was a battle I wasn’t going to win. It wasn’t as if I listened to her about Damian. No. Some life lessons needed to be learned the hard way.

  “I meant for you. He thinks you’re hot.” She sucked in a breath, her tell for when she’d said too much.

  “Damn it. What do you mean by he thinks I am hot?” Because it had better not mean what it sounded like.

  “He likes your picture I maybe sort of put up there.”

  It was worse than it sounded.

  “Put. Up. Where?” I closed my eyes. This was so not turning out to be junk-food-and-a-movie night.

  “On Mate Me, Maybe.” She said it like one word and barely above a whisper.

  “You put my picture on Mate Me, Maybe?” I snatched the phone from her hand and scrolled through. Not only had she put me on the stupid shifter hookup site, it wasn’t me standing beside her on her profile. Oh no, that would be too freaking normal. No, she had an entire profile set up for me and had been corresponding with at least two men as me.

  “Yes?”

  “This is not okay. This is so very much not okay.” I dug deeper, and the profile, while fairly new, had seen far too much action. “You really can’t do shit like this, Penny. And why did you say I am looking for a man to take charge? What part of my life led you to believe that was a thing?” Or that I was going to be all sure, I’ll date him to some random guy she picked for me on the freaking Tinder for shifters. Mate Me, Maybe. Who names a dating agency that?

  “In charge in the bedroom, and don’t even pretend that part is not true.”

  Fair enough.

  “How do you delete this?” I began tapping things at random, trying hard not to get distracted by the hot men. And they were hot. And then there were those who also had pictures of their animal. Right there on the Internet. Sure, it was a safe site or what have you, but that took a lot of I didn’t even know what.

  “Why did you pick the otter?” Because that was the entirety of his profile.

  “He was cute?” Her voice squeaked at the end.

  “Erase this.” I dropped it on he
r lap.

  “One date?” she pleaded, holding it up, giving me her best puppy dog eyes.

  “No.” I wasn’t going. Even if they were hot. Fine, the otter was just weird, but there was the guy in the jeans and the fitted gray tee...no, their hotness didn’t matter. I was fine alone, and men were nothing but a pain in the ass.

  “Please.” She batted her lashes. It was a cross between ridiculous and sort of endearing.

  But I wasn’t interested in the Hello that flashed across the screen. Because I didn’t even see it. I wasn’t looking. Nope. Not interested.

  “No.” My voice wavered slightly, and I could almost see the resolve in her eyes as she decided to go in for the kill.

  “I’ll owe you.”

  “No?” Fuck. I was so weak.

  “Anything I can do to convince you?” She already knew I was done for. This was her way of not feeling bad. And I was gonna be damned if I didn’t take advantage of it.

  “You go on a date, too.”

  She sat up a little higher. Oh no, her wheels were turning far too quickly for my liking. If she thought for a second I meant with her asshat boyfriend… “With someone from Mate Me, Maybe,” I clarified.

  “I have a—”

  I gave her my best you better not even try it glare.

  “Fine. But I won’t hide it from Keith.”

  “Good. Maybe he will dump you.” Best reason ever to go on a blind date. A computerized blind freaking date at that.

  “He’s not like that,” she insisted as I just shook my head. “He dates other—” A sharp intake of her breath stopped her confession.

  “You deserve so much better than that scum.”

  The apartment buzzer interrupted before she could continue her lame attempt at making him seem far less awful than she had to know he was. I might be stuck going a lame-ass date with arm candy, but if it meant she left the dirtball, I guess I was okay with that.

  Plus—arm candy.

  It wasn’t like I had to mate the guy.

  One date.

  I could do that.

  Chapter Two

  Ruston Gage

  I hadn’t ever waved or winked or whatever people do on the app, but something about Amber made me want to take a chance. My brother Clint dared me to sign up since my wolf was demanding a mate more and more every day, and apparently, in my brother’s words, I was becoming unruly.

  Something about Amber made me really unruly. I clicked Send before walking into class, satchel over my shoulder.

  The first day of class always did it for me.

  New beginnings and all that.

  “Good morning, class.” It was barely morning. Then again, eleven was early for college kids.

  I received several grunts, and a couple of them showed me their coffee cups, signaling they were at least trying.

  “My assistant, Dean, is handing out the syllabus. On the bottom of every page you will find my email, office phone number, and office hours. Let it not be said that you couldn’t get in contact with me because that’s just bullshit.”

  The curse word woke them up.

  Sometimes, I got a good talking to about my language in class, but the fact of the matter was I taught statistics.

  The numbers alone weren’t enough to keep them interested. I had to do something.

  One of the kids kept a rolling tally of how many times I said fuck in a semester.

  It was more than my age.

  Oh well.

  “Here we go. Everyone open to chapter one because one is a lovely fucking place to start.”

  After an hour and a half, my voice had gone to shit, and I needed another cup of coffee. I sat in my worn leather chair, which gave me a squeak as a greeting. With the push of a button, my laptop fired up, and I looked at the stats on my classes. All of them were full. The department head said he’d never had a packed house in his twenty years of teaching.

  I leaned forward and turned my phone volume up. I had a message on the dating app.

  I hoped she didn’t turn me down. It would suck that the first time I put myself out there, I was rejected.

  Amber waved at you.

  Okay. I leaned back and shook my hands out. She waved back. That wasn’t a shutdown, right?

  I reached for the phone and decided to be brave. I skipped the wink and the flirt and went right to business.

  Send the damn girl a message, Ruston. She can’t bite you.

  Well, she could if she wanted to.

  Meet in person? Friday, 7, Cat Scratch Bar.

  Her profile said she lived in town, and it was the only shifter bar around. She had to know where that was.

  I put the phone down and went on with the task of updating my class website and group messages. My students could talk amongst themselves or speak to me directly on the campus site. It seemed to help them to have some kind of camaraderie.

  Professor Gage is HAWT.

  I deleted that thread before even reading it.

  Two cups of coffee later, I was ready for my next class. It was packed as usual, but there were also some girls sitting on the stairs and some standing in the back.

  Statistics wasn’t that interesting, not even for me.

  “What gives? Standing room only? Y’all like numbers and ratios that much?” I chuckled, and a girl in the front pushed a magazine at me.

  “This might be the reason, sir.”

  I grabbed the student life magazine from her, and, apparently, someone was up to no good. On the front was a picture of me teaching, and the main cover line read: Statistics Professor Makes Math Attractive Again.

  I took a moment then flipped to the story, heat filling my cheeks. Several of the girls giggled while I read some of the article.

  There were a lot of presumptions, including stating over and over again that I was single.

  Single and available weren’t the same thing.

  I was a wolf inside, and these girls wouldn’t know what to do with me if they had me.

  I needed a woman—a female shifter who would tame my beast.

  “How about this?” I shoved the magazine at the girl and thanked her for her honesty. “If you are here for numbers, and this class pertains to your degree, you may stay. If you are here for a reason spurred on by this bullshit article, you may leave and, trust me, I will know the difference.”

  In minutes, with sullen faces and groans, about a third of the attendees shuffled out.

  Good, now I could get down to business.

  “Chapter one. Who read it, and who has questions?”

  Time for the real deal.

  After a full day, I got home, exhausted, made a quick dinner of an omelet and a few strips of crispy bacon then showered and sat on my couch with a glass of wine, intending to Netflix myself into oblivion.

  My phone beeped at my side where it was plugged in.

  I’ll be there. Amber.

  I smiled at the screen and downed my glass of wine. I wasn’t on social media or any other site except Mate Me, Maybe.

  At times like this, I wished I was. I could semi-stalk her.

  In two days, I would be going out on a date with Amber.

  Seemed like forever away.

  The days flew past, though, and before I knew it, I was buttoning my shirt, grabbing my keys and phone, and heading for my date. Amber hadn’t said anything since the last message, so I assumed we were still on.

  Even if she stood me up, after the first three days of school, this professor needed a drink.

  “Vodka rocks, please,” I said to the bartender, who winked at me and poured it. I knew what Amber looked like from her profile pic and, after scoping the place, didn’t see her.

  I glanced at my watch and saw it was a little past seven.

  Just my luck, she’d stood me up. I took a seat at the end of the bar, intending not to be bothered for the rest of the night. I didn’t see any females who weren’t taken or seemed like my type, so I ordered another drink and mentally made a toast to myself and how much love and mating could suck my ass.

  Chapter Three

  Amber

  A shifter bar. Of all the places he wanted to go—a shifter bar.

  “He’s probably an alcoholic,” I grumbled as I held up two tops.