Samuel the werewolf + alpha male + one unsuspecting woman named Emily = alpha shifter romance!
Love, he knew what the humans called it; the concept of their description was almost funny.
The heat was not love to him; it was control, control of the worst kind.
The way it wrapped around his heart, promising to warp his mind,
to give him to another.
It was a necessity, one he had always accepted to endure,
however unpleasant the concept may be, he had to find a mate.
Finally as the weight of his most recent failure lifted he let out a small laugh,
choosing instead to find relief in the knowledge that had been made apparent to him.
His mate existed, wherever she was, she was real; all he had to do now was find her.