Love is pain. Love is agony. Love is death. I am Hawk. I do not love, I do not beg and I do not change. It has been three months since I have slept properly. Since finding Frog dead outside the club gates, memories from ten years ago flood me. Every night they come and they haunt me. I am not myself. I am supposed to be helping the club find out who had killed him, instead I drown myself in liquor, gear and women. My past changed me and now I'm not a man I recognise. I am Damsel. I always get what I want, I never lose and I always fight hard. I'm a rare breed, hardly seen on any of the corners of this world. I like bikes, I like booze and I like men. I am not ashamed to admit I am one to push past my boundaries and try things even most men wouldn't. Being the only woman in a club of men has always been a challenge but I don't bow to anyone, especially an arrogant, conceited man with far too much history for my easy and enjoyable life. What happens when two alphas want to lead the same pack? Will one back down and accept defeat? Or will they both have to fight for what they want?