"She is a murderer!"

Everything changed for Anaiah Ross when she inadvertently killed someone following her first unexpected Shift into her wolf.

Now hated, abused, and mistreated by the members of her pack, her fated mate, Alpha Amos, rejected her instantly and ordered her thrown into the dungeons.

Her heart shattered almost instantly and begrudgingly, accepted his rejection, resigning herself to a life of misery at the mercy of her pack.

But on her eighteenth birthday, fate seemed to take pity on her and revealed her Second Chance mate as non other than a dangerous and powerful Lycan King, but Amos realizes that he simply can't let her go.

With two men fighting for her attention and desperate to win her love and acceptance, her life becomes increasingly complicated. 

Anaiah discovers sinister plots at work and fights to discover the true power that will change the course of her life for good, making her the prime target for the evil that lurks in the shadows.

Can Anaiah survive the evil thrown at her and finally, find happiness with the man that she chooses? Or will she succumb to the darkness and lose herself, and everything she knows completely?

The Lycan’s Rejected Mate

　　My eyes fluttered open when I felt a hand between my thighs, I wasn't frightened because I knew it was Edward, he kissed my neck and I moaned, my hands wrapped around his neck as our lips molded as one. We shared a deep long kiss and his fingers caressed my breast gently. My hips arched against him and automatically started to rub against him. He took off my nightwear and kissed me between my breasts and down to my stomach.


　　"Hmm," I moaned. He peaked up at me and he had a predatory look in his eyes.


　　"Beautiful," He said in a velvety voice. He started to kiss my inner thighs and before I could protest what he was doing, I gasped when his tongue thrust into me.


　　"Oh god!" I yelled, grabbing a handful of his hair. He was pleasuring me with his amazing tongue and when I cum, a rumble moved from my chest and he hovered over me. I was still panting and trying to recover my breath. His eyes were fixed on me and he buried his face in my neck, breathing in my scent.


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