Lenaleia

Being the pack defect is bad enough. Getting REJECTED? By your own fated mate?

Yeah. THAT is a whole new level of low.

Ava Grey is the pack defect, a wolfless shifter. She struggles through life with the vague dream of freedom. Her opportunity comes when she's suddenly informed that she will be attending the Lunar Gala, an annual ball for young adult shifters to find their fated mates.

And she finds him. He's beautiful and intense, and his kisses send desire through her veins like a drug.

Until he REJECTS her.

Ava isn't about to go back to her dreary life. She escapes and forges a new identity far from her pack, and far from her alpha mate. She makes new friends and is even forcefully adopted by a hilarious husky.

But just as she settles in and finds happiness, strange things begin to happen...

Her husky has been holding secrets.

She's hearing whispers that shifter packs all over are looking for her.

And she can smell a familiar scent in her apartment, which makes no sense at all... because the man it belongs to rejected her.

DECEMBER 2024 NOTE-- Author has a broken hand and updates are slower than normal. Deepest apologies. Trying to get updates more normalized again!!

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This is a wolf shifter romance with multiple triggers that like to waltz hand in hand with all the dark themes through a meadow of dead flowers. In this book you will find the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Laugh, cry, rage; you can do them all as you follow Ava in the rather perilous journey of being a wolf shifter in this generation of werewolf romance.

There are R18 scenes sprinkled throughout this book like candy popping out of a pinata. Please read responsibly.

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Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted

Then, his lips move against mine with devastating gentleness. The emptiness inside me cracks, letting in a flood of sensation. His hands slide up my back, cradling me close as he rises to his full height. The towel drops, forgotten, as I press against the solid warmth of his chest.

My fingers curl into his wet shirt. His heart pounds beneath my palm, strong and steady and alive. So alive.

He breaks the kiss with obvious reluctance, pressing his forehead to mine. "Let's get you dressed."

The bedroom feels too bright and dry after the steam-filled bathroom. Kellan's hands stay on my shoulders, steadying me as I shiver. He guides me to sit on the bed, then moves to the dresser.

I comply without thinking. The soft cotton of my shirt slides over my skin. His knuckles brush my ribs, sending sparks of awareness through my body.

Lisa: I Want to Feel