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.

FEBRUARY 2024 UPDATE:
Updates scheduled for 5-7 days a week as I continue recovering and working on my new WSA entry. Thank you for your patience as we move into book 7!

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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

"Where did I put it?" I rummage through the dresser drawers, tossing clothes onto the floor. "I swear I had my phone when we got here." I pause. "Didn't I?"

The details are a little fuzzy, considering. Between months passing and the insanity of our escape from the Fae Ward…

You've never been good at keeping track of your belongings.

"That's not true." But even as I say it, doubt creeps in. When was the last time I saw my phone? Is it still in the Fae Ward? The idea that someone might have access to my texts leaves me a little sick to my stomach.

Oh? Remember that time you lost your house keys three times in about five minutes?

"That was different. I was distracted."

And your favorite shirt? The blue one?

"It probably got mixed up in the laundry." I move to the nightstand, rifling through the drawer. Nothing but a few hair ties. A luxury item, and I try my best not to lose them.

Ava: Divine Artifacts