Vict0r

I was never meant to be discovered. After my father’s death, my mother severed ties with the Jacksonville Pack and retreated into the swamps to hide a secret—me. Raised in this dangerous, isolated wilderness filled with ogres, panthers, and bog hags, I’ve never had contact with anyone except my mother. 

That is, until the Alpha of the Jacksonville Pack shows up, claiming that we share the rare and fated bond of True Mates. Unfortunately, my awkwardness and lack of social experience make me an unsuitable match, and he quickly breaks our bond, sending me back to the swamps.Just when I’ve given up hope, a mysterious man rescues me and brings me to his home, where I meet his two rough, biker brothers. Cast out from the pack for defying its Alpha, these triplets are also lone wolves. Unlike others, they don’t mock me for my lack of social skills—they take care of me, heal my wounds, and show me the world I’ve been kept from. 

But dark forces are closing in, and they’re determined to claim my life just as they did my father’s. Can these three protectors save me from the same fate?"True Mate Rejected " is the first book in a trilogy of steamy, near-future paranormal romances featuring an innocent, sheltered heroine and her multiple, tough, protective mates who share her love. There’s no choosing between them. The book contains mature scenes for readers over 18, with mild kink and an age gap. All intimate moments are consensual.

TRUE MATE REJECTED

When my eyes dip lower, to the tangle of pubic hair covering her mound, my mouth waters and my erection cries for release.

"What?" she asks, her voice an octave higher, a mixture of defensiveness and uncertainty.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I say, scanning down her long, coltish legs, which are too thin but nicely muscled anyway. I imagine them wrapped around my waist as I send her into throes of ecstasy. Waiting for her to get skittish, I take a slow step forward, giving her time to protest. When she doesn't, I lift a hand, then hesitate.

She nods mutely, and I cup her breast, gently stroking my thumb over her nipple. It's so soft I can hardly feel it against my calloused skin, as if I've brushed wind instead of skin. Her lips part in a gasp, and my cock throbs harder, precum leaking from the tip already.

"You can get in the shower," I say, stepping back to shed my clothes and toss them to the side.

Chapter 12