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

My heart falters with the stinging ants of loneliness. A lump of emotion chokes my throat, blocking my breath. I pull on one of the new shirts Warrick bought me and pad to the kitchen on bare feet.

"Good morning," I say to Ethan, who sits at the table with a cup of coffee. I stop in the doorway to yawn and stretch my arms above my head.

When I recover, Ethan's eyes are lingering on my body, and another fluttery feeling rolls through me.

"Morning, pup," he says in his growly before-breakfast voice.

"What? This?" He points to the stitched-up gash on his neck. "Nothing whiskey and painkillers won't cure."

I head to the cold box they call a fridge and snag a piece of rabbit sitting in last night's congealed sauce. I pluck the juicy meat out with my fingers and pop it in my mouth. Ethan watches my mouth with hunger evident in his gaze.

"You want some?" I ask, plucking up another piece and holding it up.

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