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

The familiar sight of Axel's house sends another shock of pain through me. I wonder when the waves of hurt will stop crashing over me, taking me by surprise. On his porch, Axel shifts back to a man. He seemed so big when I first saw him, but after a month with the triplets, he no longer looks like a giant. He's strong and muscular and tall, but he's also lean and tight where they are bulging walls of muscle.

I stay in my wolf form. I don't trust him—or myself. My wolf soul still cries for him to be ours, even after what he did.

He sighs and opens the door, gesturing for me to enter. I pad inside and scent the floor and the air. His house is so much cleaner than the triplets,' even now that we clean it every few days. But I prefer the smell of dirt and forest that we track into the dirty cabin over the clean, old smell of Axel's house. I also don't care for the scent of Ama that lingers.

Chapter 40