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 chest does a funny little squeeze, and I almost lose my breath at the thought that maybe she tried to escape out the window after all. Tucking my towel around my hips, I sneak down the hall and press my ear to her door. When they say "lovesick," they've got it right, because this is an illness I can't seem to shake.

I can't hear anything but deep breathing, so she must be asleep. But I have to know for sure, have to see with my own eyes that she's here, in our home. Slowly, I turn the door handle to her room. It doesn't make a sound

as it unlatches. I open the door and wait for a shoe to be thrown at me or maybe one of the kitchen knives. When she doesn't hurl anything my way, I step into the bedroom I set up just for her, knowing she'd want her own space.

"Luna," I whisper in the darkness, turning over the beautiful word in my mouth, my fingers curling against the urge to touch her soft skin, to make sure she's real.

Chapter 55