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

Axel's nose keeps skimming the earth as we trot through the woods. I don't know what he's sniffing for, but I sniff, too. I take in all the scents of those who have traversed this land—rabbits and rats, snakes and lizards, even a big old gator. I come across a wolf scent, and my heart soars. I linger at the spot, trying to figure out who it belongs to. Is it one of the triplets, or do all wolves share this smell?

Axel doubles around and checks out what I'm doing. He politely sniffs, too, then turns away and bumps me with his shoulder, indicating I should follow. Some faint stirring tickles my brain as if he's trying to communicate

with me, wolf to wolf, but I can't hear more than his emotions, since I'm not bonded into the pack to hear his thoughts. Maybe he's saying, "This is wolf territory—get used to it."

Chapter 57