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

I'm stuck in the world between the worlds. I run. I run through bloody marshes teeming with monsters who chase me in endless loops. I race through crimson swamps lined with alligators waiting to consume me if I dare approach the shore. There are infinite dangers, unending treachery waiting for me, and there's no escape, ever.

A trickle of warm water drips onto my skin, and I try to scream and look up, sure that I'll see blood pouring from the Spanish moss hanging above. But a feeble squeak is all that comes from my lips.

"Luna." A gentle, urgent, familiar voice calls, and I feel myself being shaken. At long last, my lids flutter open, ending my nightmare.

I blink rapidly, trying to orient myself. I'm in a room, my room. Gentle hands bathe me with a warm cloth. A bearded man sits over me, but when my eyes open, he drops the cloth into a bowl of water and just stares.

"Callan," I say, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Is that really you?"

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