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 is full and my wolf satisfied after Callan's fucking. Cuddling up together, we settle down for a sweet nap. When we wake up, we wrestle in his bed, pinning each other to the mattress with the loser having to deliver kisses to the victor before being released to try again. I can't remember laughing and having so much fun in my life.

Our fun is cut short when a voice bellows outside the house.

"Fucking hell," Callan mutters. "Wait here." He rolls from the bed, yanks on his pants, and heads out of the room.

"No way," I say, scrambling into my clothes. "This is my fault."

I race after him, heading through this house that I love. I glance right and left and notice it's gone backward in the cleanliness department—but not as bad as it was when I first arrived. There are hardly any beer bottles or cans on the floor and only one or two pieces of clothing.

Chapter 68