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 yanked from the fog of bliss at the sound of the front door slamming shut. I can feel Axel's wolf, how wounded it is, and guilt cloaks me like a shroud. I didn't mean for this to happen, even though some part of me thought Axel deserved to see what he threw away. That's why I let him stay and watch.

"Go make sure he doesn't destroy shit," Warrick says to Ethan.

Ethan leaves the room. I know Axel wouldn't destroy my house, though. At least I hope he wouldn't. He did demolish our swamp home, according to Evan. But I don't trust vampires, so I'm not sure if that's true.

The light of a half-moon streams through the slit in my blue and white lace curtains, lighting up the bed. Callan lays on one side of me, playing with my nipples and stroking my breast.

Warrick gives a low growl and settles in on my other side. "Did my baby girl like that?" he asks.

"So much," I say, snuggling in beside him.

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