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TRUE MATE REJECTED

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.

Vict0r · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
86 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE

Chapter 27

Callan stares at me, his eyes wide. Then he clears his throat and says, "That's real sad, Luna. I'm sorry you had to do that."

I shrug, feeling the weight of the moment but trying to push it aside. "It was hard, but we all got hard times, right? That's what Mama always said if I complained."

Callan looks at me, his lips pressing into a thin line. "I guess so," he says quietly. "Can't say we haven't run into our share, too."

I cock my head, curiosity pulling me deeper. "What were your hard times?" I ask, snuggling even closer to him, craving the stories behind those shadowed eyes, that hardened voice. His face stiffens at first, like I've stepped too far into territory he doesn't want to share. I freeze, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but before I can pull away, he pulls me back in, settling me on his knee.