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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE

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 36

I open the cabinet and pull out the sack with the stuff Warrick bought. Ethan rifles through it before pulling out the razors and shaving cream with a triumphant grin. "I'd better teach you to use these," he says. "Wouldn't want you to cut yourself, after all."

He crouches, retrieves the package the razor came in and rips it open. Running his thumb over the blade, he hisses when it slices his skin and a drop of blood appears.

"Oh, no," I cry. "Are you okay?"

He chuckles and sucks his thumb into his mouth. "Does it hurt?" I ask. "What if you cut me, too?"

"Not a chance, pup," he says, pointing to the tub. "Take off your clothes and get in."

I slide the soft cotton from my torso as he turns on the hot water. Water streams from the spigot, but he doesn't pull out the metal device that makes it shoot out the showerhead. Instead, he inserts something in the drain, and water fills the tub.