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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 · Fantasia
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54 Chs

Chapter 39

He sighs. "You can't live under the same roof with a woman like that and expect anything else."

A woman like me. What does that mean? I don't even know what kind of woman I am, so how can he know?

"This stops right now," Warrick growls when no one answers him. "We're brothers. We walk to the depths of hell to protect each other. Nothing and no one comes between us. Have I made myself clear?"

Silence so fragile it could shatter shrouds the front room.

Once again, it's come down to this—it's my presence that stirs conflict. I know what I have to do. Tears track down my cheeks as I pad to the back door on silent, bare feet. I can hear Ethan accusing Callan of "doing it first" again as I ease open the screen door and slip outside. I don't let the screen door thwack shut. I guide it closed, so it doesn't make a sound.