The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Novel by Cate C Wells

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate “My wolf does, too,” I add like that’ll help. I stare at his feet and the rough wood planks beneath them. “Una. Look at me.” My name on his lips stokes the strange excitement in my chest, and it doesn’t make sense. I’m hurt. Bristling. And awake…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate KILLIAN I wake up with my left side numb, my face plastered to a wood plank with drool. The sky is lightening over the foothills. Down in the commons, elders are stirring. A baby cries. I feel hungover as shit, but I haven’t drank a drop. As…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate It’s too faint for a human’s sense of smell, but to my wolf, it’s a neon arrow. He follows his nose, up a mossy bank, through oaks with trunks wound in ivy, down into a gulch filled with a blackberry thicket. What was she doing out here?…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate The crone disrupts my reminiscences by setting a plate with cookies in front of me. Oatmeal. Same as I remember. She raises a gray eyebrow. “Your favorite, weren’t they?” I nod. “What did my mother come here for?” We always left with a small brown bag. I…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate She comes back to the table, setting mismatched tea cups in front of us both. I give her a nod of thanks. “I see all.” She rounds her eyes, and then she snorts. “Your mother brought you and Una up here afterwards. You were almost dead. You…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate “And I got the patrols overlapping up there.” He points to the crest of the ridge behind our cabin. I had no idea. Oh, shit. Why don’t we scent them? They can definitely smell us from that close. Kennedy smokes her pipe on the back deck. Killian…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate My wolf isn’t feigning sleep anymore. She’s alert and pissed and letting me feel it. Bad male. Go to the other female’s cabin. She huffs and turns her back. Killian twists his torso, reaches over, and gently lifts my chin. Then he bends down and brushes his…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate He reaches for my face. I flinch. He hesitates for the slightest second, and then he brushes my cheek with his fingertips, grazing my temple. Shivers follow in the wake of his touch. Then his eyes harden, and he reaches behind my head, grabbing my braid by…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate But he’s not focused on me. He stalks right up to Lochlan Byrne, whacks the back of his head, and grunts, “You. Me. Now.” Then he goes to stand in the middle of the open floor. Lochlan shrugs and smirks across the table at his buddy Finn…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate “You don’t mess with defectives,” an old male opines. “That’s just plain wrong. Everyone knows that.” My wolf falls quiet, her glee deflating like a punctured tire. That’s me they’re talking about again. Us. Fuck this shit. Suddenly, a weight descends on my shoulders. I didn’t ask…