The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Novel by Cate C Wells

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate I scramble for resolve. My wolf is gonna bolt. She’s awake and on edge, and he’s so close, and she’s-I’m-so off center. So needy. There’s a scuffling at the window. He’s wedging his snout into the opening. Thank goodness the wood is old and swollen. The sash…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate He peels back his lips, revealing his fangs. I stiffen. He’s pissed. At me? My wolf? He paces to the edge of the porch and howls again, a litany this time that drags on and on. And then, suddenly, silence falls and Killian is standing there, moonlight…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Annie was terrified. At one point, I scented piss in the air, but she pulled it together and wriggled up to me. I dropped the keys in the grass, and she crawled right on top of them. I don’t know how she picked them up, but when…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Not ours. Leave him alone. No fighting. I flex, force her to recognize that I’m serious. She whines, and then she tucks herself in a corner, grumbling. She’s not actually going to act on her ideas. She’s chastened. Haisley’s wolf tore her up. She’s painfully aware of…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Suddenly, there’s a tan work boot in my path. I dash left, quickly skirting the leg. While I was passing, Alfie stretched into the aisle with no warning. Inconsiderate dick. It was a close call. What was I thinking about? Mushrooms. With the whole farm-to-table, slow food,…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate And that’s good. It’s so good. Remember the thicket? It was agony. I was torn and beaten and aching, and if I’d had the strength, I would have dragged myself on my belly to Killian’s door and begged him to mount me. I was alone and bleeding…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Inside, I steel myself. My breath stills. Killian’s wolf falls silent. He glares at her, every inch bristling with righteous indignation, and then he surveys the pack through narrowed, golden slits, reveling in his dominion over all of us. He raises his muzzle to the ceiling and…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Killian was nineteen or twenty, and not anywhere near as articulate as he’s become, and he mostly grunts and curses now. Someone would slip back to the old ways, and he’d call everyone out to the grassy lawn in the middle of the commons, and spend an…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate Is this because the bond is gone? Did Abertha rip out my survival instincts when it comes to him, as well? Could I just walk into the house? Let him lecture a shut door? It’s a heady thought-as warming as a shot of tequila. I’m not in…

Filed to story: The Tyrant Alphas Rejected Mate “Do you need help?” “I’ve got it.” Stairs take me a second, but I can do them no problem. It’s steep declines that suck. When I get inside, all my roommates are huddled on the sofa. They’ve been snooping. “What did the alpha want?” Kennedy asks. “Are…