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    His Refused Mate
    His Refused Mate
    His Refused Mate
    Ebook82 pages1 hour

    His Refused Mate

    By Jade Marshall

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    • Love

    • Loyalty

    • Betrayal

    • Intimacy

    • Family

    • Fated Mates

    • Shifter Romance

    • Protective Hero

    • Love Triangle

    • Strong Female Lead

    • Forbidden Love

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Supernatural Romance

    • Alpha/beta/omega Dynamics

    • Strong Female Protagonist

    • Supernatural

    • Fear

    • Self-Discovery

    • Trust

    • Pack Dynamics

    About this ebook

    Wolf shifters are fated with one mate. Losing your mate or refusing it causes immense pain and, in some cases, death. But what if fate gives you a second chance?

    Payton has been on her own for longer than she can remember, even when she was still part of a pack. Being refused by her fated mate has her fleeing, starting a life of solitude away from any other shifters

    Caine is the Alpha to his pack and although he loves his pack dearly, he longs for his true mate. When he catches her scent he will do everything to make her his. But can he convince her to take a chance?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight
    Release dateMay 7, 2021
    ISBN9780369503459
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    What our readers think

    Readers find this title to be a great and entertaining shifter romance. The story revolves around a rejected Alpha finding a second chance with another Alpha. The book is short yet entertaining, with intense emotions and a strong bond between mates. Readers loved the characters and would definitely read this book again.

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      Short yet entertaining and a good read none of the less x
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      This is everything I want in a shifter romance, with intense emotions and a strong bond between mates, I loved the characters, I would definitely read this book again.

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      A second chance shifter story . When she gets rejected by her Alpha she finds a second chance with another Apha a year later. A great book and looking forward to reading the next book in this series ?.

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    Book preview

    His Refused Mate - Jade Marshall

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2021 Jade Marshall

    ISBN: 978-0-3695-0345-9

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Jessica Ruth

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    For Mianke Fourie

    Thank you for pushing me, giving me hell for not writing, and for always answering your phone. Thank you for celebrating the highs with me, for comforting me through the lows, and having random, useless conversations. You are my support, my friend, and my confidant.

    You are my weirdo with the colorful hair.

    Love you always.

    HIS REFUSED MATE

    Katu Wolves, 1

    Jade Marshall

    Copyright © 2021

    A wolf shifter wants nothing more than to find his mate, protect his family, and serve his pack. Nothing is more important. Not all are able to fulfill their dreams. But for those who are lucky enough, there is nothing they wouldn’t do to keep it.

    After all, a wolf shifter is still half wolf. And a wolf is a wild animal.

    Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to screw around with wild animals?

    Chapter One

    Peyton

    Sitting on the edge of my bed, I watch the sunrise over the trees surrounding the compound I call home. Mother nature takes her brush and paints the sky in wide strokes of color.

    Drawing my gaze from the sight before me, I breathe deeply before looking around my small room. Beige walls are devoid of any art or photos. A single cot occupies the corner beside a rickety side table. My bedding is faded to the point that I can no longer remember the color it used to be, but I do recall I hated it. The carpet is threadbare and fraying in spots. A sadness settles deep in my heart.

    I miss my parents. Even after eight years, there isn’t a day that goes by without me thinking about them. Longing for the normality we had before fills me. My eyes burn with tears before I can force them down. I won’t cry, not today.

    The door to my small room swings open, knocking the knob into the already dented plaster behind it. In the doorway stands Ebeth, wife to our current Beta.

    What the hell are you doing? She eyes me up and down in disgust. Everyone will be up soon, and breakfast hasn’t even been started yet.

    This is another part of my existence. Due to the loyalty the pack had to my father, when he didn’t come back, they took me in (in a manner of speaking). I am now the property of the pack. Meaning I am at their beck and call.

    Need a babysitter? Get Peyton to do it.

    Does the main house need cleaning? Get Peyton to do it.

    Food for the Alpha and his lieutenants? Peyton can do it.

    But today of all days, my eighteenth birthday, I thought that someone else would do something. I have been serving the pack since I can remember, without complaint, without asking to be helped. I don’t know why I thought today would be any different.

    I’m sorry, Ebeth. I was on my way down. I defer to her, keeping my eyes downcast as I apologize.

    Well, get your fat ass moving, she snarls in my direction before moving out of my room and down the hallway.

    Slowly, I rise from my bed. I check the plait in my blonde hair and run my hands down the front of my dress, making sure I am presentable, and head downstairs to fix breakfast for no less than fifteen people. As I move through the halls, I take in the opulence of the rest of the main house. This is the Alpha’s residence, after all, and nothing but the best will do. It is the complete opposite of my room.

    Embroidered wallpaper the color of wheat in a field, gilded frames flanking both sides, deep red, thick carpeting. Everything around me speaks of wealth and decadence. The kitchen is every woman’s dream. I take in the marble countertops, stainless steel appliances, and dark cherry cupboards. It is a beautiful house, but it isn’t home. There is no warmth here. No laughter. No love.

    I slip an apron over my lavender, knee-length dress and start to prepare the meal. Bacon, eggs, the bread I baked yesterday afternoon, a freshly brewed pot of coffee, and several other things. When everything is ready I finish plating for the Alpha and move to take it into the dining room, where everyone is seated. The Alpha is always served first.

    Entering the room, I feel a tingle start in my toes, rushing through my system, running up my spine until suddenly the breath is stolen from my lungs for a moment. My heightened senses kick in and a smell assaults me. Dark, rich, like the earth has just been tilled before planting starts. I inspect the room, trying to find the source of the smell, but find no new face.

    Seated at the head of the table is the Alpha with his Beta to his right. There are at least

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