Going from a shunned mate to top pack female…
Has never been more satisfying.
Born human and raised among wolves, I rank below the omega. Way below. But I’m also pack doctor so I’m pretty much trash they can’t throw out.
They need me to patch up their wounds, keep their secrets, and warm their beds. But I’m not marriage material. I’m a good time only.
At least that’s what Nic—my ex-boyfriend and our pack’s future leader—said before he offered me up for grabs and walked away from the pack. Now, he’s back and ready to pick a shifter wife and make some babies so he can take over the pack…without me.
Nope. Not happening. Nic belongs to me. There’s only one problem: shifters can’t get humans pregnant. And Nic needs an heir.
So…I just need to get Nic hooked on me, overcome Mother Nature, stop a pack war, and convince everyone in the Shifter World to accept our baby as the rightful next-in-line alpha king of our pack.
Hey, every girl needs a challenge, right?
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- ISBN e-book = 978-1-953075-23-9
- ASIN e-book = B0BD9BNF4J
- Series = Royals and Alphas
- # in Series = 5
- Publisher = Cherokee House Publishing
- Author = Dana Archer
- Genre = Paranormal Suspense Romance (Fiction)
- Closed-door version of Rejected Mate by Nancy Corrigan
Enjoyable read for the genre.
"You're bleeding." She brushed back his fur and gently touched the skin around a long gash. "This wasn't from a fight, was it?"
He shook his head, the only answer he could give in his limited form.
She stared into his eyes. Not a hint of fear showed in her expression. She treated his dad and the other dominants with the respect owed them by avoiding eye contact. Never with Nic, at least not in private, but the rules were different around the other wolves. Riley had always understood the need for hierarchy among the members. In the pack's eyes, she was as low as one could be. In his, she was his equal.
"Shift and tell me why you decided to drag your sorry ass to my house. None of these cuts need my attention."
Not happening. Through his wolf's eyes, he felt nothing physical toward her. Only his memories reminded him of what it was like to love her. If he shifted? One whiff of her sweet fragrance, and he'd want to devour her.
On a huff, she pushed to her feet. She planted her hands on her flaring hips. "Fine, be stubborn. I'm in no mood. Go home and lick your own wounds."