Lynn Kincade

"I'm mated to you, Asher," I whispered, hoping for his acceptance. "No, you're mated to yourself because I can never be with someone like you," Asher replied coldly. "I, Asher, hereby reject you as my mate." Confusion and heartache consumed me as I stared at him, my voice trembling. "Why are you saying all of this to me?" "Because, Lenora, I can't be your mate. I regret accepting to be your boyfriend in the first place; it was merely out of pity," he declared, devoid of emotion. Tears welled in my eyes as his words cut through me. "I've never loved you, Lenora. I thought you would grow stronger, but you're still the weakest wolf I've ever encountered, even at seventeen." Lenora Hunter, marked as the weakest wolf in the Serene pack, had never let that define her until she faced rejection from Asher, her only hope. Meanwhile, the presence of Alaric, the New Alpha, struck fear into the hearts of wolves far and wide. He was a dreadful and elusive figure, known but rarely seen. Alaric's arrival in the Serene pack, with intentions unknown, only added to the turmoil. Would Lenora, as the weakest wolf, survive the clutches of this ferocious predator? Could she be an exception to his malevolent ways?

Four years ago, my twin and I planned to run away from the pack together. She never showed up, so I took off alone. Since then, I often venture near the borders to check if I would see her, but I've had no luck. Just when I decide to disappear and never go near the pack again, I meet my mate. He's none other but Alpha Jett, the new leader of the Night Storm. The same pack that I escaped from. I'm not under any illusion that he could make me Luna of the pack he snatched from my monster of a father. Not even when he willingly reunites me with my twin. But when I attempt to reject him to be free from the bond, I did not expect to get labeled defiant and be thrown in prison. Then, his Luna-to-be tries to kill me. Now, the full moon has passed, which means waiting another twenty-eight days for Alpha Jett to reject me so I can be free from the bond. I refuse to wait in prison and be tormented by the scent of my fated mate on the she-wolf who tried to kill me. So I plan another escape. With help from those whom I believe are on my side, I gain my freedom again. When the time comes for us to break the bond, Alpha Jett will find me. He always does. But one of us will die before I let him take me captive again to his accursed pack.

{MATURE — mid slow burn, knotting, claiming, check your trigger warnings. Fmc is a plus size and won't change. This is bear shifter erotica romance.} "Look at you," Orion growled against my throat. “Taking every inch like you were made for me." "Orion—" "Say it again." his voice was gravel with hunger. "Say my name while I fill you up." "I can't — it's too much—" His grip tightened on my hips, fingers bruising, possessive. “It's exactly enough." He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes darkened. "You were made to accept my knot. Your body already knows it even if you don't.” *** Man or bear — Aurora chose a bear shifter. Aurora Whisper ran from everything she knew — the abuse, the lies, and the man who convinced her that being owned was the same as being loved. Bleeding and broken in a mountain rainstorm, the last thing she expected was him. Orion Beckham. Alpha of the Boulderback Pack. Leader of the Boulderback MC. A man built like the mountains he rules — dangerous, and completely undone by a woman who falls broken into his world and refuses to leave his mind. He is possessive. Obsessive. Devoted in ways that should frighten her but it doesn't. What he does to her body should be illegal — Orion Beckham learns every inch of her like she was made specifically for him. Because to his bear, she was. And he intends to prove it. But her past comes back — and it wants her on her knees. Too bad she already belongs to a bear.

I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures. Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful, more magical than any creature on this earth. But I am not. My wolf's fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf. My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they did not. I am nothing more than ordinary. An ordinary disappointment to the family. I am a wolf with no abilities and a human with a smart mouth that gets me into nothing but trouble. Instead of continuing to disappoint my family, I ran, and unknowingly, I ran right into the arms of my mate.