All Chapters of TRUE MATE REJECTED: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Until recently, I lived alone with my mother in Bogbeast Waters, with no contact with anyone but her. I was naïve, and even though it was a constant struggle to care for Mama and her moods, I stayed content. As long as I brought home a good catch every day and could keep Mama from tearing down the house in one of her fits about being watched by wolf packs or murdered in the night, I could rest easy.Now I’m all over the place, with mood swings like a ‘coon swinging from the Spanish moss, flying from one tree to the next. I wonder if this is how Mama’s moods felt from the inside, since I only saw them from the outside.Tugging my mind back to my current situation with this maddening man across from me, I drag the back of my hand across my lips. Axel watches my every move, as hungry and wanting as I am. But I don’t want to want him. I want to hate him. I leap to my feet and sprint away again, through the palmettos and pines. I hear his footsteps coming hard and fast behind me, and again

LunaI don’t know how long I sleep, but when a hand touches my shoulder and shakes me, I rocket to consciousness, fists flying, ready for a fight.“Easy, Luna,” Axel says, ducking, palms up to fend off the blows. “It’s just me.”“Just you,” I say, blinking at the fading light outside. I must have slept all day. My chest feels as empty as my belly, aching for the triplets and not this man who betrayed me so badly.“Ama prepared some food for us,” Axel says. “I sent her away so we can have time to connect.”Groggy as hell, I scrub my face with my hands, trying to wipe the sludge from my brain. My bruised, confused heart clatters about in my chest. “We’re never going to connect,” I say, “but tell her thanks for the food next time you see her.”“I will,” he says simply. “I’ll get you some clothes.”I sit up and yawn again, stretching my arms over my head. The dust lining the side table catches my eye. I drag a finger through it, hold myfinger before my lips, and blow on it. A tiny cloud

My chest does a funny little squeeze, and I almost lose my breath at the thought that maybe she tried to escape out the window after all. Tucking my towel around my hips, I sneak down the hall and press my ear to her door. When they say “lovesick,” they’ve got it right, because this is an illness I can’t seem to shake.I can’t hear anything but deep breathing, so she must be asleep. But I have to know for sure, have to see with my own eyes that she’s here, in our home. Slowly, I turn the door handle to her room. It doesn’t make a soundas it unlatches. I open the door and wait for a shoe to be thrown at me or maybe one of the kitchen knives. When she doesn’t hurl anything my way, I step into the bedroom I set up just for her, knowing she’d want her own space.“Luna,” I whisper in the darkness, turning over the beautiful word in my mouth, my fingers curling against the urge to touch her soft skin, to make sure she’s real.I’ve seen she’s here, and I know I should leave, but I can’t see

Axel’s nose keeps skimming the earth as we trot through the woods. I don’t know what he’s sniffing for, but I sniff, too. I take in all the scents of those who have traversed this land—rabbits and rats, snakes and lizards, even a big old gator. I come across a wolf scent, and my heart soars. I linger at the spot, trying to figure out who it belongs to. Is it one of the triplets, or do all wolves share this smell?Axel doubles around and checks out what I’m doing. He politely sniffs, too, then turns away and bumps me with his shoulder, indicating I should follow. Some faint stirring tickles my brain as if he’s trying to communicatewith me, wolf to wolf, but I can’t hear more than his emotions, since I’m not bonded into the pack to hear his thoughts. Maybe he’s saying, “This is wolf territory—get used to it.”Since I can’t really pick up his communication, I leave my investigation and trot behind him. Deeper in the marsh, Axel pauses, lifts his head, and scents something. I follow his

I gasp and open my thighs, pushing my pussy into his hand.“Answer me, Luna,” he growls in that same sharp-edged voice. He drives a second finger into me. “What did you let the last one do? Did you let him lick this sweet cunt like I did last night? Or are they too proud to eat pussy?”“Nothing,” I whisper, thinking of how Callan dyed my hair and pushed his cock up against me until we both nearly exploded.“It doesn’t look like nothing,” Axel says. “It doesn’t feel like nothing.Your cunt’s dripping for them.”“He didn’t do anything.” My gaze whips toward Axel, and anger replaces memory of Callan. “What’s it to you? They saved me after you—”“Believe me, I know what I did,” Axel growls, grinding his cock into my thigh while his fingers pump relentlessly into my slick tightness. “I get to be tortured by you every fucking day. How could I forget?”“Tortured? How am I torturing you?” I buck my hips, panting for more.He’s torturing me by not letting me find my satisfaction.He groans and