All Chapters of TRUE MATE REJECTED: Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

LunaThe tempest is on its way, and I think it’s going to tear me from everyone and everything, just like in my dream. The winds are howling, screaming through the rafters, whistling through the telephone poles. Axel hasn’t stopped by to make sure we’re safe, even though I put my name on his list like he asked. He’s supposed to tell us where to go if things get worse. We’re not safe—we never even got the shutters on. The triplets are frantically trying to get them up before the worst of it hits.While they’re busy, I decide to run back to Axel’s and get the emergency plan myself, since he was too mad to bring it to me. Head down, raincoat wrapped around my body and tied securely at the waist, I power through the wind that nearly takes me off my feet. When I get to his porch, I have to pry open the screen door with both hands. I don’t bother knocking, just hurl myself inside and release the door, afraid it’ll knock me out if it hits me.“Axel? That you?” comes a dreaded, familiar voice

LunaI’m still humming with the bliss of orgasm and the satisfaction my wolf feels at being claimed by Axel when I look up and see three hulking shapes standing in the doorway.“Oh,” I cry, scrambling up right on Ama’s dead body.Axel sucks in a breath, and I realize he’s still knotted up inside me. “What are you doing here?” I ask the triplets.“We got worried about you,” Ethan says. “We thought something might have happened to you.”“And now we can see that something did happen to you. He happened to you.” Warrick steps through the doorway and charges toward us as if he’s going to fight with Axel again. I wince when Axel pulls the swollen base of his cock from me, stepping in front of me to block Warrick’s path.“Wait,” I cry, leaping to my feet and darting between the two men. “Axel saved my life.”Warrick halts, eyes the dead wolf, and then turns to us. His gaze sweeps my bruised, battered body, covered with bumps and scrapes. “What happened?” he demands.“Ama tried to kill me,” I

Callan and Ethan position their shoulders against the door, crouched between Axel’s and Warrick’s spread legs. Water has begun seeping across the floor, leaking from under the door dining room door as well as the front door.“On three,” booms Axel. “One, two, three.”They grunt, straining against the door as it gives a couple of inches. Small waves slosh against Ethan’s and Callan’s knees on the floor. “On, three,” Axel commands again. “One, two, three.”They get a few more inches of space in the door.“One more shot, and we got it,” he says. “Ready?” The other men nod.“One, two, three,” he roars, as if priming himself for the ultimate exertion.This time the door opens wide.Warrick, Axel, Ethan, and Callan move away from the door. Water rushes out, since apparently the dining room is more flooded. Water drips from Callan and Ethan as they stand. The drips echo into the water sloshing up to their ankles.Borris rushes into the room as much as one can run while splashing through wat