Savage Mates

I thought I was damaged-a werewolf without the ability to shift. I melted into the shadows, unloved and overlooked, as I served a pack that didn't care for me. 

The ability to call my wolf forward was always present, but I hadn't known, since my kind were hunted to extinction before I was born. I wasn't any run-of-the-mill wolf; I was an Omega. Revered. Cherished. Hated. 

When I shifted, I got what I always wanted. My true mates. Plural. 

But they didn't want me. 

I refused to stand around, pitied as their cast off, so I left, yet being an Omega put a target on my back for any random pack to claim as theirs. So, I molded myself into human society because rejection wouldn't break me... until they sought me out. 

Their excuses were just that, excuses. They had a fight on their hands if they thought they'd get away with hurting me, because I refused to submit my heart to my savage mates. 

I wasn't the timid girl that couldn't shift. 

I had claws, and I wasn't afraid to use them.

If you enjoy knotting, purring, breeding elements (no preg), nesting, heats, ruts, possessive werewolves, and monster smut galore, you'll love SAVAGE MATES. No cliffhanger, and a happily ever after guaranteed! PLEASE read CW on my website www.alliesantos.net/links/