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Being an Omega werewolf bites, and not in the good way. It means I’m smaller, weaker, and submissive to other wolves. It means I need protection. I’ve had that protection from my mate, Vince, the Alpha of the Morelli pack, for five years now, and I’ve been happy with him. In fact, we’ve been trying to make pups of our own to continue the Morelli bloodline. One night when I come home from work, however, I discover Vince isn’t the wolf I thought he was.
With the sting of betrayal hot in my veins, I break our mating bond and leave Vince. Now I’m an Omega on her own in the world, which is a dangerous thing to be. Lunai, the Moon Goddess, decides I deserve another shot at a fated mate though. All I have to do is rescue this new mate who has been abducted then I’ll have his protection.
This plan has several problems.
One: see that bit about me being an Omega werewolf. I can barely keep myself safe. How am I supposed to save another wolf?
Two: Alpha wolves don’t take kindly to their mates breaking the bond. If I think Vince is going to just let me leave him and the Morelli pack, I seriously need my head examined.
And three: this new mate Lunai wants to give me? Yeah, he’s Archer Sinclaire, also known as the Morelli pack’s biggest rival.
Is a second chance at a forever love worth all this, or should I just accept my fate as a lone wolf?
Other Series by Christine DePetrillo
The Warrior Wolves Series, paranormal romance
"Full of memorable characters with a solid plot and plenty of passion."
The One Kind Deed Series, contemporary romance
"The town, the people, the love story... a perfect romance."
The Maple Leaf Series, contemporary romance
"Fears, pride, love, passion ~ beautifully woven together with substance and depth."
The Shielded Series, sci-fi romance
"Great world-building, excellent emotional depth, and a great ending..."
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Christine DePetrillo can often be found hugging trees, conversing with dragonflies, and walking barefoot through sun-warmed soil. She finds joy in listening to the wind, bathing in moonlight, and breathing in the fragrances of things that bloom. If she had her way, the sky would be the only roof over her head.
Her love of nature seeps into every story she tells. As does her obsession with bearded mountain men who build, often smell like sawdust, and know how to cherish the women they love. Today she writes tales meant to make you laugh, maybe make you sweat, and definitely make you believe in the power of love.
She lives in Vermont with her husband and many woodland creatures who defend her fiercely from all evils.
