The Heir Apparent's Rejected Mate (Five Packs, #2)

by Cate C. Wells

Scavengers, by nature, treasure small things. A bottle cap. A word. An act of common decency. That’s why we’re at the bottom of the pack. We don’t care about the big, important things that matter to the nobs.

But then, by some miracle, the feeling ebbs, and she lets out a wolfish snort. I swear, she says, “His loss.”

Before I drift off, I hear a pup say through the thin trailer wall, “Why does it smell like wood?” “That’s Cadoc Collins,” Rosie murmurs in reply. “He smells nice.” “So does cyanide,” she says.

“You tell Cadoc—if you can understand me at all—you tell him to leave me alone. We’re done. It’s finished.”

Rosie isn’t the scavenger who is my mate, the female who I can’t claim—she’s air. And I thought I could hold my breath forever?