The Author's True Mate (The Necklace Chronicles Book Six)

By R.E. Butler

Paranormal romance author Trinity Jeremiah loves to write about bad boy alpha wolf shifters and the women who love them. When she attends her first book signing, a fan begs Trinity to write a story redeeming her series’ most popular villain, Wrath. When Trinity refuses, the reader gives her a parting gift of a necklace that – when she puts it on – sends her into a realm that mirrors the stories she’s written.

Wrath Valentine, alpha of the Blood Wolves, has been dreaming about a curvy brunette for years. Despite being the best hunter and most powerful male around, he’s never been able to find his true mate, the female he’s certain haunts his dreams. The endless nights without his true mate have filled him with blood lust, and he spends his days trying to destroy the other alphas and take over the realm.

When Trinity wakes up in Wrath’s bed sporting the bonding tattoo that matches his, she isn’t interested in getting to know the alluring man who haunted her dreams – she wants to get back to reality. Discovering that the reader who cursed her into her book’s reality is a character she wrote about in a story, Trinity learns that she’s definitely not dreaming and the stories she wrote about actually happened – in another realm. Trinity will be faced with the toughest decision of her life – leave Wrath behind and return to her own world or stay in his forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.E. Butler
• Release date: Oct 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463058268

R.E. Butler

A Midwesterner by birth, R.E. spent much of her childhood rewriting her favorite books to include herself as the main character. Later, she graduated on to writing her own books after "retiring" from her day job as a secretary to become a stay-at-home mom.When not playing with her kids, wrestling her dogs out the door, or cooking dinner for her family, you'll find her typing furiously and growling obscenities to the characters on the screen.Her best-selling series Wiccan-Were-Bear, The Necklace Chronicles, Hyena Heat, Wilde Creek, Were-Zoo, Arctic Shifters, Norlanian Brides, Saber Chronicles, and Ashland Pride are available now.

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The Author’s True Mate

Necklace Chronicles Book Six

By R. E. Butler

Copyright 2020 R. E. Butler

The Author’s Truemate (Necklace Chronicles Book Six)

By R. E. Butler

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Edited by Sarah Dawn Johnson

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For my beloved Montana, the real Mytan. Aroo, buddy.

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Thanks to Joyce, Shelley, and Ann for beta reading.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

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The Author’s Truemate

Necklace Chronicles Book Six

By R. E. Butler

Paranormal romance author Trinity Jeremiah loves to write about bad boy alpha wolf shifters and the women who love them. When she attends her first book signing, a fan begs Trinity to write a story redeeming her series’ most popular villain, Wrath. When Trinity refuses, the reader gives her a parting gift of a necklace that—when she puts it on—sends her into a realm that mirrors the stories she’s written.

Wrath Valentine, alpha of the Blood Wolves, has been dreaming about a curvy brunette for years. Despite being the best hunter and most powerful male around, he’s never been able to find his true mate, the female he’s certain haunts his dreams. The endless nights without his true mate have filled him with blood lust, and he spends his days trying to destroy the other alphas and take over the realm.

When Trinity wakes up in Wrath’s bed sporting the bonding tattoo that matches his, she isn’t interested in getting to know the alluring man who haunted her dreams—she wants to get back to reality. Discovering that the reader who cursed her into her book’s reality is a character she wrote about in a story, Trinity learns that she’s definitely not dreaming and the stories she wrote about actually happened—in another realm. Trinity will be faced with the toughest decision of her life—leave Wrath behind and return to her own world or stay in his forever.

Chapter One

Prologue

Veltris howled in rage when he finally reached the cavern and found his true mate, bleeding, bruised, and chained to the wall. She was unconscious, the fresh smell of blood filling his senses and driving his wolf to the edge of madness.

Wrath would suffer! Him and his damned hybrid pack.

Veltris shifted to his human form and pulled the pins on the cuffs to free Gemma. She moaned weakly but didn’t regain consciousness.

His beta, Ren, joined him, snarling at Gemma’s condition. Ren’s line of wolves were blessed with healing powers. He put his hand on Gemma’s forehead and said softly, I can fix all that was done to her.

Not here, Veltris said with a low voice. Not in this place of death and misery.

Ren gave him a sharp nod. Drake, one of the pack guards, let out a low growl as he stared toward the doorway of the underground cavern. I can hear the others relaying the message that Wrath and the Blood Wolves are on their way back.

We must leave, Ren said. I can carry her.

Veltris’s hands tightened on his beloved mate. She’s mine to carry. I failed her once. I won’t again.

As you wish, but let’s go now, Ren said.

The trio moved out of the small cave within the underground tunnel system that the Blood Wolves called home. Veltris and his pack of purebred wolves had created a distraction for the Blood Wolves to draw them from the cavern so they could get in and free Gemma. His mate had been taken three days earlier by the alpha of the hybrids in retaliation for two Blood Wolf males who’d been killed during a full moon hunt. Veltris had known Wrath would come after him, but he hadn’t thought he’d take Gemma. As a fully mated and pregnant alpha female, she was off-limits to any and all who would intend to cause her harm. No purebred would harm a female, let alone an alpha female. Disagreements and territorial battles were between males only.

Not that the Blood Wolves had any honor. As hybrids of vampires and wolves, they had traits of both supernatural creatures. But while they’d inherited vampire speed and strength, they hadn’t gotten wolf honor. It wasn’t exactly a physical trait, but it was an important one all the same.

Veltris and his people left the caverns and headed for their home territory. Because of Gemma’s injuries they had to pass through the dangerous Eldrin Forest, where the Mytan—a creature straight out of nightmares—roared, looking for prey. It would be a tough route, but they had to get away from the Blood Wolves and safely into their own territory so she could be healed.

Her physical wounds would be gone, but he had no doubt that she’d been mentally harmed as well, and those wounds would take longer to heal.

Scouts left them and spread out, shifting into their beasts and keeping an ear out for the Mytan. Even the Blood Wolves steered clear of the enormous fur-covered beast that howled like a dog and had icy blue eyes.

Once they made it to their home territory, they went straight to the lodge where Veltris and Gemma shared a room. Ren followed them, muttering to himself about Blood Wolves needing to be wiped out of existence once and for all.

Veltris laid his beautiful mate on their bed and took a step back. He forced his beast down, who wanted to run back to their enemy’s territory and destroy them, but he knew their pack couldn’t do it alone.

You need to leave? Ren asked as he rolled his neck and reached for his healing powers within him.

To plan, yes. But that can wait until she’s healed.

She’ll still be unconscious after the healing, Ren pointed out. Go plan. I’ll keep you apprised of her situation.

Veltris leaned over and kissed his mate, inhaling her sweet scent. I will avenge the harm caused to you and our unborn pup. The Blood Wolves will suffer for this.

He stared at his mate for a heartbeat longer and then forced himself to leave the room. Ren would keep her safe and heal her. All Veltris could do in there was be in the way.

A thought occurred to him, and he paused in the hall to let his mind roll.

His pack had gone after the Blood Wolves before and failed numerous times. They were more vicious, more brutal than purebred shifters because of their vampire genes, and each time they battled, Veltris lost members. That two of the Blood Wolves had fallen had been luck more than planning, and he was certain they wouldn’t be that lucky again. But... if he couldn’t kill Wrath—the most dangerous and feared male on the continent—by himself, the possibility for his downfall could come at the hands of multiple groups.

If Veltris got the other purebred packs to band together, they would be strong enough to defeat him, wipe him and his mangy hybrids off the face of the fucking planet. It wouldn’t be easy—purebreds had a history of fighting for territory and power among themselves, and there were a lot of strong-willed alphas who wouldn’t want to admit they weren’t powerful enough on their own. But he knew for a fact that every alpha within five hundred miles of the Blood Wolves had been harmed in some way by the hybrids. Wrath was not above using innocents to gain whatever he wanted—territory, power, wealth.

Taking Gemma and putting her and their pup in danger was one step too far in Veltris’s mind.

Wrath was irredeemable. He needed to be put down.

And Veltris was just the male to do it.

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Trinity Jeremiah rolled her neck and took a drink from her favorite mug.

Oh, blech, she said. The coffee had gone ice cold. She glanced at the digital clock next to her computer and realized she’d been writing for an hour without a break. The words had needed to come out, like some kind of creative vomit. Which was a gross thing to think about.

She pushed back in her chair and stood, smiling at the screen. Her current work in progress was book eleven in her series about an alternate earth. In her world, there was no modern technology, which made it a bit like medieval times but without the knights and castles. She populated her fantasy world with vampires, shifters, and humans. The vampires and shifters hated each other, but they hated the hybrids of their people—Blood Wolves—far more. The Blood Wolves were the villains of the series, and the most villainous of all was their alpha, Wrath.

Popping a coffee pod into the machine, she yawned and waited for it to brew. Her mind flitted to the dream she’d had the night before, which had prompted the scene she’d just written. She’d been dreaming about Wrath and his band of wolf-vampire hybrids since she was a teenager. The dreams had come to her infrequently the year she turned fifteen, and most often were only about Wrath. When she turned sixteen, the dreams were fairly regular, nearly every month, and became more detailed as the months rolled by. She looked forward to the dreams as much as she was troubled by them.

She felt connected to Wrath, as if they were meant to know each other. But he was a figment of her imagination, and it wasn’t as if she could make him a reality. In college she took a creative writing class and wrote a story about one of the recurring dreams, in which Wrath killed the leader of the Blood Wolves and became Alpha. The old alpha had gone crazy because he hadn’t found his true mate—the one female in the world meant for him. Blood Wolves, as hybrids of two supernatural creatures, went insane without their true mate to balance their ferocious nature. A true mate curbed their blood lust and need for violence, kept the beast in check. The males only had through their twenties to find their mate and claim her. Once they hit thirty, they became unstable, too rage-filled, more beast than man, attacking their own family and pack.

While her teacher had thought the story was too violent, and Wrath was irredeemable, Trinity had felt in her heart that her dream man was fully redeemable. With the right woman.

A few years later, she was a published author with twenty novels based on the world of her dreams featuring Wrath and his Blood Wolves versus the purebred wolf shifters. She still dreamed about Wrath regularly, and those dreams were documented in her books.

She fixed her coffee with caramel creamer and headed outside to the concrete patio. Sitting at the little bistro table, she stared out at the cornfield highlighted with the morning sun. Her mind wandered to the scene she’d written. Veltris saving Gemma was a good thing, but his plan to rally the other purebred alphas to destroy Wrath was something she hadn’t expected.

Not that she’d ever let that happen. They might come at the Blood Wolves, but she was still the author and creator of the world and she’d never let him be killed. In her dreams, he was the sexiest man alive—dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a body built for war.

And pleasure.

And he was all hers.

Chapter Two

Trinity scooted her chair in a little closer to the long table and settled the lanyard around her neck better, so it laid comfortably. The doors to the ballroom were about to open, and she was full to the brim with nerves and excitement. It was her first time as a signing author to the popular book lovers’ convention—Romancing Philly—in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She lived two hours from the bustling downtown, but she’d never gone to a convention as a signer. It wasn’t until an author pal suggested if she went they could share a hotel room, that she decided it would be a fun thing to do.

So here she was, sitting next to her friend and fellow fantasy romance author—Gloria Maynert—with stacks of books in front of her, a big banner at her back, and a whole bunch of swag spread out on the table.

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