Precious Perfection

by Lisa Oliver

Shunned by his pack for being born without feet and suspected of being an omega wolf, Devyn had a lucky escape when he was found and raised by a bear shifter. Now twenty six years old, Devyn fills his days carving elegant items of furniture out of wood, catering to the rich who can afford his custom pieces. It's a quiet life, but a good life and Devyn never imagined it changing in any way, until his fated mate walked in the door.

Rex would be the first to admit he cruised through life since leaving his father's pack at eighteen. Yes, he was born an alpha, but he wasn't interested in running a pack. He was happy living with his beta brother, running his bar, and falling in with hook ups when the mood struck him - which was often. But when he was called to a furniture shop by his latest hook up, supposedly to help move a bed, he never imagined he'd finally find someone he wanted to hold onto. Someone who made his alpha wolf stand up and take notice.

Life should've been easy once the misunderstandings concerning a proposal, Devyn's role in their relationship, and other trivial matters had been resolved. But the evil that shadowed both their pasts, is now back on the scene wanting Devyn dead and Rex fulfilling responsibilities he'd never asked for. Throw a magic user in the mix, and it's going to take more than Devyn's deft hand on his wheelchair to work things out.

This is an MM Paranormal Romance story intended for adults. It contains scenes of an intimate nature, a few violent scenes and coarse language. But if you're into perky omegas, clueless alphas, and a dose of romantic sweetness, this book is for you.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Setting: USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

“Who hurt him?” Rex couldn’t help the growl that came out of his mouth. It was just him and the bear in the shop, he didn’t need to watch his snarl. “Who stopped him shifting when he was clearly injured and condemned him to a life as half a man?”

“Half a man?” The bear’s growl matched his and got louder. “You’ve got a fucking cheek coming in here and spouting shit you know nothing about. There’s nothing weak or half-assed about the man who had the guts to roll away from you. We all know how your kind feel about those who aren’t ‘perfectly formed.’ Take your bullshit out of here.” Yeah, the guy was totally mocking him complete with air quotes, but Rex was more focused on the omega who rolled away.

“Who do I have to kill for doing this to him?”


“Doing this? Doing this?” The bear came closer, his fists clenched. “Are you trying to blame me for that man’s situation? Use that so-called superior nose of yours, man, Devyn was never injured.”

Devyn, at least now I know his name. Rex shook his head, trying to work out the bear’s riddles. With his cock pushing hard, demanding his attention and draining the blood from his brain, it wasn’t easy. “How?” He asked, pointing down the hallway. “He’s in a fucking chair. How the hell could this ever happen, then? Our kind heal from damn near everything but decapitation.”

“Devyn was born disabled.” The bear seemed to be waiting, Rex wasn’t sure what for. He was still getting his head around the idea a wolf shifter could be born with non-functioning legs. It didn’t make sense, nothing did. But it seemed the bear wasn’t finished with him.

“He was born, in a pack,” the bear flicked a glance at the door through to the workshop, but Sloane was most likely throwing too much of a private tantrum to face anyone yet. “Much like the one you were born in, I imagine. And because his pack couldn’t stomach him the way he looked when born, he was left out in the wilderness. Shunned. Rejected. Left to die. Three days old.”

Awareness pierced the fog in Rex’s brain. “You found him.”

“Give yourself a gold fucking medal. I found him.” The bear smacked his own chest. “I saved him, I raised him as my own. He’s as dear to me as any son would be. Which is why you can save any platitudes dripping off your tongue and get the hell out of his shop. Note I said his shop. All that you see around you is the result of what a so-called defect can do if they’re given half the chance.”

“He does incredible work,” Rex murmured, still stunned by the bear’s revelation and the scent of the omega.

“Yeah, well take a picture because you won’t be seeing it again. I don’t trust pack wolves, I don’t like pack wolves, and I won’t have Devyn hurt by any pack wolves. So, get out and fucking stay out. Am I clear?”


About the Author

Lisa Oliver's first fiction book was The Reluctant Wolf, book one in the Cloverleah series. Since then she's written more than fifty other titles spanning a number of different series including Bound and Bonded, Stockton Wolves, Balance, The God's Made Me Do it, City Dragons, The Necromancer's Smile, and the Alpha and Omega series. A huge fan of the true mate trope, Lisa's books are all paranormal, all M/M (although a few M/M/M have crept in too) and all have an HEA.

When not writing, Lisa can be found with her nose in a book or out walking her Rotty pups. Her adult children and grandchildren have found the best way to get her off the computer is to offer her chocolate.


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