The Revenge of the Geek Betrayal.

He trailed his lips across the blunt outline of my collarbone, my warm cheek under the soft caress of his hand.
"Avery," he whispers, his low, husky voice on my bear skin.
Intimate fire flared beneath my very soul, This was it, I thought. I had finally found my mate, and he is finally accepting me.
"You are a pathetic and weak excuse of a mate. I, Jackson Samuel, am rejecting you, Avery Hastings as my mate."