All Chapters of REJECTED MATE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“Thank you.” I stepped out of his embrace and smoothed down my denim jacket. When he wasn’t flirting or acting like a peeping wolf, he was actually quite pleasant.He wiggled his fingers and produced a golden needle. “Place this in your lapel.”“Is this for transporting the crystals?” I asked.“Precisely.” He manifested a set of keys from thin air and opened a doorway into Fenrir’s basement.The Norse god stood by an eight-foot-tall holographic model of a castle that was only half-complete. From its high towers and turrets, I could tell this was Hades’ palace. This had to be what the cartographer had cobbled together based on Coral’s recollection of her stay with Hades. I glanced at the bottom floor, which was devoid of detail.My throat spasmed. How on earth were we going to find the dungeon where they were keeping the Hellfire pack?Griff, Lydia, and a brown-haired administrator type sat at a small row of chairs. From his scent, I could already tell he was a Neutral and had no usabl

She rose from her seat. “Are you sure you don’t need my help? I could travel over with Cathwulf and fly—”“They need you now more than ever with the Trials,” Fenrir said, sounding like he’d had this discussion before with his mate.I tried not to wonder what on earth could go wrong with a bunch of girls battling it out in the forest to win the heart of a wolf. There were too many things at stake to lose focus.The Neutral sitting on my right rose and gazed down at me with a warm smile. “Allow me to show you a selection of devices.”“Can we go there via the armory?” I asked.Philip the Neutral turned out to be a friend of Gerrison and said he had served as the Shifter King’s administrator when my former beta took control of the pack. He had been kind enough not to mention my crime or my execution, even though he had resided in Logris in the 1970s and would have remembered the scandal.He took me to the office beside the alpha’s study and showed me an array of mobile phones. Since I had

All plans of using Juniper and the other women as a buffer between Ophois and me tumbled sideways. I had absolutely no idea there was another side to the Egyptian god, although I should have known his head wasn’t permanently that of a wolf. If I could shift my eyes for better vision or transform my fingernails into claws, it made sense that a god could change the shape of his head.My gaze swept down his muscular body. Ophois wore a black blazer with gold buttons, but it looked classier and more expensive than the one Griff had worn today. His shirt was a silver fabric that was so dark that the color bordered on black. I gulped. If I didn’t know any better, he was trying to outshine my mate.It was working.His magic rumbled over me like a desert storm, making every nerve ending shiver. Beki pushed herself to the back of our bond and cringed. I guess she was also feeling overwhelmed.“Shall we?” Ophois offered me his arm.I glanced down at his huge bicep and gulped. “But my friends—”

“People fall in love with illusions all the time.” He floated over the platter of sliced meat. “Some falsehoods are so tightly woven that we believe them to be real. The results of learning the truth are deadly.”Unease settled in my belly, and every butterfly in my stomach tried to crawl through its lining. What kind of person was this to make these sweeping statements based on my life in an attempt to get laid? Maybe that’s why he kept insisting on that dinner. He had a way of burrowing under the skin and pulling out a person’s deepest insecurities.Sitting straighter in my seat, I picked up the serving fork and placed a few slices of pork on my plate. I was about to serve him some but had to ask, “Do you eat food?”“On occasion,” he replied, his voice light with amusement.“That man who visited you before we arrived. What did you do to him?”“Gregory Beaks?” Ophois asked.“I think so.”“He’s somewhere in my digestive tract,” Ophois said with a shrug.My stomach dropped and I placed

My jaw dropped, and I was about to ask if Griff had told her when my gaze caught the gold object I’d left on the floor.“What’s that?” I asked.Aunt Sybil picked it up and placed it in my hand. “It looks like a needle case. Are you thinking of taking up sewing?”I pinched the bridge of my nose, remembering how Ophois had asked me to stick a golden needle into the goat-horned demon. If I had thrown it through the door, it might have transported him to Fenrir’s basement.Beki’s sharp bark reminded me of Captain Caria’s gun. If she had killed me, and my soul had floated over to the other side, then I could have look forward to an eternity of torture.I wrapped Aunt Sybil into a hug. “It’s great to see you, but could we catch up later?”“Sure.” She gave me a gentle squeeze before letting go and walking out of the door.Now that Shifter City was safe from Hades and I was alone, all that remained of the debacle was the upturned table and the broken plates and glasses across the marble floor