All Chapters of REJECTED MATE : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage.My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me.“Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”“Shit,” Griff hissed.Bile rose to the back of my throat. I really hated this guy.Whoever was holding the camera zoomed in to get a close up of Ophois. The light had faded from his golden eyes, leaving them a dull amber. He strained against the glass, looking like he was trying to smash through it with his magic, but it remained firm.“If I don’t hear from you,” Hades' voice continued over the footage, “I will ha

“I’m not taking any chances after tonight’s security breach.”The door ahead of us flung open, and a seven-foot-tall demon charged out, holding a trident. His oxblood-red skin reminded me of the bastards who worked the pits. Behind him jogged a pair of similar-looking creatures who I was certain I had knocked unconscious with sleeping gas.“You,” snarled the one in front, although he was looking at Fenrir and not at me.“Take me to my sister,” Fenrir said.He bared his teeth and hissed, but he still managed to bow. His companions opened the door, which led to a chamber that looked like it belonged in a movie about Hell. It was dome-shaped with metal walls etched to form intricate archways. Giant skulls hung halfway to the ceiling, each spewing streams of lava over shackled prisoners.My breath caught. I had never visited a working throne room. The ones in museums didn’t count, and neither did any I’d seen on television. But this space was huge. It was probably the size of the alpha’s

The black figure inside the circle thrashed at its invisible barrier. Droplets fell off his form, creating tiny puddles that formed increasing peaks. He screamed, but the sound came out a low bellow that made the lining of my stomach tremble.“Stay back.” Griff pulled me a few steps further away from the ring of blood.He didn’t need to tell me twice. I cursed myself for not bringing a weapon to the Sixth Faction, although if I had shot that thing with the golden pistol, he might have ended up in Fenrir’s basement.The three gods stood around the circle, neither of them showing much reaction to the monster.Loki smirked, the apples of his cheeks rounding. He didn’t seem to be surprised that this wasn’t Azriel.“Who is this?” the monster bellowed, his deep voice now forming a sob. “What have you done to me?”I edged forward, my brow furrowing. Was the creature made of that goo, or had Loki slathered the angel with it as a prank? My lips tightened. This was no laughing matter.“You look

By the time we left the Sixth Faction, the sun had risen and was filling the wooded area of Richmond Park with light. I peered through the trees, finding no sign of humans, and passed the wards with Fenrir and Griff.My feet dragged, and my arms hung like barbells at my sides. This had been one of the longest and most arduous nights I’d spent in a physical body, and I was sure the ends of my hair stank of brimstone.A trio of enforcers awaited us at the other side of the poppy field and walked alongside us through the gates of the alpha’s compound, down the driveway, and to the mansion’s verandah.“Good work, today,” Fenrir said without a trace of tiredness. “We’ll reconvene at six.”Instead of going into his home, he crossed the lawn and headed toward the guesthouse. Griff stepped ahead of me and opened the door.“After you.”“Thanks.” I stepped into the hallway.“Cathwulf.”I paused, waiting for him to say something meaningful. Seconds passed, and when all I heard from him was a sig

I gazed up at Griff, the pulse in my throat fluttering like the wings of a trapped butterfly. Every inch of my skin thrummed with anticipation of his kiss, even though I hadn’t yet said yes.“Please.” He drew even closer, his full lips inches away from mine. “If we had more time, I wouldn’t press, but this could be our last chance.”His cedar and woodsmoke scent filled my senses, and his warm breath caressed my skin. I whispered, “All right.”Griff closed the distance between us and threaded his fingers through my hair, sending tingles across my scalp. He placed a soft kiss on the left corner of my mouth, and then the right.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice breathy.“Committing this moment to memory.” He drew back, his eyes meeting mine.Normally, I would lose myself in his amber irises and marvel at the way the dim light illuminated his angular features. The desperation in his eyes was as though this would be our last moment together before we spent the rest of our afterlives