All Chapters of REJECTED MATE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

“Thanks.” I took one of the weapons and slipped it into my jacket’s holster while Griff accepted the second.“Each gun contains a hundred needles, but if you run out, use the spares.”I flipped the cylinder and extracted a needle. It closed with a loud snap. Instead of opening it again, I wove the needle into the fabric of my sleeve.Loki walked toward me, his head tilted to the side. “Let me take a look at you.” He walked around me, his gaze sweeping up and down my body. “What do you think?”I turned to meet a face almost identical to mine, stepped back, and bumped into Griff.Loki had the same honey-blonde hair, strong features, and piercing gray eyes. Because of the body I inhabited, I looked smaller, softer, gentler. I looked a little more like Mum than Dad, and almost pretty.My breaths shallowed, and the part of my soul that had spent decades in the Punishment Pits wondered if Griff would have been so forgiving and amorous if I had looked exactly like my old self.Beki’s sharp b

Namara sniffed and stepped into the elevator.Azriel drew back, letting us enter before he stepped inside.Griff and I stood at the left, farthest away from the secretary, each of us holding still and trying not to make a sound. Thankfully, Azriel’s huffing and puffing would drown out any heavy breathing.Namara placed her hands on her hips. “What’s this really about?”“You can’t break up with a man based on hearsay,” he said, his voice rising several octaves.“So, you deny standing in the middle of that battle, hiding behind a clipboard while His and Her Majesty fought for their lives?” she asked, her lips twisting with disgust.“I made no secret that I was an administrator and unsuited for warfare,” he said with an outraged squawk. “Besides, it wasn’t a clipboard but a computer tablet.”Namara shook her head. “And that’s why you’ll never be my type.”“But I was once,” he whispered.She rolled her eyes. “This is why you stormed into my office complaining about missing souls? I though

I was in deep shit. And that was an understatement.Deep shit would imply that I was in some kind of trouble. Perhaps facing an arrest or a fine or a reprimand.But I had turned double-agent, betraying a Demon King who was also the Greek god of the Underworld, blackmailed an angel into joining a dangerous heist, stolen thousands of souls from Hell, and thwarted Hades’ plan to interrogate Fenrir’s lieutenant-in-crime.Now, I was trapped in a stone dungeon, deep underneath Hades’ palace in the Fifth Faction of Hell, with said angel at my back and the Demon King glowering at me through black eyes that burned hotter than coals.I had never had vertigo, not even when I leaned out of my cell in one of the Punishment Pit’s mega-stalactites, but my soul was free-falling into a pit of terror and was about to shatter into a million shards.Beki skittered to the back of our bond and tried to hide behind my spine. I couldn’t blame her. My poor wolf hadn’t been this terrified since the moments bef

A wave of despair crashed over my senses at the potential loss of Azriel. The wretched angel had to know that leaving me here would result in an eternity of punishment, but he didn’t give a shit.Clenching my teeth, I pushed the thought aside. What on earth did I expect from Azriel after we dug out his darkest secret, summoned him in a humiliating circle, and blackmailed him to commit a crime against Heaven? The angel didn’t owe me an ounce of loyalty.“We’re on our own,” I said into the bond.Beki gave me a grim nod.“Maybe Hades might want to open up negotiations?”She raised a paw to shrug.“What is this?” Azriel shrieked.My gaze darted to the side, but all I could see amid the sea of bleeding limbs were Azriel’s white wings, which were darkening to a slate gray that bordered on black. He spun around and rushed toward Hades.“What did you do to me?” his high-pitched voice rang through my ears.“Nothing.” Hades folded his arms across his chest and turned to Namara, who was still in

The enforcers let go of his arms, leaving Griff reeling forward. My heart leaped. I closed the distance between us, wrapped an arm around his back, and held him steady.“Cathwulf,” Griff slurred, his swollen features morphing into a smile. He paused to give me a look of longing that stretched into our bond. “I'm glad you’re unhurt, but I wished you had saved yourself.”My heart ached. So, that explained his earlier feelings of betrayal. He hadn’t wanted me to make that sacrifice. I cupped the side of his cheek. “I’m sorry.”Hades cleared his throat. “If I don’t hear from Fenrisúlfr in the next ten seconds, I will assume that these devices are a ruse. Then I’ll tear out your soul, and you’ll give me the information under torture.”My stomach lurched at the prospect of Griff hanging from some hook in that awful dungeon. I bared my teeth at Hades and hissed, “You’ve spent too much time with demons.”The Demon King raised a hand and wiggled his fingers, sending a wave of magic that made m