All Chapters of REJECTED MATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I scrambled to my feet, clutching the puppy to my chest. My heart slammed itself against my ribcage, trying to escape the confines of my reckless body. I had one thing to do—endear myself to the Hellfire Pack and not get caught—yet I’d risked everything for a dying creature.“That was Hellfire, wasn’t it?” Rocco strode toward me, his brows tight. “Answer me.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.“There’s no mistaking the scent of Hellfire.” His gaze dropped to the puppy. “And you used it to feed the runt.”My throat spasmed. It was hard to say how this conversation was going with all that long hair covering his features. From the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, I could tell he was shocked. But would he work out where I’d gotten that fire and tell Griff?Rocco pointed a finger between my eyes and then trailed it down to the puppy. “She’s already grown three inches. Only magic from someone high up in Hell could have saved a pup on

“Not exactly.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and his heartbeat seemed to double. Whatever he was about to say vanished as he drifted toward my mouth.Clenching my teeth, I dug my fingernails into his hard pec. All the times we had kissed when he had been alive, he’d never displayed a trace of excitement. I’d always thought it was because he was cooler than the Fonz. Turned out that he found nothing about Cathwulf Aibek arousing.“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice rich and deep and full of promises he couldn’t keep. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it, too.”“Confusion?” I asked. “Because I have no idea what you mean.”He drew back and gazed down at me, blinking rapidly as though clearing his eyes of stardust. “I don’t understand.”“You keep using the same tired old lines,” I spat. “Don’t you think I’ve heard that shit my entire life? What’s next? Are you going to ask me for my star sign?”Griff’s features hardened. “I’m telling you the truth. Our souls are connected.”My gaze darted

For a horny, blackmailing kennel master, he certainly took his duties seriously. As he guided me through another part of the building where he stored supplies for the Hellhounds, there wasn’t a single mention of blowjobs. The hounds ate twice a day, and only the best cuts of meat. As the hours progressed, we fed them together, watching them turn from smoke to solid as they gobbled up entire goats and stared at us through eyes of flame.By the time we’d fed the Hellhounds, mucked them out, and added new straw to their pens, Rocco rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s basically all there is to taking care of the beasts.” His gaze swept up and down my body. “You’re a good worker and a natural with them once you realized they wouldn’t bite.”I raised a shoulder, still not quite believing this was the same guy from before. “They’re pretty nice once you get used to them.”His eyes softened. “Yeah.”My gaze wandered down the line of cages to the door that led to the vestibule, and the urge to

Silence spread across Coyote Willy’s backyard, broken only by the pounding of my heart. I stood with myback to Don’s caravan, staring into the eyes of the tall, skinny wolf whose big mouth threatened to get us dragged back to Hell. Beki rose to her paws and growled, her hackles rising. It reflected exactly how I felt.“Did you follow me?” I asked.Rocco raised a shoulder. “The girls were talking about your friend. Did you know she tried to get the beta to go back to that caravan with her? I guessed you’d gone to see her, and I was about to knock when you stepped out.”“So, you’re a stalker, then?”“I’m a wolf, if that’s what you mean.” He closed the distance between us.A flare of panic turned my mind blank as I considered the consequences of the Hellfire pack finding out that I was also a spy. “Why are you doing this?”“You were so good with the hounds.” He pressed me against the side of the rusty caravan. “I’ve never met a female my wolf liked so much.”Rocco’s aftershave burned

Throughout his story, my heart pounded a rapid beat. The way he spoke, it felt like I was there, sitting at home with my family huddled around me and glued to my television set, only to have it explode in the many power surges.“Bloody Hell,” I whispered.“They all ran away,” said the driver. “The witches, mages, vampires, faeries, angels, and the demons. Beowulf was the Shifter King at the time, and he said he wasn’t leaving his home. When Fenrir and his mate took over, they went one step better.”“How?” I asked, my eyes wide.“Shifter City has the strongest wards of any supernatural enclosure.” He tapped the side of his nose. “They’re not just powered by the life force of the most powerful god who ever lived, but with the magic of the Sixth Faction of Hell.”I blew out a long breath. It was no wonder Fenrir felt comfortable to shelter the Hellfire Pack. If the Sixth Faction was backing him, then he could easily stand up to Hades and the Fifth.Rocco opened the door, letting in a g