All Chapters of REJECTED MATE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Since a lot of wild animals roamed Hell, I hoped to anyone listening that the demons by the tunnel entrance had dismissed the sight of Glinda as another wild hound, especially since she didn’t venture close to our only way out of their dimension.We descended down an increasingly steep slope until we reached a patch of rock that recessed a little to provide an overhang. “Here,” I said to Glinda. “Let’s take a rest.”He jumped off her back as though staying close to me for a second longer than necessary would burn him from the inside. “So, what’s your bright idea?”“There’s a needle and thread in the first aid kit,” I said as I swung my legs around and dismounted. “I’m going to use the shears to turn the tent into an invisibility suit for Glinda.”His gaze darted from the saddlebags to the hellhound, whose pristine fur was still covered in dirt. “You can sew?”“It’s an important wilderness skill,” I said with a sniff. “Any objections, comments, better ideas? Or will you just stand ther

Out of the corner of my eyes, I was sure Griff was giving Glinda silent signals to giddy up, but she was my special friend, not his. And there was no way she would abandon me inside a creepy tunnel. I mounted again, this time, keeping my hands on my thighs.He shot me a filthy glance. “Too proud to hold onto me?”“Actually,” I said with a yawn. “I think I can do better.”Ignoring his low growl, I got Glinda to continue up the gentle slope. She broke into a gentle run that became faster and faster and faster, as though the ground had turned into a travelator and was propelling her forward by magic.My eyes fluttered shut, and the muscles around my chest finally loosened enough for me to exhale. That little trip to Hell had been more emotionally grueling than the Punishment Pits. At least in Tower 1313, I knew exactly what to expect.All the exhaustion I had held at bay while Griff had been recovering from his wounds rushed back, and I slumped against his broad body.“It is time for us

Griff stopped the Range Rover as close as he could get to the stage, opened the door, and stormed out without a glance in my direction.I glared at his back, wishing I could set it alight with the force of my hatred, but then my body unfastened my seatbelt and hurried after him.Crowds shoved at either side of me, jostling me from left to right. I couldn’t shove anyone aside because the arrogant, pack-stealing bastard hadn’t given me back control of my arms.Up on the stage, Fenrir stood between his mate, Lydia, and the clean-cut blond wolf Hades had shown us on the slide show. Apart from a blonde shamaness, a pair of mischievous looking twins, and a few enforcers, the entire platform was crowded with young women.My lip curled. All that effort for one boy who was probably basking in all that female attention. Gerrison hadn’t made men compete for my hand in marriage, but then Griff had come along and had made his intentions clear.I finally made my way through the crowd and stopped at

“He’s smuggling us out of Shifter City.” Griff pulled me tighter to his body and shifted. “Demon enforcers always get a little jumpy after our runs and search vehicles going in and out of the wards.”I huffed a laugh. “Do they think anyone would transport souls in a car?”“It’s their way of saying they know Fenrir’s behind the raids,” he growled. “Now shut up.”The engine rumbled beneath us, and Griff scooted backward, pulling me with him. With each movement, my ass bounced against his hardening bulge, and the trunk became too hot, too cramped, too intimate.His cedar and woodsmoke scent curled around my senses, awakening parts of me that should have lain dead. Even though I hated Griff with every fiber of my psyche, my body hadn’t gotten the message and longed for his hands to wander.My nostrils flared. “What do you think you’re doing?”“There’s a second compartment in Beowulf’s trunk,” Griff said, as he continued shifting, his body lighting up my pleasure centers like a New Year’s

I turned to where Griff stood by the tree and swings, my brows raised. Why wasn’t he using his charm on the old crone to get her to find an alternative solution? It was as through the mention of faeries had put him into a state of shock.Perhaps he was thinking about the awful bargain he’d made with them to spare his father. Perhaps he was reliving what the faeries had made him do when they discovered he would never have a first-born to pay off his debts.Clearing my throat, I turned to meet Demeter’s cornflower-blue eyes. Within those irises were a multitude of colors—golds, greens, and glimpses of white that made them look like a washed-out globe of the world. Perhaps once she had been an earth goddess, but whatever had happened to her had left her devoid of magic.“How did you build the tunnels in the first place?” I asked.She exhaled a long breath, her shoulders sagging. “Back when I had my powers, I only needed to look at a seed, and it would grow.”“All right,” I said with a no