All Chapters of The Rejected Mate Games (Game Of Wolves Book 1): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zoe was asleep on the massive velvet couch beside my bed when I crawled into bed. I stayed awake with the events of the day replaying in my mind. Interviews, flashing cameras, screaming fans, helicopters, tigers, food, flirting, stress…it was all too much. The sheets were hot, I was uncomfortable, and I couldn’t get my mind to slow down.Completely frustrated, I swung my legs out of bed and grabbed a thick robe from the closet. I wrapped it around myself, covering the silk pajamas they’d supplied me, and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake Zoe as I went.With no clue about where I was going, only the deep desire to wander, I padded down the hallway. Thankfully, it seemed all the crew had turned in for the night as well.The house was enormous. Many of the doors were closed, and I didn’t try opening them, afraid of barging in on someone’s quarters. The last thing I wanted was to stumble into a room and see Von Thornton balls-deep in one of the young female production assistant

“I know, Wyatt.” I was rapidly losing command of myself. “It’s all a matter of acting. I…play along. With the game, you know? Fool the people in this game and get through the games to get the prize.”He moved his face across mine, brushing his lips against me in the barest touch, almost like a breath of wind, so close to a kiss yet so far. I gritted my teeth to prevent myself from leaning forward and taking what he’d almost given me.Wyatt pinned me with those intense eyes of his. “This show isn’t a game. It’s more like torture right now. And are you sure you can act around me? Can you control yourself?”He made it sound like a challenge. I wrinkled my nose. “I can. I haven’t met a challenge I couldn’t overcome yet. Especially not one from you. You haven’t left me a choice.”With a dark laugh, Wyatt pressed his lips to mine. I wanted to shove him away, to knee him in the balls, then wipe my face and tell him how disgusting he was. Instead, warmth radiated through my pussy, and I opene

As I lay there listening to Ryan undress and get into his bed, I opened my eyes. The room was lit only by the light of the moon streaming through the curtains. It cloaked the place in a strange, gray shimmer and deepened the shadows.Over the years, I’d gotten used to being the de facto leader of my little band of lone wolves. It had been a long time since I’d been in a place like this, and with so many strange shifters I didn’t know or trust. My territorial nature made it difficult to relax with the scent of all the alpha testosterone seeping into every square inch of the room.My brain was still firing on all cylinders. I went through a dozen plans to keep Kira close to me and the dangerous alphas away from her. From the little I’d seen and heard about the show, most female deaths happened when some douchebag was trying too hard, trying to impress her or the audience, or making a fatal mistake when their temper or ego got the best of them. That couldn’t be allowed. I’d kill any of t

The vampire gestured in different directions as he spoke. “Each of you will be dropped off at a different starting point across the island. It will be your task to race back to the mansion and safety. You must outrace not only your fellow competitors but the feral shifters that have been set loose.” Von again lowered his eyeglasses and scanned the crowd with glee. “Did anyone notice your suits from last night were missing this morning?”We all looked around at each other. It appeared none of us had really checked on the clothes. We’d been too concerned with what we should wear today to think about what to do with the tuxedos we’d worn for the premiere.Von laughed. “We gave them to the ferals. They have all your scents now. That should make things much more interesting. Along with the ferals, you’ll need to be on the lookout for some of my more unfortunate brethren. Some vampires can’t handle the doldrums of immortality and go mad. Usually, the Tranquility Council dispatches these poo

Remembering that we’d all been given a silver knife as our only weapon, I pulled it from the thigh sheath and rushed forward. The feral saw me coming and released Leif’s foot to lunge toward me. The madness was evident in its eyes. I leaped at it, tackling the beast to the forest floor. It snapped its jaws at me, sending saliva strings slapping into my face. A paw lashed down and cut through my leggings, leaving four bloody gashes across my quadricep. The pain didn’t hurt so much as it pissed me off.Slamming my knife into its side, I felt the blade slide through the skin and flesh like a knife through butter. There was a pop as it cracked through a rib and then a burst of bloody, foamed air when it pierced the lung.The beast yowled and twisted from my grasp to run back into the jungle. I lost my knife, but I’d managed to get the thing away from Leif and myself. Crawling over to him, I found he was in bad shape. He’d passed out from either blood loss or shock. His body was riddled wi