All Chapters of His Rejected Mate (Game Of Wolves Book 3) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Ah, yes,” Simon murmured with a smile. “This was one of the first. I think the human face gives it a, uh, I don’t know how to say it… a poetry? An immediacy, perhaps. It speaks to the soul. I truly view them as individual works of art. This is my newest.” He gestured to the next holding cell.This one had been totally sealed and filled with water. Inside, a being swam and thrashed in the water. It had the body and tail of a merperson, but from the chest up, it had the bulbous head of a great white shark. Serpentine legs moved in time with the tail, propelling it around the small enclosure. As we neared, the thing pressed itself against the glass, pushing its webbed merperson hands on the wall, and gazed out at us with lifeless black shark eyes.“Mother of gods,” I whispered.“I know,” Simon whispered enthusiastically. “Very exciting, isn’t it? It took a long time to get the spell right, but this one can survive in water and on land. Very difficult.”“Why?” I asked, the word leaving m

As badly as I wanted Wyatt to come swooping in like a white knight to save me, I also feared it. Gods only knew what kind of security measures Simon had built into this place. The creatures he had contained here alone would be more than Wyatt could handle on his own. Still, he would come for me. I knew it. He would fight tooth and nail to save me. It was a quality I’d spent years hating, but now? When I needed it most? I realized it was one of his greatest qualities. He’d never leave someone he loved to fend for themselves.We reached the exam room, and I spotted the vampire Simon had tortured on the floor. His burst eye had regenerated, but he still gazed out with dead eyes. Whatever Simon had done must have been severe for him to still be healing.The other tech sat beside Abel’s unconscious form, scribbling notes on a tablet.Before Simon could return me to the table, a Klaxon alarm ripped through the dull silence of the lab. Everyone, excluding Simon, flinched in surprise. The sci

As we ran, it became evident that she’d had some time to explore the compound, as she rounded corners and rushed through doors like she’d memorized the place. Knowing her, she very well may have.Eli had managed to shut down the lockdown security mechanism in Simon’s facility, which was how we’d breached the compound. Every door that had been locked now stood wide open, which looked to be a good thing. Kira led me through what looked like the biggest, heaviest door I’d ever seen in my life, where a horror show of unspeakable monsters awaited beyond it. We were going too fast for me to get a good look, but those I did see made my stomach flip wildly, and I had to swallow down the vomit that threatened to spew from me.The sounds of fighting had faded to almost nothing by the time we reached Leif’s holding chamber. Sitting with his back against the wall, Leif looked much like he had the last time I’d seen him—rocking monotonously back and forth, holding his head. His hair lay in greasy

“Wyatt!” a scream sounded from down the hall.I glanced toward it. Kira. She’d managed to shift back and was trying to come for me, but Crew and Gavin had her by the arms, trying to drag her away. The bootsteps drew ever closer, and now I could make out voices. Simon inched closer, saliva hanging from his maw.We weren’t going to make it.Zoe, her face covered in blood but showing no injuries, rounded the corner like the answer to our prayers. “There you are, you assholes! I thought you’d left me.”Simon swiveled his head around and growled at Zoe, who sent a massive cloud of pitch black smoke toward him. The tendrils of the ink-black mist enveloped him, and barking wolf coughs erupted from the fae/shifter’s mouth as he tried to breathe.Zoe turned and sent an additional cloud down the hall behind her. It swarmed the corridor. The sounds of screams and coughing echoed down the hallway, Simon’s reinforcements overcome by the magic.Zoe rushed toward me. “Move it or lose it, fuzzy boy.”

After a few moments, I probed again. “Kira, what’s going on? Are you sure you’re okay?”She nodded and pulled her head back, looking up at me with bloodshot eyes. “I’m innocent. I didn’t kill that man when I was a kid. I was never a murderer, or a monster, or any of those things.”All I could do was stare at her. How had she discovered that? “Did Simon tell you that?”Kira laughed and wiped an arm across her face to dry the tears. “He was the guy, Wyatt. Simon. He was my friend’s uncle. He gave me something that forced me to shift, and I almost killed him, but he managed to get away. He faked his death. That means none of it was my fault. I spent years thinking I was a monster, but that wasn’t true.”“You were never a monster,” I said firmly. “I always knew that.”She chuckled and shook her head, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. “That’s great, but your faith couldn’t wipe away the guilt I’d locked up inside me all those years.”I put my thumb under her chin and tilted her head up