A heat that burns hotter than Hellfire A love that will save them all Just when I settled things with my vengeful god, I'm about to lose him to the forces of Hell. Our enemies are immortal, mounting, and determined to tear us apart. We're fighting Kings, Queens, and primordial demons. They're joining forces to bring us down. There's one way to save our souls, but it means my death. Vindicated is the final book in the Rejected Mate trilogy!
I
was trapped.
Trapped within a body in the throes of its first heat. Trapped in an underground room with a crazed shaman. Trapped by a surge of magic that kept me rooted to the spot.
The bachelor pad's stone walls closed in on me, making the space too hot, too crowded, too stifling for me to breathe. All the moisture in my throat evaporated, yet sweat poured down my brow, into my eyes, and down my bottom lip.
Behind me was the massive daybed, and in front of me was a glass coffee table and beyond that, a four-seater leather sofa. Light flooded my vision from the left of the room, where Fenrir had staggered, his body leaching magic through the crossbow lodged in his heart. I longed to reach out for him, but the sight of Grog advancing across the room was like a fist to the throat.
Without his cloak, the Norse shaman looked even more menacing, and as he swaggered toward me, the scent of motor oil filled my nostrils. When he stepped into a shaft of light, what I'd originally thought of as dirt encrusting his skin glistened.
My throat thickened with a surge of nausea that made me clutch at my neck. "What are you doing here?"
"Your heat." Grog enunciated each syllable. "It drew me here like a siren's song."
Runes glowed from beneath the thick layer of black goo. Runes that I recognized from the headboard in my room that occasionally showed me carvings of the flying wolf. I sent a burst of magic into my legs, trying to dislodge them where Grog had stuck them to the floor, but it only held me tighter.
Fenrir slumped against the wall, his skin turning a horrific shade of green. His labored breaths rasped across my eardrums, making my stomach plummet. He slid down to the wall, looking like he was about to die.
"I wouldn't glance his way at a time like this," Grog said with a sneer.
My throat spasmed, and a ripple of pain seized my core. Clutching my belly, I doubled over and groaned, wishing I could break free of the enchantment entrapping my legs.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
Grog placed a thin hand on my shoulder, spreading the sensation of centipedes crawling across my skin. "Doing what, my dear?"
"You infiltrated the alpha's grounds disguised as Frida, appeared across the grounds so only I could see you-"
"Isn't the answer obvious?" He wrapped a hand around my forearm and yanked me to my feet.
"No," I said through clenched teeth.
He shook his head. "What are they teaching you people in the Logris Academy?"
Another pain stabbed through my insides, making my knees buckle. I swung at Grog's face but only managed to graze his beard on the way down. The wretched shaman pulled me upright again, only to shove me to the daybed. I sank into its soft cushions, my body seizing with the symptoms of my heat.
Fenrir's pained groan made Grog's head snap to the side, and he exhaled a hiss through his teeth.
"That bolt was supposed to keep him unconscious for at least an hour," he muttered.
"Get out of here before he wakes up and tears off your head," I snarled.
He slammed the butt of his staff on the floor, making it tremble. I tried to rise off the daybed, but a force of magic pulled me back to the cushions.
"There." He stalked toward me, his indigo eyes glistening with lust. "No matter how much he huffs and puffs, he will never get through my ward."
I bared my teeth. "If you touch me, he'll make sure you die painfully-"
"Then Marchosias will enable me to rise from the dead, just as I did when I was shot."
Bile rose to the back of my throat, accompanied by a bout of nausea so severe that it outshone my pain.
"What do you want?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
A shudder ran through my spine, but I held my muscles still, trying not to look overly disgusted. Grog seemed the type who enjoyed attention-perhaps I could keep him talking for long enough for Fenrir to rise, break through the ward, and tear his scrawny body into little pieces.
"It's as I said." He ran his long fingers down his matted beard. "The moment Beowulf told Alpha Gundahar and me about the deal he had made with Marchosias, I jumped at the opportunity to make a bargain with such an impressive demon."
I shuffled back on the sofa, trying hard to keep my gaze on the shaman and not let it drift to where Fenrir lay with a crossbow through the heart.
"But what could an accomplished shaman like you possibly need from a demon?"
Grog grinned, baring a mouthful of teeth so broken, I wondered how he could eat. "An excellent question, my dear. You see, I've always wanted a wolf."
"That's it?" I asked.
His face fell, and his eyes hardened with malice. "Do you know what it's like to grow up as a Neutral, knowing there is only one aspect to your soul? Shifters like you take your wolves for granted."
I gulped, my breaths turning shallow. As an outcast, I had a good idea of what life as a Neutral could be like. Mum and I had spent my entire life being shunned by the other wolves and treated less than even those who couldn't shift. But there was no point in telling any of this to Grog.
My true mate marked me for death. When fate mates me the alpha wolf, he doesn’t just reject me—he sacrifices me to the wolf god, Fenrir. Fenrir is dark, brooding, sexy, and he owns my body and soul. He offers me a chance to return and power to get my revenge. But in return, I must release him from Hell.
How to appease an vengeful god The big bad wolf god is huffing and puffing at my door. Fenrir has the nerve to believe that I’ve wronged him, and he won’t be satisfied until he’s gotten his revenge. He wants to strip me of everything I hold dear: my home, my pack, my freedom… and my clothes. It looks like I’ll have to find a way to keep him happy—or else. While I’m busy trying to work things out with Fenrir, enemies are closing in on us at all sides. We’d better work together, or it we’ll both end up in Hell...
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!