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CHAPTER FORTY SIX

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JESSICA POV

The temple room was a grave of silence and obsidian. The mirrors that hung along the walls did not reflect the light, they seemed to absorb it, and all the wavering candles became ghosts.

And here I was pitched upon the cold, hard altar in the middle of the room and the "Null-Magic" stones which were the floor stones were vibrating so much that I could taste them. It was a trembling, which attempted to extract the magic out of my blood, and to rub it down to dust.

The guards wer
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  • Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha   CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

    RYDER’S POVThe pantry of the Spire was a tomb for things that were meant to be enjoyed. It was filled with the scents of excess and expensive cheeses rotting in their rinds, vintage wines gathering dust, and the stale, sweet perfume of the man currently shaking in my grip.I had Jessica’s Stepfather pinned against a rack of century-old Bordeaux. My fingers were knotted so deeply in his silk cravat that I could feel the frantic, pathetic flutter of his pulse against my knuckles. It was a fast, rhythmic tapping, like a moth beating its wings against a glass jar."You always were a gambling man, fool," I purred. My voice was a low, sandpaper rasp, vibrating with a wolf that had been denied its mate for too long. "But you’ve played a losing hand. You bet on a King who’s already rotting, and now the house is calling in your debt."Look at him. This is the man who raised her? This spineless heap of silk and cowardice sold the only light in this mountain for a handful of gold. My wolf wants

  • Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha   CHAPTER FIFTY

    JESSICA’S POVThe ritual chamber was no longer a room; it was a hungry throat. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of burning frankincense and something more primal—the smell of an impending storm. Outside, the sky was a bruised purple, the stars hiding as if ashamed of what the moon was about to become.The handmaidens approached me with ceremonial bowls carved from human bone. Their fingers, cold and impersonal, began the final anointing. This wasn’t like the previous baths. The oil they used now was thick, viscous, and laced with crushed belladonna and "Moon-thistle." As it touched my skin, my vision blurred at the edges. Every nerve ending didn't just wake up; they began to scream.The oil felt like liquid fire. It was designed to turn my skin into a conductor, a raw wire that would allow Thorne to siphon the Sovereignty out of my marrow. Every brush of the handmaidens’ silk gloves felt like a serrated blade. Every breath of air that moved through the open rafters felt like a

  • Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY NINE

    JESSICA’S POVThe Obsidian Bath had been a war of skin and shadows, but the ritual chamber was a stage.After Thorne had dragged me from the dark—his eyes wild with a mixture of Belladonna-haze and frustrated lust—he had handed me over to the handmaidens. Now, I stood in the center of the Spire’s highest peak. The air here was thinner, colder, and smelled of the incense they were burning to "purify" the space for the Blood Moon."Don't pull away, Jessica," Thorne’s voice echoed against the vaulted stone.He was standing behind me, watching my reflection in a massive, floor-to-ceiling obsidian mirror. Two handmaidens women with stitched lips and vacant eyes—were draping the white ritual gown over my shoulders.The fabric was a cruel joke. It was gossamer silk, so thin it was practically a second skin, designed to highlight every curve and every mark of the Triad-Bond. Under the flickering torchlight, I looked less like a Queen and more like a ghost already halfway to the underworld."

  • Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

    RYDER’S POVThe iron shackles bitten into my wrists weren't the problem. I’d worn heavier chains in the pits of the North. The problem was the scent of Jessica faint, fading, and laced with the copper tang of fear drifting through the ventilation grates of my cell. It was driving me into a crazy state that no Null-magic could suppress."Keep your head down, mutt," the guard growled, slamming the butt of his pike into my kidneys.I stumbled, a dry groan escaping my throat, but I didn't fall. I couldn't. Under the sleeve of my shredded tunic, the small obsidian blade I’d palmed from the dining hall three nights ago pressed against my pulse. It was a sliver of glass, really, but in the hands of a man who had nothing left to lose, it was a god-slayer."You’re making a mistake," I rasped, my voice sounding like grinding gravel. "You should have killed me in the courtyard."The guard laughed, a hollow sound inside his silver helm. "The King wants you alive to watch him claim her. He says t

  • Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

    JESSICA’S POVThe iron door did not just close--it walled us in a stone and silent coffin.The slam echoed once, and then passed away so dead that it was as though the sound had been devoured alive. Darkness was not just the lack of light here but a living thing, which insinuated into my eyeballs, crawled behind my flesh. There was a smell of damp blood and iron in the air. Few tears dropped, but they were constant and regular on the obsidian walls, and they dropped in slow and calculated plinks, which beat out time like the last breath of a dying man.I used my back against the smooth stone and attempted to breathe softly.“Go no nearer,” I said, which was more sharper than I felt.The laugh of Thorne was a roar of the black--low, wet, already rotting along the edges with Belladonna still chewing his lungs. "Or what, little Sovereign? you will stare at me till I burn?”“I will see you choke with your own arrogance before the night is over.”He moved. It was not footsteps--rather som

  • Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY SIX

    JESSICA POV The temple room was a grave of silence and obsidian. The mirrors that hung along the walls did not reflect the light, they seemed to absorb it, and all the wavering candles became ghosts. And here I was pitched upon the cold, hard altar in the middle of the room and the "Null-Magic" stones which were the floor stones were vibrating so much that I could taste them. It was a trembling, which attempted to extract the magic out of my blood, and to rub it down to dust. The guards were in the fringe and their faces were covered with silver masks. They didn't speak. They didn't move. They waited upon their King, and their devotion was a dreadful, clock-work affair, which not even health could make to falter. I rested on the rock, and my breath was spasmodic. My mind was a storm. Thorne had been poisoned, but the guards had remained faithful to his dying order. I needed time. The Alphas would have to be nearer. I had to find a means of letting them not initiate the ceremony b

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