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

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

JAX POV This air in the ventilation shafts wasn't only dusty, it was the end of the world. Each inhale I made, I drew in a lungful of pulverized glass and Null-gas, a toxic brew formulated to leach a shifter's soul out of his body before he died. I coughed, a wet, rattling sound that had to be muffled by resting it on my bicep. As I withdrew my arm, I saw the grey soot was tinged with a startling crimson. I feel my wolf’s blood boiling, a chill wind threading my body, a cold chill of fear. Thorne is not only smothering me, he's erasing me. I had lived in the walls of the Spire long before I became a tracker for the Triad. I wasn't Jax, the shadowy killer with the sharp blades then. I was Elian, a "kitchen rat", a 'no name' who scrambled through these little iron necks to get a morsel of bread to give to my mother. For a moment I closed my eyes to prevent the heat of the vent from burning my face. I could still see her yet. I could still see the look on the way the "Great Alphas"

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

JESSICA’S POV The stone floor was cold beneath my thin silk ritual gown, but nothing like the ice running through my veins. The air in the room was thick with the aroma of perfumes: Thornes perfumes, a sweet blend of sandalwood and stale power. I felt like there was a weight on my skin that I can't wash off. As the secondary lock thudded, though, I didn't get panicked. I didn't have the strength to. He thinks I'm a lamb, I thought, my fingers skimming down the thick plaits of white silk. “He says he has set up the altar; he doesn't realize he has just handed me a knife.” My fingers touched the obsidian fragment that Jax dropped. It was cold and keen as a razor and buzzed with a dim dark power. I shuddered as I touched it. "Jax?" I whispered once more, peering up at the pitch black, soot-blackened grate in the ceiling. There was no answer. The distant regular grumble of the Spire's machinery, and the soft hissing of the Null-gas flowing through the vents. I felt a terrible sens

Alle Kapitel von Claimed by my Rejected Mate: Sold to the Brutal Alpha: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 53

CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO

CHAPTER FIFTY THREE