All Chapters of The Counterfeit Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 118

Florence POV: The Edge of the BladeMy arm stretch, my muscles scream. My fingers scrape the rough bark until they finally hook around a sturdy branch. Sweat is pouring into my eyes, the salt stinging. One slip and I'll be back on my bum again. The pain is what's keeps me holding on to the branch. I start pulling myself up as if my very life depends on it—and in truth, it really does.Down below, Ezekiel Yost calls out, "You can do it, Luna! Come on, keep going!""Shut up!" I hiss through gritted teeth.After some time, the man's voice had gone from a friendly one to the stupid hype man. He started using all manner of hype words. It was getting on my nerves. Ezekiel chuckles. He continues throwing his words of encouragement from the base of the trunk. I kick my legs, shift my weight until I am hanging completely from the branch, dangling by one hand. Panting, I look around. In the dark blue gloom of the night, I can see Ezekiel, the other imperator who's been standing guard. I prop

Jason POV: The Spark of UprisingRage is alive inside me, causing me to shake. But I'm unable to use it. The only reason I haven't already vaulted over the balcony to tear this arena apart, Imperators be damned, is because of the clawed hand clamped tight around my mother's throat behind me.Nobody else in the stands notices. My father, stands stoically beside her, is the only one who sees. He turned pleading eyes to me earlier and shook his head almost imperceptibly. His lips mouthed: Please . . . don't.So I stand here, seething, gripping the railing tightly. I try over and over to force my way into Florence's mind through our link. I fail every time. Lazaro must have an invisible mind-link blocker over the courtyard.In my head, I scream: Run, Florence! Run and let me tear these bastards apart!But Florence shows no sign she hears me. She stands alone down in the dust.I glance sideways at the Imperator holding my mother. He lets out a low grunt, his lip curl into a sneer that sa

Jason POV: A Hero's HomecomingMy pack sits silent like a ghost town. And the natural pulse of the territory feels cut off, swallowed by throes of bad news. As we approach the the Alpha house, I drop into a low crouch behind the line of thick ironwood trees. John Patton lands beside me, panting from running our wolves all the way. "I suspect there might be an ambush waiting for us," I whisper, my eyes fixed on the main gates."I believe so too," Patton mutters, his face shiny with sweat. "Do you think Florence and the others made it back here?""I hope they didn't. It would be folly to return here right now. I'm only checking because if they did come back, they'll need protection."We watch silently from behind the bushes and iron fencing. Moments later, a broad figure moves near the edge of the gate. It is an Imperator from the size of the man. He's at least eight feet tall. And a shoulder that spans the size of a closet. He walks into the tree line to relieve himself. He whistle

Florence POV: A New HorizonI squint through the morning sun, studying the two imposing men standing beside the luxury sedans parked out front. Their faces are distinctly familiar, but in the blur of recent chaos, their names slip right through my fingers.Jason nods at them. "Alpha Damaris Harris. Alpha Tremain Rohan."Both Alphas offer solemn nods as Jason closes the distance to shake their hands. The front door of the house opens. Alpha Trevor, my father, and the rest of the group come out on the porch, their faces tense and ready for a fight.Alpha Trevor's eyes narrow on the envoys. "Is this an arrest? Has the High Council reached their final verdict?"Alpha Rohan looks at him. He makes a mild, calming gesture with his hands. "Indeed they have, alpha Trevor."Jason steps in front of me. He asks, "What do they want?"Alpha Damaris shrugs, his posture surprisingly relaxed. "Nothing at all, Alpha Jason. The uprising in the has been quelled. The fighting is over. A new chapter begi