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32. I Should Have Known
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I Reject You, Mate 33. Sold Out, Again.
Ithaca.Ray got me tickets yesterday after a long, heart to heart—which was mostly me crying and trying to explain what the word Erasthai meant. As well as where I came from. She’d looked at me like I had another head the entire time.She didn’t say I was crazy. She didn’t need to. Her expression spoke volumes on what she chose to believe. That there are no other realms that exist other than this one and I had loose screws in my head.I told her about Alaric too.It was then she had called back home and asked her mother if I could stay with her and her siblings for a couple of weeks. . .or months. Until I was fine again. Until I could keep it together. Until I was healed enough to come back. Until I could hear HIS name without feeling Ezra’s pain that has me in such pain, I can’t breathe or function when she wails for what is lost.I don’t think I’ll ever be fine, but I didn’t tell Ray that. Her mother hadn’t objected and I could’ve sworn the woman even sounded excited about having me
I Reject You, Mate 34. Compromise, or no?
SinclairDead?As if.I don't dance with death. That word doesn't apply to me. Two days, that's how long I've been out, thanks to a bunch of lackeys who thought their ashen bullets could end me. Pinned down, they thought they'd scored. I call it a temporary inconvenience. Those bullets, they only pissed me off. The fool, Alaric, had taunted me with the word 'pup', but deep down, he recognized what I was; acknowledged it.I'm the apex, and I would raze this world if I needed to, to keep my mate. He'd seen it that night and had known to prepare for it, taking me by surprise.It's the only reason they left there alive.I awoke this morning to find the only family I have ever truly known hovering at what was meant to be my death bed, poking at the sore spots on my skin that were slowly healing due to the ash in my blood. They'd poked at it until I'd shot out of bed, snarling.Sam and Naomi had taken out the bullets. All sixteen of them and my body had needed to rest to heal. I
I Reject You, Mate 35. Grey
GinevraThe wedding's tomorrow.I've been locked up in Alaric's home for two days. He has my foot chained to his bed, and my hands cuffed apart.Why?Because the moment I'd awoken to him trying to touch me, I fought like a cornered animal, desperate to rip him apart.I'm only let out of the chains when I need to attend to my needs, and even then, on the first day, I tried more times than I can remember to jump through the window, after knocking out the guards he'd sent to watch me.It had earned me being thrown into his room with windows too little for even my arm to go through, and shorter chains.But that was a day ago, before he'd returned with the news of Sinclair's death. I didn't want to believe him, until he'd dumped Sinclair's bloodied shirt in my bed as a souvenir. At first, I'd been consumed by hysteria and grief. I'd screamed for hours until I'd lost my voice, cursing my existence, making demands that he kill me so I could die as well.I didn't think I cared enough,
I Reject You, Mate 36. Astrid's Plan
I stare at nothing in particular as my father and Alaric make arrangements for tomorrow. My fingers are folded neatly in my lap, a picture of subservience. My gaze drifts between the Lycan King Fenrir, and Alaric. I wonder which of them is the lesser evil.Alaric who ruined my life, or the King who would have forced his son spend the rest of his life with a woman he didn’t love. Said woman is me. Rune, my ex, is the Lycan King’s son, and the only heir to the throne. We might have married, were it not for Rune’s last minute epiphany to dump me at the altar.I wonder what it would have been like to take Sinclair down my horrible memory lane while he held me against his chest. Would he have kissed my cheek and promised to love me like no one else could?I guess I’ll never find out.A tear drops on my finger, startling me, and I wipe at my cheek swiftly to hide it. Someone extends me a tissue and I find Astrid peering down at me with worry in her eyes. “Need to talk?”I glance at Alaric t
I Reject You, Mate 37. Thwarted
GinAstrid comes for me a little after midnight, sneaking into my room with the stealth of a phantom thief. It makes me wonder just how many times she's done this.She tosses me a cloak and gently pushes the window open, her gaze scanning the darkness beyond. "I'll go ahead, scout the area, and signal with a rock if it's safe."I nod and Before she could leap out the window, I grabbed her arm, giving it a slight squeeze. "Thank you."A rare smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and a glint of silver dances in her blue eyes. "Don't go soft on me, Gin. This doesn't mean I like you."My lips twitch. "Likewise."Covering her flaming red hair with a black hood, she leaps out the window, dropping graceful, without a sound. She disappears into the night and I lean against the window, heart thundering in my chest as I anxiously wait for her signal.My eyes scans the darkness outside, searching for any sign of Astrid. Each passing second feels like an eternity as I strain to catch a glimp
I Reject You, Mate 38. Portal
*Sinclair* "Why the hell did you bring her?" My voice rumbles low, irritation etched into every syllable, as I keep a watchful eye on Ray Williams, whose incessant phone calls grate on my nerves. "She's been worried sick about Gin. I couldn't say no." I growl again. The fewer people involved, the smoother this operation will be. I had intended to go solo, but Dane insisted Ethan accompany me. He wants Ethan and I to mend our broken relationship over a trip to hell knows where. Laughable. "Could've and should've, but you didn't," I mutter, my gaze flicking briefly to Ray, who's managing to drive me even closer to the edge of my patience. "Just make sure she keeps quiet, or I'll toss you both out of this damn car." Ethan's expression twists into a sneer and yellow flashes in his eyes. "Just try." My responding smile is malicious. "You know I've been dying to." His jaw tightens and before he can respond, his phone beeps. He checks
I Reject You, Mate 39. Sacrifice
*Sinclair*My father left when I was fifteen. His presence before than was fleeting. He'd disappear for weeks, sometimes months, without a word about his whereabouts.And when he came around, it only lasted for a few hours. That was how long they allowed visitors in the boarding school.His name? I never bothered to ask, never had enough curiousity to ponder on it either. Too happy that he even graced me with his presence, I would forget to ask the important questions.I'd only noticed he was truly gone when he'd stopped visiting. I'd found out some time later that he'd left me behind a fortune and a letter.I'd been more interested in the letter, having been a fool of a boy who yearned to be acknowledged by the only man he ever truly admired.But my father's letter only had one sentence scrawled on it. *Live, Norman.*"We're going around in circles," Naomi remarks, pulling me out of memory lane. She casts a pointed look at a mark she'd etched onto a tree an hour ago.Ray plops down o
I Reject You, Mate 40. Wedding
GinevraI look pretty.But I can't stop sobbing.I think of Astrid and I wonder how she's faring. How long she'll be unconscious for. Possibly through the entire wedding.It doesn't matter though. When I refused to get dressed this morning, Alaric came into my room with a threat. Ithaca, was it? Do not forget that all that's needed to have your human friend and her family killed is a message from me.Those words were more than enough to compel me into the bath tub and into this dress that hangs loosely on me. I've lost a considerable amount of weight in the past couple of days; it's a wonder the dress even stays up at all.My father's fingers dig into my arm as we we approach the grand entrance of the hall. "Smile, Ginevra. This isn't a funeral."I turned to him, my voice trembling. "It might as well be, Father." I pause, unable to stop the tears that well up. "Why do you hate me so?"He stiffens, eyes turning cold. "Stop talking nonsense. I don't hate you.""Is it because I look
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