All Chapters of The Mate They Threw Away: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Sage.Elvira’s fear made me realize that Asher was a threat. I could see it in his eyes that he blamed me for what happened between him and his other Alphas. He looked at me with cold resentful eyes but at the same time, I saw regret in his gaze. A warm breeze grazed my left arm and I knew that Elvira was casting a spell. I was a bit surprised by how fast I could detect magic now.Asher greatly terrorized her and I knew what was happening. He was using his Silver Tongue on her. Elvira was powerless against it. Why the fuck was he attacking my sister? I had just revived her. I had just restored her voice, I had just awakened her from the hands of death. I was not going to let an arrogant who had failed to see his betrayal

The throne room of Tartarus had never smelled of burning flesh before tonight.Saturn stood in the middle of it all and let the stench settle over him like a second skin, rot and char, the sweet-sour reek of infection baked into ruin. Around him, a thousand fires climbed the walls, fed by the bodies of the werewolves his enemies had sent not to fight, but to infect. To contaminate. To consume everything from the inside out, the way a parasite devours its host while wearing the face of something harmless.He should have been furious.He wasn’t.He was, and he recognized this with something close to wonder, impressed.“We are out of magic, my lord.”Kiron’s voice came from behind him, low and precise, the way it always was when the Centaur carried news that could unravel lesser men. Saturn did not turn. He watched the fires instead, tracked the way the flames ate through matted fur and sinewy muscle without mercy, without pause. His fires never needed permission to destroy.“I know,” he

The air in the room shifted the moment Dominic spoke.I felt it before I processed the words, a pressure change, subtle as the second before a storm breaks, the kind that made the fine hairs on your arms stand at attention without your permission. My heart lurched once, sharp and involuntary, then settled back into its practiced steadiness. I had learned long ago that the most important things you felt were the ones you kept off your face.“Where are they?” Dominic asked.His voice was quiet. That was the most dangerous version of Dominic, not the one that raised his voice, not the one whose aura crackled at the edges and made lesser wolves step backward out of rooms. The quiet version. The one that had already decided something and was simply waiting for the world to catch up.“Safe,” I said.Just the one word. I held his gaze while I said it, held it the way you hold a position in a fight, not out of aggression, but because looking away first was a concession I couldn’t afford.“Tha

Sage.The witches refused.“You want us in the same place as those fur balls?” Circe asked with disgust. She was the witch that helped me discover the magic in my blood.“It will be on neutral ground,” I said.“That makes no difference,” Circe spat dismissively as she scanned through the herbs on an old table in front of her. “Besides, why would we want to meet with them?” “To help with the war,” Elvira said with a seething anger.Circe looked at Elvira like she was seeing her for the first time. “You look like you have seen death.” She said like a doctor. “That is what you get for involving yourself with werewolves.” “What can I do to assure you that I mean no harm?” I asked.Circe shrugged. “Nothing,” she replied and went back to inspecting her herbs.I had been dreading on how to see the witches again because I hated the long journey it took but Elvira knew a shortcut.The welcome we both received was cold and I could tell that Elvira really left a bad impression when she had bee

​​​​Sage.“I, Matron Hekate hereby decree that Sisters of the Black Veil agree to a meeting with the werewolves.” Grand Mistress announced boldly with a glare in her eyes that dared anyone to challenge her decree.A loud coalition of murmurs took over the court. I felt excitement, I felt fear, I felt anger and resentment but, in the end, no one dared to challenge the decree of the Grand Mistress. I heaved a sigh of relief but I knew my mission was far from over. The meeting could end very badly and I saw a quick vision of werewolves and witches, fighting. The images in my head were graphic and it made me shiver.I watched as the witches left the court in groups, talking excitedamong themselves.“Your presence here has changed things,” Circe said with a smile. “Is that bad?” I asked.“I finally get to do something, believe me, five thousand years of meditating and making potions can get very boring.” She replied.“Circe!” One of the three ash robed women stalked forward. I could tell