Hell hath no fury like a rejected mate Years ago, my mate rejected me and stole my pack. Instead of licking my wounds, I set that mangy wolf on fire. The Supernatural Council executed me, and my soul went to the deepest punishment pits of Hell. That's until the Demon King offers me an opportunity for freedom. My mate escaped Hell, and only one person knows him well enough to track him down: me. If I can find him and bring him back, they'll move me out of the pit to a place where I can spend my afterlife in peace. Of course, I said yes, and with a fake body and an infusion of magic, I set off into the Living World. Tracking him is easy-our souls are connected, and we attract each other like magnets, but when our eyes lock, I hesitate to betray him. Griff is tall, dark, masterful, and each moment I spend with him reminds me of our bond. The air between us sizzles, and the tension burns hotter than Hellfire. Our souls resonate, and I can't help but fall in love. But he doesn't know I'm the mate who sent him to Hell...
Chapter 1 There
There was a saying in Logris that Hell was the pinnacle of pain.
Whoever penned that phrase was full of bullshit. Sure, Hell was bad. It was loud and hot and filled with endless torment, and I wasn't talking about the demons who supervised the Punishment Pits. The most torturous part of being in Hell was watching painful memories on an endless cycle of repeat.
I sat in my three-foot-wide cell within Tower Thirteen- Thirteen, one of the many mega-stalagmites that made up Pit 666. The rough stone wall raked across my back, even though I was no longer in possession of a body. There was just about enough standing room in my cell to straighten my spine and stretch my legs, but that would mean bending my neck at an uncomfortable angle.
When the imps weren't taking us out for torture, this shit hole was a constant barrage of petty discomfort. Floors that grated against the skin like steel wool, a ceiling of sharp stalactites that crumbled dust in the eyes. The sticky kind that took an eternity to leave. The gritty specks that stuck to
the fingers, so rubbing the eyes made the situation a thousand times worse.
But none of that compared to the worst part of Hell.
I stared out through the entrance-hole. Out into the ghetto of tall structures that stretched up into an endless void of black. Whoever had designed this place made it so one could just about see the other condemned souls staring out, trying to distract themselves from the torment.
It wouldn't be Hell if they allowed us the comfort of seeing them. They taunted us with the knowledge that they were there, but we were condemned to endure our eternal punishments alone... always alone.
One of the rock spikes on the wall dug into my spine. That was another annoying thing about this cell. It never remained the same shape. That's because it had an intelligence of its own and pushed me toward the confined space's only smooth surface:
The memory wall.
The memory wall played out the exact reason a person was condemned to the Punishment Pits. From the bittersweet beginning to the excruciating end. Another sharp stone lodged in my right ass cheek, making me shift to the left. Then rock dust streamed down in a convenient draft that forced me to turn my head in the same direction.
I clenched my teeth. The only way to get some physical comfort was by facing my mistakes. Maybe they wanted me to admit that I was wrong, to repent, to cry, to wail for forgiveness, but I'd be buggered if I excused the actions of that mangy wolf.
The floor shifted, and a tiny stalagmite rose from beneath me and pushed against my asshole.
"Shit." I shifted in my cell, faced the wall, and watched my most painful sequence of memories.
Franklin Gri ths, the most beautiful wolf-shifter who ever lived.
He was more handsome than Burt Reynolds, cooler than the Fonz, and danced better than John Travolta. He was my mate. Yet he had deceived me and broken my heart.
The screen played the day we'd met.
Griff's long, black hair swept backward as though caressed by the wind. Streams of sunlight hit its ends, turning them a vibrant mahogany. On other men, the style might look like the less glamorous one in Charlie's Angels, but on Griff, the style was a perfect frame for his masculine beauty. Perhaps it was the sideburns that ended at his high cheekbones that made him look so manly. They drew the gaze to a pair of kissable, plump lips. The bastard even had a sexy chin dimple.
My breath quickened, and my gaze flicked up to his eyes. They were liquid gold encased in amber. At the time, I wondered if his wolf would look the same.
I had no idea how many years had passed since my arrest, but I'd spent several months in jail before my execution in 1978. Yet watching this memory on the wall made every butterfly in my stomach take flight with a rush of infatuation.
It was impossible to describe the man's animal magnetism in words or even scents. He was the sort of wolf a bitch would be wise to avoid... if she had any sense. The sort
to admire from afar, only to dwell upon when under the covers with a dildo.
I placed a hand on my heart and whimpered.
On the wall, Griff walked to the beat of "Stayin' Alive," catching the attention of everyone. Women wanted him, kids thought he was the disco equivalent of Superman, and men wanted to wring his neck because no female with a pulse could resist his allure.
At the time, I was nineteen-two years from becoming eligible to take over the pack. Dad had been our alpha, but he had died, leaving Mum and my little sister devastated and me as his heir. There hadn't been any time for grief. Our beta, Gerrison, had spent every day training me on how to become the strong alpha to lead our pack into the 1980s.
In the memory, Griff swaggered up to me and grinned, revealing a mouthful of perfect white teeth.
Most wolves wore jeans and leather jackets, but not Griff. He was always impeccably dressed. On that day, he wore a black, three-piece suit with a sky-blue polyester shirt that was unbuttoned to the waistcoat, giving more than a tantalizing glimpse of the luxuriant hair of his prominent pecs. He wore a gold chain with a runic medallion that indicated he worshipped Fenrir, the Norse god of wolves.
At that moment, the world tilted on its axis, and so did the cell. Even though I knew it was a memory replayed to maximize my misery. Even though I knew exactly how things would end, it still didn't stop me from parting my lips to release a moan.
"Cathwulf Aibek?" said a small voice.
My heart somersaulted to the back of my throat, and every molecule of my transparent body tightened with terror. There was only one reason a demon visited our cells, and that was to take us out for exercise. And by exercise, I meant torture.
I squeezed my eyes shut, scratching their surfaces with lids encrusted with grit. "But I already had my punishment." I tried not to let my voice shake, but the effort was futile. "Check your clipboard."
The punishments were another shitty part about Hell. If they were consistent, like a whipping every Friday, a girl might get used to it. Tune out the pain or do something else to become immune. But it was never the same with those red-skinned fuckers.
Sometimes, they would pull out the fingernails. Other times, it was a cat-o-nine-tails. No, not the whip. An actual, honest-to-Hades feline with a grin that stretched beyond its demonic face and ten bony appendages with spikes that shredded the spirit. When I commented on the false advertising, the demons only said the tenth tail was a bonus.
"Cathwulf Aibek." The voice sliced against my back, making me flinch.
"Yes?" I whispered. "Someone wants you."
I turned around, finally meeting crimson eyes that burned with the flames of wrath.
Chapter 1 There
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Chapter 2 He was
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Chapter 3 The palace
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Chapter 4 The punishment
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Chapter 5 The skin
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Chapter 6 Hades stepped
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Chapter 7 Next time
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Chapter 8 Cut
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Chapter 9 I leaned
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Chapter 10 Hades
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Chapter 11 These are the
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Chapter 12 Beki
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Chapter 13 Healer laso
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Chapter 14 Surrounding
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Chapter 15 The driver took
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Chapter 16 Beki
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Chapter 17 I couldn't
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Chapter 18 My gaze
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Chapter 19 The moment Griff
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Chapter 20 Regular
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Chapter 21 As Griff
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Chapter 22 It took
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Chapter 23 A sharp
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Chapter 24 Why worry about a few
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Chapter 25 We were getting
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Chapter 26 Griff wheeled
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Chapter 27 Got anything to say
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Chapter 28 Take care of Katie
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Chapter 29 I scrambled to my feet
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Chapter 30 What are you saying
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Chapter 31 And when Larissa
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Chapter 32 I didn't bother
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Chapter 33 He shook
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Chapter 34 Silence spread
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Chapter 35 I gave him a non-committal
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Chapter 36 My lips trembl
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Chapter 37 Afterwards
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Chapter 38 There are a few
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Chapter 39 Outside the range Rover
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Chapter 40 I would already
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