Her Salvation: A Rejected Mates Romance (Fall Mountain Shifters Book 4) Read online

  Her Salvation

  Fall Mountain Shifters Series: Book Four

  G. Bailey

  Contents

  Other Books by G. Bailey

  Map

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note:

  Her Guardians Series

  Her Fate Series

  Protected By Dragons Series

  Lost Time Academy Series

  The Demon Academy Series

  Dark Angel Academy Series

  Shadowborn Academy Series

  Dark Fae Paranormal Prison Series

  Saved By Pirates Series

  The Marked Series

  Holly Oak Academy Series

  The Alpha Brothers Series

  A Demon’s Fall Series

  The Familiar Empire Series

  From The Stars Series

  The Forest Pack Series

  The Secret Gods Prison Series

  The Rejected Mate Series

  Fall Mountain Shifters Series

  Royal Reapers Academy Series

  The Everlasting Curse Series

  Her Salvation 2021 (c) All Rights Reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental and formed by this author’s imagination. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  If you’re looking for an alpha male…

  I have four for you. (But they are fictional )

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  I am a spy for my alphas, and I will bring the king down from within...

  After winning The Rite of Wolves, a brutal three-part test for alpha female of the Fall Mountain Pack, I was betrayed by everyone around me. I didn’t see it coming, and neither did my alphas.

  Ragnar Fall was a trick played perfectly by the angel king, and he almost destroyed the Fall Mountain Pack...until he was fooled by me. Now I’m in his world, at his side, and I’m going to get the alliances my pack needs to build an army against him.

  I was once a rejected wolf, but now I’m fighting to be their queen.

  My four mates.

  My dark alphas.

  My Hades.

  King Cenwyn will never see me coming. I am the alpha female of the Fall Mountain Pack, and I am going to start a war that will change our world.

  This is a full-length reverse harem romance novel full of sexy alpha males, steamy scenes, a strong heroine and a lot of sarcasm. This is book four in this series.

  The frosty, blistering, and sharp cold wind slams against me as we fly through the sky, and King Cenwyn never stops as he takes his prize away.

  Me.

  I have no choice but to bury my head into his chest to defend my cheeks from the biting icy wind, even when I feel disgusted being this close to a monster. I try to pull my mind out of where I am and think about everything I need to do. I have to pretend that I wanted to come with Cenwyn, the king of the angels, and that we actually have a blood promise between us.

  Little does he know he doesn’t have a thing. I tricked him, played him, and I will be the winner of this game he started.

  I need to craft a perfect lie about who he wants me to be so he will do what I ask without thinking about it too much. He is in love with me, that I’m certain of, and I hope it makes him blind to what I’m going to be doing behind his back. It’s not something I ever wanted to do to anyone, but I’m going to play dirty, play any way I have to so I can win. I have to play the spy, and I need to save my pack. They’re the only people in this world I’d fight like this for. Despite the little bubble I’ve made in my mind to escape reality, the past still sneaks in. Everything that has happened flashes before my eyes like a bad nightmare, but it’s true.

  The last time I saw the males I love, my alphas, they were tied up with glowing blue chains.

  Powerless, tricked, destroyed.

  I hate Cenwyn so much. This angel took my Ragnar, snuck into our pack, and kissed me like he was someone I loved. He isn’t anything to me, and he is a dead male walking.

  My pack. They’re my family, and I wish I was with them. I had to leave them to save them, and I hate that I had to do it without talking to my alphas.

  We do everything together. We fight together...but now I’m on my own, and it was my only choice.

  I can’t be there for them to mourn Alpha Soren and Alpha Reine, who are probably dead. I hate that I can’t be there with them while I do this. The only good thing is that the city is protected while they sort out a shield. Even if it did come at a sharp cost. I promised away my firstborn child. I promised away my future, and I don’t know what the alphas are going to say when I tell them what I had to promise to save them and the pack. Because if I didn’t, there would be nothing left, nothing left to save and nothing left to even give away. The angel army would have destroyed my pack and killed my alphas.

  The only reason Cenwyn left, leaving only a few angels, was because he thought he had won. He had no idea of my plan and that the second he left, his angels would be locked in our city and killed outright.

  That no angel could get in without being invited.

  Our pack is the last hope this world has, and I couldn’t let that hope disappear into ashy smoke for the sake of someone that’s not even born yet. I’m not even sure if I’ll have children; we have Trey and hopefully will have Jesper soon. I straighten my back and remember who I am. I’m the alpha female of the Fall Mountain Pack. I have millions of people who need me to make smart decisions, who need me to be strong and fight for them, who need me to do absolutely everything in my power to keep them safe in a world ruled by our enemies. There was no other option, and it had to be like this. I close my eyes and remind myself that Breelyn and the trickster would have gotten to my alphas by now and killed the remaining angels within the city border. My hands itch to touch the necklace that’s around my neck, knowing one of my alphas would have the other half by now. We might be apart, but we are connected.

  No matter where we run, we will find each other again.

  I repeat our words in my mind until I can’t hear the wind around us, until I can’t hear my own fear-filled thoughts or the panic riding through my body.

  I wish I could have told my alphas everything that happened in the forest and what deals I made with the trickster. I don’t know how I’m going to tell them now and look into their eyes ever again. I didn’t just sell my future, but theirs.

  I hope they get my message and do something for me. They need to go to my old pack and destroy it before the angels do. They can save the innocent and kill him.

  The alpha who rejected me.

  He deserves far more than death, and I wish I could be there to see him die.

  I can’t leave the wolves in that pack alone to fight the angels, because they’re my people, too. I’m not going to forget where I came from or who I was in all those years. Every single bit of it is a part of me, a piece of my heart and my soul, even if it’s jaded and broken.

  It’s still a piece of me, and it cannot be destroyed, but I can be stronger because of what happened to me. I am stronger than I have ever been, and I will never be a victim again, because my alphas’ love taught me how to be strong, how to be fierce, and I won’t let them down.

  My stomach drops, and I feel like a thousand butterflies burst to life in my stomach. I’m glad I haven’t eaten in a while, as I realise we’re descending through the sky, out of the thick clouds and sheer cold wind. He suddenly dives, and the wind whistles louder in my ears. My previous flying with Callahan is the only reason I don’t throw up all over Cenwyn and myself.

  My feet slam down onto a hard ground, and I shiver from head to toe. The wind howls around the building we are in, but Cenwyn doesn’t let me go to look at anything but his chest and the thick black leather armour he wears. He holds me close, his hand on the back of my head, and I’m forced to breathe in his dry cedar and musky citrus lemon scent. I smelt it before, in the castle once, and I should have known he wasn’t Ragnar all along.

  His scent is familiar from my childhood, too. My wolf huffs in my mind, and she makes my skin itch with the urge to rip him to pieces.

  “I’ve wanted to hold you for so many years, Mai darling.”

  His voice is like a delicate whisper, a dark purr, but it does nothing for me other than make me want to get the hell away from him as soon as possible. I’m sure he actually means it, with how obsessed he has been with me all this time, but all I feel is repulsion, sickness, and disgust. He loves me to the point of obsession, and
that is when it is no longer love. It’s ownership, and it’s wrong. I want this male away from me more than I want to breathe, but I can’t. I want him dead. By the Wolven gods, I’m going to try and kill him.

  He looks down at me, letting me move back a little so he can see my eyes, but not far enough for me to escape his grip. I give him a tight smile, the fakest smile I’ve done, and he smiles back, but his smile is real.

  When he finally lets me go, taking a deep breath to breathe me in first, I finally feel like I can stop lightly shaking in fear. I take a few steps back from him, needing fresh air without his scent, and his eyes lock onto mine. I remember, when we were kids, I told him his eyes look like the wheat fields outside the pack, and he didn’t like that. Because he knew I compared my alphas’ eyes to phenomenal things like the night sky, bright sunsets, and stars. I feel like his sharp eyes hold me for a long time. It’s like he’s trying to figure me out, figure out what’s going on inside my head. All I want to do is destroy him. I have to pull my gaze from his to be able to let me look around my surroundings.

  Something moves in the wind, a pebble I think, and he looks right at it. While he is distracted, I reach inside the corset of my dress and carefully slide out one of the pins into my hand, making sure he doesn’t notice my movements.

  I grip it tightly.

  “Welcome home,” he says with a manic smile, spreading his arms out. I grip the pin tighter. The urge to slam it into his neck is so strong, but I know I can’t do that. Not right now. Not unless he tries to hurt me or kiss me. Killing him won’t solve anything. Someone else, like Commander Oisean, would just take over, and he’ll just be another monster on the same throne with the same army in control of the world.

  This isn’t how we win.

  It takes everything in me to tighten my hand around the pin to the point where it’s out of view and not to lunge at him. Instead, I give myself a moment to take in my surroundings and breathe deeply to calm myself. I need to be relaxed. I need to be strong. I need to be the alpha female, because alpha females don’t give in and they don’t break, and they certainly don’t put themselves in danger by not observing where they are. I look around the room, which is a church of sorts, except the roof is gone in places and broken, but it’s been cleaned up down here. The mosaic floor is absolutely stunning with swirls and circle patterns in reds, oranges, and blues. This place is old, and it is definitely made by humans. The beauty of the floor stretches all the way down the rectangular room where one wall has a crescent-shaped stained glass window.

  It portrays some sort of angel with a white cloak, bowed head and a halo of white light. Its white wings stretch up into the painted sky, so pure and unlike the angel at my side. The humans used to worship angels. It’s hard to remember now, as I look around this place, that this church was probably made to worship them. Little did they know that the angels were going to rise up out of the shadows and completely destroy their world, enslave what is left and live in the echoes of the world they created. I wonder, if they knew all this, would they have built statues and painted the stained glass windows in their honour?

  I highly doubt it.

  I look behind me at large dark oak doors that are shiny and almost look new, but there is no other exit in here.

  I look back at the angel nearby, who is watching me like a cat watches its owner. However, in this case, I’m the cat, but perhaps I own his heart. Cenwyn is calm and, I have to admit, handsome in the sense every supernatural is. His thick brown hair curls around his forehead and ears, the ends blond, and his eyes match the tips. His skin is pale, almost glowing, and there is a faint scar on the side of his cheek. His muscular body fills out the leather uniform made for protection, and his black cloak hangs from clips on his shoulders, his wings slid through them. His wings...they are monstrous.

  What once might have been black wings have been shaped at the ends and cut into sharp dagger-like ends. It must have been painful to cut them like that. Everything else about him is polished, and only his windswept hair seems out of place for him. Like the wind personally betrayed him.

  “Why are we here?” I ask. “Don’t you want to show off your prize to your commander and everyone else in your court?”

  He smiles like a damn snake. “I wanted a moment alone with you.”

  I arch an eyebrow. “In an old church?”

  “One of my favourite places in the world,” he replies, and I believe he is telling me the truth. “My angels are outside, and we are protected. Can’t go far without them.”

  “Why would you need guards at all when you’re oh so powerful, King Cenwyn?”

  He watches me a little more sharply now. Did I hit a nerve? Oopsie. “We can’t go far without guards. Commander Oisean’s rules.”

  The king follows rules given by a commander. Interesting. I put that bit of information away for a later date, but I register deeply that Oisean is more of a threat than I thought he was. I knew he was important, because he somehow bound all of the lives to gods when our mothers were pregnant, but I wrongly assumed that Cenwyn is in charge now.

  I know I need to swerve this conversation for a time. “Why would you want a moment alone with me?”

  I try to make my voice as warm as possible, but I’m sure I utterly fail. When his eyes seem to darken, a shiver of fear snakes down my spine. “I know you love them, and I’ve just stolen you from them, so let us not play tricks. I will win your heart and have you in my bed willingly by the end of this month. I am easy to love once you get close.”

  I highly fucking doubt it.

  “Fine, no tricks,” I reply, lying my ass off. I hold my head high. “But they were weak, and I want a mate with power. I’ve never been safe, not ever, and I think you could keep me safe. Couldn’t you?”

  Every single word is a lie, but I know if I don’t play this part, I will never be able to save the pack. If the lies taint my soul, then they are worth it.

  I don’t know if he believes me, but I think maybe he might. “I will keep you safe, and you will never need to leave my bed or my side unless you’re having our heir. I’ve wanted you so long, and I knew you weren’t all good. How could you be? With the goddess you are?”

  “You know me so well, it seems,” I reply. I feel like a steel wall has been put up around my heart and my wolf, every word the very opposite of how I feel.

  He steps close, closing the space between us. “I do know you well, and I don’t believe you really know yourself yet. You don’t let her out, do you?”

  Cenwyn starts walking around me, judging me as he continues, “These gods that are trapped inside us mark our souls with theirs, and we become them. We are them. They are us. But some of us choose to actually let ourselves embrace that darker side. You haven’t, yet.”

  I hate that he’s right. I don’t let myself fully embrace the magic I have and the connection to Persephone. We may share a soul and a body, but I am not her. She is not me.

  “Which god are you, exactly?”

  He smiles as he stops in front of me. “You’ve always wanted to know that answer, haven’t you?”

  “Yes,” I reply truthfully. Knowing which god he is will make me more powerful against him. I need to find it out.