Wrath: The fury of Wrath could destroy them all. (Sin-Eaters) by @LynnChantale


The Fury of Wrath may undo them all.
Xochiti has a mate he wasn’t ready to claim. Now that Wrath has found her, he must make a decision. Claim her or watch the rage consume her.
Scorned, the last thing Selma wants is a commitment. However, denying Xochiti has always been a problem and now that he knows her secret, the Fury of Wrath may be the undoing of them all.


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Selma’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. She pushed to sitting, and for a moment Xochiti tightened his arms before he released her. He studied her, from the slight way she pursed her full lush lips to the way her eyelids fluttered. He skimmed her spine with his fingers, mildly surprised when she scooted closer.

“How was I supposed to get in touch with you?” She lifted her shoulders to her ears, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. “By then it was too late, anyway.” She turned away, resting her chin on her knees. “I didn’t find out I was pregnant until a week after the wedding.”

“Not knowing how to get in touch with me was just an excuse. Did you not think I had a right to know you were having my child or children in this matter?”

She whipped around to face him, shoving to her knees. “What was I supposed to do? Tell my husband I was pregnant by a god? Seriously? You made it clear you wanted things to just be casual. That you weren’t interested in me running away with you. How do you think that made me feel?” She shook her head. “You had your life. I had mine.”

He cringed at her words. He remembered that day seventeen years ago so clearly. Having a mate hadn’t been a priority for him. Then it had been all about keeping Moctezuma from taking over the world. Now that the former Emperor God was on the run and seven deadly sins unleashed on the world, it was time to truly stop running from his destiny.

Selma scooted to the edge of the bed, bent forward and shrugged on a short silk robe as she stood. Several welts marred her skin before they slid from view. She faced him then. Weariness and hurt shone in her eyes. “Now you’re back. So what do you really want, Xochiti?”

He moved so fast, she stumbled backward, the wall bringing her up short. He dropped a hand on either side of her head, caging her between his body and the wall. She lifted her chin in defiance, as if to dare him to do something.

“Make no mistake I’m here to collect what is mine.”

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