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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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Xochiti shimmered into view as the last of the students left.

Selma stared at him, crossing her arms over her breasts. “What are you doing here?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Listening to your lecture.”

With a huff, she picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. “You’ll have to wait until next semester. My roster is full and I’m not signing any overload forms.”

As she spoke, a subtle glow of light enveloped her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she demanded.

“You are glowing?”

“Right,” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for your games, Xochiti. I have papers to grade.” She brushed past him.

“We need to talk, Selma.”

“Make an appointment.”

“Dove,” the endearment was spoken with quiet command. She stiffened, slowly turned to face him. “Be ready for me tonight.”

Desire flared in her irises, and she bowed her head. Still the shimmering white light around her intensified.

Curious—was she angry because he’d aroused her or angry because he was here?

“You can have my body and my submission, Xochiti, but you will not have my heart.” With that she spun on her heel and slammed from the room.

He lowered his head. He wanted all of her. 

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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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The children exchanged anxious glances as they looked around the foyer. Xochiti couldn’t blame them—he felt the solid pull as well. Selma was nearby. They walked farther in the house. Loud pounding on the door had Julia emitting a small shriek.

Gage turned toward the door and huffed.

“What is it?”

“Andre.”

“Fine. You two take care of that and I will see if your mother is in her room.”

They nodded and Xochiti continued down the hall, checking each room as he went. Nothing had been disturbed in the dining room or the kitchen.

“Where have you two been?” came the demand from a tenor male voice.

Xochiti listened a moment, to be sure the twins were okay.

“We were out with our mother,” this was from Julia.

“What do you want?” Even to Xochiti’s ears, Gage sounded gruff and condescending.

“Boy, you’ll show me some respect.”

“Like you did our mother?”

Silence.

“What do you want?”

“My wedding is tomorrow. I want the both of you standing at my side.”

Xochiti paused in descending the stairs. A wedding wouldn’t be good news. And someone still had to tell Andre that Julia and Gage were not his. He continued down the stairs and crossed the threshold into Selma’s room.

Relief washed through him, making his limbs weak and rubbery. On the bed was his mate. He approached, and she stirred, lifted her head. She focused on him. A faint smile touched her lips before it fell and a scowl replaced it. He hesitated.

“Selma?”

She came to her knees and extended her hand. A ball of fire launched toward him. He caught it in his palm and closed his fingers around it.

“How could you?” Anguish and betrayal filled her voice.

Xochiti held out his hands palms up and took a cautious step forward. “What did I do?”

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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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“You are not listening!”

“Have you,” A stab of anger shivered through his body. He focused all his attention on Izel . “You seem angry, Izel,” he began pleasantly. “Perhaps you would like to divest some rage.”

A scowl squished her features, and her lips firmed into a tight line.

Xochiti tilted his head to the side and squinted. “Is it grief for your brother?”

She stepped back.

Intrigued, Xochiti followed. “No. This is something very different.”

“Enough!” A translucent wave of pink shimmered in the air.

Chuckling, Xochiti held up a hand and the thin barrier dissolved in a flash of fire. “Leave me, Izel. I have work to do.” A heartbeat later he was once again alone in the chamber. Anger simmered in his gut. He frowned trying to pinpoint where or who it was. He closed his eyes tasting the anger. His frown deepened.

Why would she be angry?

Voluptuous curves and a sensual smile filled his mind. In a thought he stood in the back of a lecture hall. A smooth brown-skinned woman stood in front of a wooden lectern. Her long curly hair was swept into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and she wore a simple navy dress with cap sleeves and a soft skirt that just brushed her knees.

“I suggest you pay attention and make notes. The quiz will cover from the time Cortez and his party landed until the demise of Montezuma. The Aztecs were a very progressive culture. Yes, some of them were very bloodthirsty, hoping by sacrificing humans and the like that it would instill fear into their enemies.” She shifted and her gaze seemed to find him. “Backtracking a bit here. Know the creation myths. Especially the ones regarding Quetzalcoatl. I’m very interested in his voyage into the Underworld to retrieve the sacred bones. and his fight to get out.”

Xochiti held his breath. There was no way she could see him, but her body language seemed to say she was aware of him.

She, Selma, a woman he’d long since… He paused, trying to think of the right word and the only one springing to mind was discarded. He had discarded her as easily as a scrap of metal.

No, that wasn’t right either. Walking away from her had never been easy. She’d always been in the back of his mind and the shadows of his heart. And now the anger simmering in his gut was coming from her.

Why?

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