The Minotaur Rebel’s Mate (Minotaurs of Protheka #3) Read Online Celeste King, Ava Hunter

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Minotaurs of Protheka Series by Celeste King

Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)

I thought I was promising him my time.
I didn’t realize I was promising him my life.
It’s hard being a human woman on her own on Protheka.
I managed it by being a thief and stealing crumbs to survive.
Until one day I stole from the wrong minotaur.
He hunted me down. Chased me until I relented.
Then he made me his in every way imaginable.
I never thought I’d steal a minotaur’s heart.
But as my heart starts to open, the world around us seeks to take the treasure we have.
Thankfully, my minotaur never backs down from a challenge.
Not from his people. His gods. Or me.
And for the first time, the person I love doesn’t let me go.
He fights for me.
Because to him, I’m more than just a thief.
More than just a partner in crime.
But a person to love.




I'm sure from across the water it looks like the stars have multiplied, but here in Karona, we all know it's the dozens of floating lanterns we've sent up into the skies. I tip my head back, watching the way that bob above the crowds.

When I first saw them, I was shocked. The minotaur are notorious for being immune to magic, and they most certainly do not use enchanted items sold by the dark elves. It wasn't until I was older that I learned it is actually science—some combination of hot air and gas—that keeps them at the right altitude.

I'm not much of a science person, but they do provide a good distraction among the crowds as people and minotaur touch and bounce them. They keep their heads tipped back to stare up at the skies, which means they don't even notice when their coin purses go missing from around their waists.

The fact that everyone in Karona flocks to the streets during the Bright Lady festival makes my job so much easier. Bodies are packed so closely together that even if someone manages to feel my fingers brush their skin or fur—which they never would; I'm not sloppy—it is dismissed as a bump in a crowded street.

All the minotaur are so focused on festivities, all the food and music and parties, that it almost seems unfair how easily I rob them blind. But even in the celebration of Zukiev, the Lady of Light who brought life to this race, I don't feel guilty by how I come by my food.

We all have to survive. I just have a different method than most.

Maybe their deity should have stripped me of my excellent pick-pocketing skills.

Music swells around me as I slip through the crowds, and I hear the steady beat of drums as the moon starts to rise. The ceremony starts at sunset with the lighting of the lanterns, but the festivities—the raging parties and orgies of the city—don't really begin until my favorite part of the festival.

The Parade of Masks.

It's as if this holiday was made for thiefs! Even the worst pickpockets could go unnoticed in a sea of masked creatures, slipping between packed bodies that thrum with the beat of music.

As if I need anymore help, I don my mask, and now I'm indistinguishable from everyone else. There will be no description of me if I am caught stealing. The night alone can sustain me for months.

I slip my hand into the leather pouch of an already drunken warrior, pulling out his last few coins before slinking back into the shadows. Despite my ability to go unnoticed, I do take extra precautions from those that could put me out of business for a while.

Making a quick dash down the alley, I come out of the other side, and I stumble out onto the streets, making a big show of my lack of balance so when I bump into others, they don't suspect anything.

Most even help me get steady on my feet, and I almost laugh as someone asks if I need help. Little does she know her bracelet is now stashed in the pocket lining my cloak.

After another dash through this street, I duck into a doorway, slinking back so no one can see me. I don't lower my mask as I pull the contents of my pocket and coin purse out, my stomach sinking at the meager contents.

"Shit," I mutter, looking at what I've gathered.

I'm not sure if the people of Karona are just getting better at protecting their coins or if we have all grown weaker as a group, but this will not do. I need a big score tonight while I have the chance, and I've made more than this on market day before.

Deciding not to waste my night digging out small coins, I ease back out onto the street. No one pays me any mind, and with the mask in place, they can't see the way I am scrutinizing each person and minotaur that passes me.