Page 47 of Mercy & Her Devils

I’ve nuzzled on the bed with Lark, as we scented each other like then, we’ll never be able to be washed from each other’s skin. We’ve whispered confessions from our past lives, learning more about each other than anyone else ever has.

As I share every intimate part of my heart, so that part of me will remain with Lark, even when we’re torn apart, Lark’s warm hands massage my limbs to coax them back to strength.

He’s helped me to build up to looping my arm over his shoulder, in order to take my first stumbling steps across the cell.

When my legs have buckled, he’s caught me.

But he hasn’t let up on me like I’m weak. He’s urged me on, rewarding me with kisses for every step.

Hour by hour, day by day, I’m able to push myself further.

Lark’s lips are the perfect encouragement.

He was right. In the end, it doesn’t matter if you’re in a mansion or a cell.

It doesn’t matter where you are but who you’re with.

Now that I’m with Lark, I feel like I’m flying.

This is freedom.

I hope that Fletcher, as he watches us on the cameras, is taking this as the fuck you that we mean it to be.

Living well and with love in the face of those who’d tear you down is the best revenge.

Although, I’ve been flushed with heat the last few days. My forehead has been beaded with sweat.

Is it the Broken Bond Syndrome or could it be my preheats?

Fuck, I hope that it’s not my heats coming on.

I hoped that the starvation and stress would delay or stop my heats. Breaking a bond usually impacts them badly.

We have no toys to help me through a heat.

Plus, I don’t want any government approved Alpha to be called to help me through it.

Lark would probably turn fully feral.

Suffering through a heat without an Alpha is agony.

But for a Brok would it be deadly?

As much as I don’t want this auction to happen, I know that both Lark and I need new Alphas.

Biologically, we need them for our heats.

Even if Lark dreams of a pack without Alphas, I can’t lose my faith that there are good Alphas because I’ve known them. I know that my brother will be an incredible Alpha one day to his pack.

His Omega will be lucky.

I’ve dreamed since I was a kid of being part of a pack like that. It’s how we’re meant to live: Alpha, Beta, and Omega in harmony.

Everything that I’ve read or watched shows how happy all three dynamics can be together.

They fit.

Like I did with my lavender eyed first love turned FBI’s most wanted.

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