Page 35 of Heir

She deserved answers to all of her questions.

She deserved whatever the fuck she wanted.

I couldn’t imagine what was going through her head right now, and the need to protect her ran rampant through my body, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

She wasn’t a bear.

She was a demon.

A queen.

And even though she was my mate, she was also the mate of two other men.

A psycho fire mage who was unpredictable, chaotic, and severely unhinged. And a vampire.

That was all I needed right there.

A fucking vampire. I hated vampires. They were calculating, cold, bloodthirsty, and in my opinion, entirely unneeded in the Realm.

I had my work cut out for me with Omaera, but I was ready for the challenge. Maybe she needed to choose one of us and once she mated with one, the Bond with the other two would be severed?

News of King Donovar’s death was spreading throughout the Realm, and nobody could find Lord Lerris either. Was he dead too? Or was he in hiding?

One thing was for sure: I didn’t want to push my mate. Up until tonight, she believed she was human. So I could only imagine the questions and confusion she had as she came to terms with everything. The last thing she needed was any initial pressure. Even though mating with us would solve a lot of problems, she needed to come to terms with that on her own. She needed to want to mate.

The pizza arrived, and we all sat down on the couches and chairs to fill her in.

“How many people are we planning to feed?” my mate’s friend, Gemma, asked. “This is what you order for a football team after practice.”

I tilted my head at her as I brought the five extra-larges I ordered for myself over to the couch and set them on my lap. “What do you mean? I ordered you guys some too.”

She blinked at me. “Are you going to eat all of those?”

“Yes?”

She gaped, then shook her head. “Please don’t make a mess in our bathroom when you hurl it all up. I just cleaned it this morning.”

What did she mean hurl it all up? I would probably still be hungry after this and need to order a donair or kebab or something.

Shrugging, I opened the first box and growled as I smiled at all the delicious meats piled high on my pie.

“Firstly,” I said, taking a bite of the stringy pizza. “The Realm is the world of our kind. All non-human species. And you are the Queen of all the species. You are also the Queen of the demon species. My father is the King of the Shifters.”

“And my cousin, King Howar, is the King of the Vampires,” Drak added, sitting like he had a stick up his boney ass in the green velvet chair. Oh, how I wished a stake in the heart actually killed vampires like in the movies. Stupid bloodsucking, pale ass, motherfuckers.

“Is there a mage queen or king?” Omaera asked.

Maxar nodded. “Anysa Sadlyn is our Queen.”

“And they all know about me now?”

We all nodded.

“Okay . . .”

“You are the Queen because, although the Realm believed King Donovar had no heirs, he apparently did. Whether he knew about you remains a mystery. But when he died, his powers transferred to you. That is the only explanation.” Even though he wasn’t actually doing anything but talking, the vampire was still pissing me off. I glared at him and growled as I chewed, wishing it was his bones I was crunching and not the delicious all-meat pizza with cheesy crust I ordered.

“How did he die?” she asked.

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