Page 100 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I wrinkled my nose like I smelled something gross.

She rolled her eyes and looked away.

If she touched my Revered after we were soul bonded, I wouldn’t let such a transgression fly. She’d be dead.

It already killed me that we had to have sex with other people to sate our urges.

When we found our missing mate and completed our soul bonds, I would shred anyone to pieces who tried to touch what was mine.

Devils didn’t just love our mates; we owned them. Body, spirit, and soul.

My mates were my destiny.

People like Arabella would never understand. It was pure devotion.

My gut punched with worry when I spotted Scorpius’ large frame sitting alone in the stands. On the surface, he looked bored. But even from such a distance, I could see how stiff his posture was and his occasional flinches.

Students screamed noisily around him.

He didn’t have us beside him to whisper about everything that was happening. Orion saw where I was looking, and he grimaced in agreement.

I forced myself to look away and not worry about my Protector.

He’d be okay.

It felt wrong to be preparing to compete without him beside us. We were a unit. My mates were an extension of myself.

I felt exposed without him by my side.

Lothaire swallowed a glowing blue pill and opened his mouth. His voice was broadcast loudly around the stadium, and he said, “It is my honor to kick off the first Legionnaire Games in centuries. For our first competition, the gods have a simple request for all the competitors.”

He paused.

Raised his arm and pointed to the sky. “Each competitor must climb to the top of one post. Whoever does not make it to the top loses. You have one hour. Time starts now.”

There was a second of stillness as everyone processed what he’d said.

Then the lawn erupted as competitors ran to one of the two dozen posts surrounding the field. There was more than enough for each to have their own, but an angel competitor shoved a leviathan competitor to the ground. A man from the devil legion ripped an assassin competitor off a post and said, “This one’s mine, get your own.”

The three of us ignored the crowd. We jogged to the far side of the arena away from everyone else.

Orion took the post to my right and Arabella was to my left.

I glanced back, and two angels unfurled their wings, flying upward with crazy speed. The third angel was a large dangerous looking man with two different colored eyes, and he stared at Arabella with his lips curled in disgust.

She didn’t even notice.

I cracked my knuckles and made a point of glaring at him.

His eyes flashed over to me, and he spread his wings and shot upward into the air.

Agitation made my already tense muscles ache. Uncomfortable warmth spread across my limbs, and I concentrated on keeping the fever at bay.

It was hard enough looking after my Protector and Revered.

Arabella was chaos incarnate and seemed to attract trouble everywhere she went. Having her life tied to ours was a distraction I didn’t need.

Ignoring the other competitors and students shouting encouragement, I turned to my post and focused on solving the problem.

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