Page 6 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

“Don’t talk to me,” she muttered haughtily, then looked away.

I snapped back, “Don’t tell me what to do, bitch.”

She gritted her teeth and stared at the wall. “I told you not to talk.”

I saw red.

As I sneered down at the worthless woman before me, the broken pieces of my existence played before my eyes like a nightmare.

The circumstances of how we’d gotten into this position were grim.

Everything had fallen apart so quickly.

The sun god had announced a tournament, and all quads of male devils eighteen and older had been required to enter. He would judge our power and name his kings.

We’d tried to get out of competing because we were missing our fourth mate. Our mate bond wasn’t completed; it couldn’t be until an act of intimacy occurred among all mates.

The sun god’s representative had denied our request and ordered us to compete.

Maybe he’d known.

We’d been the youngest competitors by centuries.

The other devils had laughed when we’d entered the registration room. They’d quickly stopped laughing.

The contest had been a massacre.

Our massacre.

We’d walked into the competition, not knowing the limits of our abilities.

When we’d left, we still hadn’t found them.

The power in our veins wasn’t the stuff of legends; it was the stuff of nightmares.

When the god’s representative had crowned us kings, he’d said, “Good does not balance evil in the realms; devil kings do.”

The sun god had named us his executioners. We were the merciless nightmares of a god’s will.

So much power.

So much responsibility.

Yet we were young, missing our mate, and living in pain.

All devils had been ordered by the sun god to attend our coronation, but as we’d stood before the crowd, no mating song had reached out to us. Our fourth hadn’t been there.

Which meant our missing mate was somewhere in another realm.

Technically, ancient texts on mate bonds stated that any species or person could be fated to a male devil. However, in recent history, only male devils had been powerful enough to sustain a bond. We were a strong species. Second to none.

I’d argued with the representative that the sun god should just locate our mate in the realms. He’d laughed in my face and said that wasn’t how fate worked.

I ground my teeth at the memory.

The academy was our best bet at finding our missing mate. That’s what the representative claimed and why we’d agreed to Lothaire’s stupid plan.

They were all full of shit.

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