Page 100 of Wings of Betrayal

And then I notice it. I can feel everything about him. His mood, his past, his present, and his future. I can feel his soul, as though it has been woven together with mine. Tears well in my eyes, blurring my vision of this gorgeous male before me who is now mine.

My mate.

Kyle cups my cheek in his hand and catches my tears as they fall. “You are mine.”

I press my forehead against his and breathe in his scent as I sit with our bond, consuming every part and savoring the way it makes me feel whole. Like I never have before. The bond settles into every cell in my body. We are one. And he is mine, my mate.

Two guards enter the cave and awkwardly look away when they spot us.

Kyle shifts himself so he’s in front of me, covering me as best he can with his frame.

“What the fuck do you want?” he demands.

“Apologies for the interruption, but there’s been a breach. Lost ones have entered the Kingdom.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“How many?” Kyle asks.

The guards’ grim expressions don’t help the unease growing inside me.

“We don’t know for certain. Thousands.”

I cover my mouth as I gasp, and Kyle reaches back and gives my arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Thank you for sending word. Tell my father I am coming.”

The guards dip their heads at us before leaving, and Kyle looks at me with worry-filled eyes.

“This is bad,” I say.

“We better hurry. Get dressed.”

It’s difficult pulling my leathers back on over wet skin, but I somehow manage, and then we then leave the cave. Kyle grips my hand the entire way until we’re back out in the forest where he lets me go to release his black wings and then waits while I do the same. I follow him back to the castle to find total chaos.

Guards rush about in every direction, and I’ve never seen so many of them. Kyle’s father appears through the crowd and hurries over to us.

“I take it you received my message about the breach?” Apollon’s focus darts between the two of us. “You have sealed your mating bond. I can scent it.”

Kyle smiles at his father. “We have.”

He pulls Kyle in for a hug and slaps him on the back. “Congratulations, son. And to you, too, Zarla.”

He hugs me next, leaving me a little stunned.

Heat rises in my cheeks. “Oh, thank you, Apollon.”

“I wish we had more time to celebrate the news of your mating, and we will later once the dust settles. However, we don’t have a moment to spare. Get to the armory and weapon up. Understood?”

Kyle nods, grabs my hand, and tugs me back out the castle doors and around the side of the grand building toward the armory. Angels rush past us, strapped with weapons, and I can only hope they have enough for us all.

When we reach the armory, I can see that won’t be an issue. The ridiculously big stone building is positioned near the back of the castle. Weapons are stacked on shelves all the way to the top of the high ceilings, and along every stone wall, and hooks are spaced out along the other wall, where weapons of various shapes and sizes hang.

“Take whatever you can carry. Nothing too heavy,” he instructs before he runs across the room, darting between other angels who are trying to do the same.

I have my mother’s daggers strapped to my thighs already, but I grab some more straps for my back and slip them on before attaching two large swords. They are weighty, but I know I’m strong enough to manage them. I then grab several more blades and strap them into my thigh straps alongside my daggers. I glance over at Kyle, who’s absolutely covered in weapons already.

Even with my powers, I worry that it won’t be enough.

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