Page 4 of Masked Fate

“I’m not apologizing for speaking the truth. Bad blood is bad blood,” he replies, stretching his neck from side to side, drawing my attention to the brutal scar from one side of his throat to the other.

Proof that someone tried to end his life and failed.

And that someone was my mother.

Bad blood.

I wasn’t there when Soren was held captive and tortured in Allyria.

I wasn’t queen then or even in the Witch Kingdom.

But he still holds me accountable.

And that is the reason why I will never take off this necklace.

I will sit by, suffering in silence while my fated mate fucks around with every willing female, wondering what my life could have been like if things were different.

But they aren’t.

And this ismyreality.

I normally avoid these thoughts about him as much as possible because they’re pointless.

And they hurt.

Soren is all I’ve ever wanted and the one thing I willneverfucking have.

CHAPTER TWO

Soren

Seeing Pandora is always hard. Sometimes, just looking at her takes me back to a time I’d rather forget when I was at my weakest and brings me shame. I try to block it out and pretend it doesn’t affect me, but it’s difficult when she’s around.

And she always seems to be around.

She wasn’t in the Witch Kingdom during my time there, but I have no doubt she knew what was happening.

I try to ignore her as much as possible, but it’s fucking hard, especially when she haunts my dreams.

Her violet eyes are the same color as her mother’s but framed in thicker, darker lashes.

That’s where the similarities end, though. Pandora is petite, with jet-black hair that stops at her chin and full, pouty lips that have a slash of a scar going through them.

I can’t lie. She’s striking, beautiful even, but not really my type.

The previous Witch Queen was evil inside and out, and although everyone vouches for Pandora, I don’t trust her… one little bit.

The apple never falls far from the tree, right?

A smirk plays on my lips as I think about the pretty blonde fae I had in my bed this morning and the way I had tied her up to the hook in the ceiling above my bed, a gag in her mouth as I’d whipped her ass before fucking her from behind while wearing my favorite leather and bone black skull mask.

I have my kinks in the bedroom, and there is an endless line of females willing to cater to them.

I like control, a little bit of pain, and giving my partners awhole lot of pleasure.

Trust me, no one has left any bad reviews on my performances.

In fact, the females always try to come back for more.

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