Page 136 of Wicked Heirs

Reaching the main living room, I flicked my hand at the double arched doors, opening them, and then I strode on through prepared to greet my father.

But I was pulled up short asIwas greeted instead.

By one hell of a visual.

There my father was lounging back on the wraparound couch while he was having his cock sucked by a dark haired woman on her knees in front of him. He was reaching over to his right and slamming his fingers in and out rapid-fire of a guy’s ass, while he raked the nails of his free hand down his back, drawing blood. The guy’s face was smushed into the couch as he was positioned bent over while he took the erotic abuse, but his unique hair—half silver and half black, straightened and falling all over the place with its length gave him away as one of my father’s chief High Court members, Mikio Farlus. The woman was unknown to me, likely one of his groupies, those who fell all over their king.

I jerked my head away and slapped my hand over my eyes for good measure. “Motherfuck, father.”

I heard a gasp and a startled female cry.

My father, though? A rumble of a chuckle escaped him. “With your penchant for bursting into the rooms of the palace, you should be used to encountering this sort of thing by now.”

“Not making it any better.”

“Well, just think that you can do without the therapy given that it’s me with strangers and not your mother anymore.”

I grimaced at his words. “For the love of Hades.”

Another rumbling chuckle sounded, then I heard him commanding hiscompanionsto take their leave immediately.

I felt a couple of flares of magic and then I looked to see they’d both teleported away.

My father snapped his fingers and his silver bath robe that was thrown over a lampshade on the other side of the room was suddenly in his grasp.

“An excellent stress-reliever,” he said, shrugging it on. As he tied it, he told me, “Unfortunately, a necessity at present.”

“Why? What’s happened? Why did you call me here?”

He fixed his just-fucked spiky black hair. “Judging by the tension all over you that you’re trying so hard to hide—something impossible to do with your own father—you believe it to have been about your new girlfriend. Interestingly enough, youronlygirlfriend.”

“And it’s not?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Father,” I pushed, as he was clearly taking too much pleasure in dancing around it.

“From fucking around with Light Fae to a Nephilim now. Talk about moving up in the world, son.”

“That’s not—”

“Always Light beings. Unfortunately, not a coincidence, is it? It’s a result of you fearing your capacity for darkness. You surround yourselves with Light beings in a bid to offset it, to help balance yourself.”

“I don’t need an assist there, I’m in full control.”

“I hope so, because with what’s coming, you’ll need to draw on your dark side, and there will be no room for hesitation.”

Before I could get a word out there, he went on, “She’ll need to as well.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your woman? Alena Rose?”

I frowned. “Why aren’t you reacting to that?”

“Because I understand it.”

“You do? To say you despise her mother is the understatement of the centuries.”

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