Page 40 of Cursed Heirs

I was done with this bullshit.

That fucker’s threats.

Ore capitulating to him in order to protect the three of us fromObsidianbacklash.

I’d needed somebody who had great magical prowess who could both rival Cornwell’s powerandOre’s in case he objected and didn’t see what was really good for him—getting thatshithead out of his vicinity going forward, ending their sickrelationship.

Outside of burning the fucker to ash, or holding his power at bay, I couldn’t defeat him without severely harming him—or killing him—which would only make things worse.

But Alena could.

And, boy, had she!

I was as amazed as I was turned the fuck on by what she’d done.

And, yeah, I was also kind of taken aback too when she’d gone the dark route, the way she’d threatened him and what she’d threatened him with.

I hoped she’d just been playing it up for Cornwell’s benefit.

The last thing I needed was having to deal with another one of us about to make a dive into the darkness and become submerged.

I had enough with Orpheus.

At my suggestion, he’d been focusing on his magical map, fortunately, which had sublimated all of that for now.

But that wouldn’t last much longer, especially not after his father’s Commander arrived and filled in the rest of the intel for him.

Then it would move from intelligence and planning to taking dangerous action.

It was all Constantine’s fault. He’d triggered Ore’s dark side and after he’d taken that hit, Ore now obviously figured he needed to embrace that all the way in order to stand a chance against him the next time a battle raged between them—one Ore was gonna bring about in a bid to rescue his father.

And then there was X going dark in a whole other way.

IneededAlena not to be following the same path as Ore.

I needed somebody stable and steady beside me. I couldn’t hold all three of them at bay and keep them on the right side of things.

Yeah, sure, I believed Constantine needed to die. Of course I did, and not just because of what he’d done to me, taking my parents from me in the most brutal way imaginable, but because he was an irredeemable threat to all of us, and it had been proven that he couldn’t be caged for long.

ButI didn’t believe in doing demented things along the way to achieving that. That sort of defeat was dark enough without all the rest—torture, doing sick things, getting a thrill out of it, and whatever the fuck. We needed to stay in full control and be strategic about it. EvenIcould recognize how imperative that was. I guess I’d come a long way, since I’d let go of a lot of my rage.

Or, things were so fucked-up that I was now the voice of reason. Maybe a bit of both.

As I looked between Alena and Orpheus, a shitload of sexual tension filled the air.

He smirked at her. “So, I’m yours, hmm?”

“You heard me right, little prince.” She turned to me. “You’re mine too, angry bird.”

I chuckled. “I’m liking that a lot.”

“As am I,” Ore spoke.

Alena was there then, fisting her hands in his tee, then jerking him down to her, getting him up nice and close. “Very bad prince playing with that snake of a professor.”

“I know we need to discuss what—”

She shoved him onto the bed with her angelic strength. “Talk later, we need each other now,” she uttered on a growl, before pouncing on top of him.

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