Page 4 of My Fated Alpha: The Royals

The demon charged towards her with a roar, and Soleil’s reflexes kicked in. She rolled, crawled, and twisted, everything purely guided by her instincts. And all the while, she called tohim,the man whose heart she was fated to keep in exchange of her soul.

Can you hear me?

Please come.

Please help.

Soleil called out to him with her mind, with all her heart, even thought the tiniest part of her thought it was too late.

The demon caught her just as she ran out of bullets. Its claws raked her body and pain engulfed her, but she managed to kick itaway, the silver-coated soles of her boots leaving burning marks on its face.

The demon screamed.

What a baby,Soleil thought dizzily as she managed to pull the grenades out of her pockets.

The demon snarled at her, hitting Soleil with its tail and breaking her ribs in the process.

She snarled back, thinking absently that death was the only thing that could make her act this...childish. She was suffering from internal bleeding, with possibly severe injuries to a vital organ.

She calculated the time it would take her to die, and it wasn’t that long.

If you can hear me, please just save my soldiers.

Please.

Soleil closed her eyes as she started to unclip the grenades.

But nothing happened.

Instead, she felt wind so strong blowing over her, stinging her face, and somehow that wind managed to snatch the grenades out of her fingers. She heard it explode in the distance, and her eyes flew open.

Oh!

The grenades had been thrown into the hellhole, and it vanished a moment later, Hell protecting itself from more attacks at the expense of its spawn. Placing her hand over her wound, shelooked around dazedly as she heard a tremendous cry of pain. Following the sound, she saw the demon that had attacked her falling to the floor, its decapitated head rolling towards her before it was crushed under the weight of stampeding...imps.

The imps were running away – from what?

She tried to see what was after them and caught sight of a streak of white, too fast for her eyes to follow as it slashed its way around the room.

Oh.

He had come.

A cacophony of cries and squeals filled the basement hall, imps dying left and right—-

Then she saw her soldiers breaking inside, fighting—-

Nausea hit her, and she fell back to the floor.

Thank you.

She closed her eyes.

And almost right after, she found herself being lifted and cradled in powerful arms—-

Pain pierced her throat, and she choked.

Blood filled her mouth.

---