Page 3 of Omission

For a new beginning. For the gift promised by the gods.

Can I accept this fae female? The daughter of my enemy?

I’m frozen in place for a minute as I take her in while no one notices the change in my demeanor. She’s unsure, afraid—needs someone to save her from the demonic claws that keep her here—while I’m fighting to control my powers as the molecular structure of everything around me bends.

Everything, but her. She’s the center of my focus.

And as I watch her, a voice I haven’t heard in a long time infiltrates my thoughts. It’s a welcomed intrusion, as is the feel of a warm hand on my shoulder. Even while cloaked in invisibility, the touch cuts through my magic.

I haven’t felt my father’s presence this strong in a long time—years—and never like this. Not even the ceremony held with my sisters a few weeks back created this strong of a connection, and the fact he’s reciting the same words spoken to me before his death isn’t lost on me either.

This is what he meant then.

He saw her. This moment.

Love is the most powerful thing in the world, Leo. No matter the species or your beliefs, we are all worthy of unconditional love, son. So when you find her, cherish your mate. Honor her and your bond, even if at times it brings you pain.

“Fuck.” It slips from me, almost giving away my location, but no one hears. Not my family or the fae bastards still alive and currently protecting their king. There aren’t many left, but they swim in the nauseating perfume; it clings to their skin and it’s not their natural fragrance.

Moreover, I’ve smelled this before. I would recognize the stench anywhere.

These people will die.

Thanatos is close; I can’t see him, but I sense him. Someone else, too.

The volatile powers are stronger than any one of us, combined or alone, and I can’t help but take a protective step toward my mate while Gabriella's aura darkens and the essence of life sways in her direction. While Isabella strikes, the sharp shards of glass rise high above the enemy’s head and hold still.

Each one marks a fae.

Everyone but her. My female.

Then, there are the vibrations fluttering all around me as her soul calls out to mine. It’s a shock to the system, this need that grows with each sweet breath that leaves her body and the way she leans my way. An unconscious move, almost undetectable, but I’m attuned to her every move.

To her.

Our bond tugs at the very core of me; a connection that finds its home inside my chest while simultaneously caressing my thickening cock in one smooth stroke, and more so when that first tendril of her scent infiltrates my senses. Drops of pre-come slip from my engorged head and roll down my shaft slowly, a feather-like touch, and I grit my teeth while my nostrils flare.

While my hands clench and unclench, my powers vibrate beneath my skin. I’m being burned alive, the abilities I possess keeping me hidden but not from her. She hasn’t looked up yet, but her curves move in my direction, tipping just enough that one of the guards shifts his attention toward me. Not that he finds anything; I’m invisible, yet she senses me.

It’s there in the tiny flare of her nostrils.

The goosebumps on her skin.

And I find myself following her lead and breathing deep, biting down on my lower lip to hide the groan that fights to break free. Rich and tempting; this tiny, curvaceous blonde female with the scent of strawberries and decadent cream reminds me of my favorite dessert. She smells like home and memories never forgotten and the warmth that’s been missing from my life since the night of our parent’s murder.

It’s completion.

It’s Peace.

I need her.

My mouth waters as my cellular structure contracts—I can’t control the reaction—and I glitch just long enough for King Larue and his piece of merda guards to take notice. I’m no longer concealed and immediately, their weapons pointing in my direction as multiple rounds unload seconds after I’ve moved. Casings ping off the ground and her heartbeat begins to race, a beautiful cadence intertwining—dancing with the light blue aura she’s emitting.

No one sees it. No one feels it.

Yet it’s searching and stretching, flowing out from her petite form until she finds me beside an angry Xadiel, and I watch her exhale roughly. There’s clear confusion on her face. None of this makes sense to her, but to me, her relief is palpable and bone-deep.

“Are you okay?” my brother-in-law says from beside me, half-shifted and breathing hard, his black-tipped talons dripping with the blood of his earlier kill. Then again, he isn’t the only one with an overwhelming desire for vengeance—to finally put down the fae king and his followers as punishment for every crime committed against humanity and others. “What shook you? I felt it from here.”

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