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“She makes me better,” I growl. “Lorelei is part demon now. Oh yeah, the prettiest little horns you’ve ever seen.”

“That’s not possible,” she says. “No!”

“The Demon Council in Hell will have a lot of fun dealing with you,” I murmur. “The community has decided to adopt her.”

My parents brought it in front of the Council, and explained everything to them. They also discussed how omegas have always helped to balance monsters, and without them something has been missing in their lives. While monsters are still procreating, mental health is on the decline.

Alecto was preparing his bucket list in a promise to himself to join his wife in death. Many monsters who lost their omegas are doing the same, or they’ve been alone for so long that they no longer want to continue to live.

The growing issues made it clear that omegas should survive, and it needs to start with Lorelei. I want her to have a life with us, if that means that she will help bring a new wave of omegas into the world as well, then so be it.

She has a zest for scientific discoveries and research. The Council said they would fully fund her research and back her experiments, which is something that I’ve never seen done before.

We just need to wake her up first.

“The only way to possibly help yourself is to help Lorelei,” I say, bluffing hard. Nothing can help Christa.

“I can’t. Samael, it’s permanent! There’s no way to bring her back,” she says, shaking her head. “She will ultimately die.”

Gazing at her, I backhand her. My knee slams into her body, knowing that my touch will make the shadows become flesh. Over and over I hit her, careful not to kill her as I scream. I’ve held onto so much hope, prayed and cried when I’m alone, wishing for a miracle.

There’s none coming.

Alecto has had Lorelei on an IV drip to force her body to warm up. She whimpers in pain on the bed, and once she began to convulse in a seizure. He just gazed at her impassively, telling us this was normal. Bast left the room to throw up in the bathroom, while Phenex and I watched to make sure Alecto didn’t kill her.

We are despondent at this point.

One of the Hellhounds leans into my body, helping me find myself. Taking a deep breath, I find that my cheeks are wet with tears. Fuck, I’ve lost my sanity. I don’t know if I’ll find it even if Lorelei comes back to us at this point.

I’m angry with the world, and the hatred that led Christa down this path. She’s barely holding onto her consciousness as I lean toward her, my fangs on full display.

“Are there any others like you?” I ask. At her small nod, I find a new way to burn the world down in Lorelei’s honor. “I want a fucking list, or you’ll be screaming for days before I hand you to my parents and the Demon Council.”

“Parents,” she whispers. “You can’t do that. I can’t go to Hell.”

“Who do you think lent me the HellHounds?” I ask.

Draco sinks his fangs into Christa’s hip, the flames blue as they infect her body. He shakes her like a rag doll, making me smirk with dark amusement.

“I’m sure they’re getting hungry,” I murmur. “Want to try that again?”

Christa screams beautifully for me, and one of the names on her list is Valaria, the annoying professor with a hard-on for Phenex. It seems she joined Christa’s little group because she was jealous. Fucking bitch.

“Very good,” I say with a cruel smile.

I will live in the hope that Lorelei is strong enough to keep fighting to return to us, and will clear the world of these monsters who wanted to kill her.

CHAPTER 26

LORELEI

The shadows and darkness are less than they have been. I don’t want to be here anymore. Sometimes, the damsel in distress has to save her damn self.

Every new memory the guys have given me by visiting me gives me a happy time to push into the darkness. For a long while, I thought I was making them up in a pathetic need to have them with me. Instead, seeing them all together helped me realize that they’re using the bond to spend time with me in the cage of my mind.

If I was a stronger person, I would tell them to forget me, to move on, but I’m not. I’m greedy, I want to live my life with my mates.

“This isn’t fair!” I scream, slamming my hands down on the ground.

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