Page 75 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

Samael and Alecto sit across from each other as they pull things out of the wagon, putting them in the keep and wash pile or toss.

“Bast Dalca, huh?” Alecto asks, shaking his head as he gazes at the ziplocked bag with a sweater inside of it. “Where did you find this, Samael?”

“Her nest,” he grunts. “Fucker threw it on top of her blankets where she slept in the closet. I wonder how Lorelei hasn’t noticed his scent when she’s been around him more often.”

“My guess is scent blockers,” I reply. “If she smelled anything, it would be a hint of his scent and she might not have been able to figure out who it was coming from.”

“She seems to attract stalkers,” Alecto mutters. “Are we putting this in the ‘keep and don’t wash’ pile for her heat? I’m hoping he gets his head out of his ass by then, but it’s Bast fucking Dalca that we’re talking about.”

“He’d argue with a stone for the theatrical value of it,” I grunt with a smirk. “God, he’s really terrible. I can’t believe he made her come at the theater.”

“Fucker could get her killed,” Samael mutters. “Someone please tell me that I can give him the same treatment I gave Adares.”

“Probably not, but a monster can dream,” Alecto says with a grin. “Alright, did this lotion go bad? It’s not the right color.”

There’s a yellow film and it appears as if it’s separating as he holds up the glass bottle.

“Do you think he did something to it?” I ask, grimacing. “I hate her descenting lotion with a passion. It tastes awful.”

“You’re not supposed to eat it!” Alecto and Samael yell, shaking their heads as I roll my eyes.

“I don’t want to taste it on her skin. Ugh, I really need to know what’s wrong with this lotion,” I groan.

“I’ll take it to one of the research labs and do some tests,” Alecto says with a shrug. “I’m more than a pretty face.”

“I don’t know about pretty,” I tease him, picking up a fraying curtain. “She’s been getting by with so little for a long time, guys.”

“I’m going to gently break the death of Bertie to her tonight after work,” Samael says, wincing.

“I was going to pay for her repairs,” Alecto confesses. “The mechanic was horrified and said that the car was too far gone. She’s going to be really unhappy about that.”

“Which is why I’m going to also tell her that the car she’s been driving around is her Valentine’s Day present,” Samael says. “Is that too big of a present?”

Alecto glances over his shoulder at the roses he brought her, sighing. “I mean, it might be? Lorelei has gotten used to being alone and having to fend for herself,” he says. “I hope she accepts it.”

“Bertie is toast, and we can’t change that,” I say. “I know she gets attached to things. She’s driven a lot between the three universities she’s been at, plus driving to get here. That all takes a toll on a vehicle. This needs to be tossed.”

Handing the curtain over to Samael to throw away, I pick up what appears to be a pair of jeans. She packed quickly, and not all of her clothing made it over here. Tossing it in the wash pile, I keep going through things.

“She really didn’t want to go through this?” Alecto asks, picking up a metal buckle corset belt.

“Keep. Definitely keep. Even if she only wears it when riding my dick,” I say, staring at it.

Samael thumps me over the head with the jeans he has in his hand, making me chuckle.

“I don’t even know how you’d wear that thing in public,” I laugh. “She has her own style, that’s for damn sure.”

“It’s very confusing to look at,” Alecto agrees, creating another pile.

“To answer your question, she said she didn’t want to think about Bast pawing through her things,” I say. “I think Lorelei may be having conflicting feelings about him.”

“Well I don’t blame her on that,” Alecto says. “However, she once mentioned that if she’d really wanted to get me away from her, she had the tools to do it.”

“Her knife,” Samael grunts just as I mutter, “Pepper spray.”

Snorting, Alecto adds, “Well, I rest my case.”

He’s right, God only knows what our little omega must be thinking.

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