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Abaas snarled.Dammit, she already found her mate!
“I need her dead, and—”
"I will claim the princess for myself," he declared.
“Just make her disappear.” She felt the sudden shift in him, his voice rough as a strange possessiveness took over, one that seemed to run deeper than hers.
He stood, motioning for her to follow, his mind already chasing Lita's trail. She could feel the power in his stride, the determination, and she felt her own need to match it.
Felicia's fear dissolved, and she stepped behind him. This time, she wouldn't lose. This time, she'd have it all. She didn’t care why he wanted her. As long Lita was no longer with Asher, that was all she cared about. Besides, he would be the perfect pack distraction. With so much chaos going on, Lita might accidentally be killed before Abaas could take her. Her lips curled cruelly as she began to work out her own plan.
Abaas was blind to everything but the burning need to claim his fairy heir. His mind seethed with memory—the last princess running from him, never recognizing the mate pull. Rage grew alongside obsession. She would not escape him again. If he couldn’t have her, then her daughter was now his. He had to have a fairy princess. She would belong to him. He moved into the night with a feral certainty, a promise that threatened the world. This time, he’d have it all. This time he would crush every threat.
The intensity of his determination consumed him, a wildfire that left nothing but Lita in its path. Her new name rang in his ears, an echo that sent his mind reeling with the sudden proximity of her. It drove him forward, made him forget Felicia's presence until she fell in step beside him.
"Lita's with the alpha of Black Ice," she panted, clutching the name like it was hers to give. Like it was hers to hate.
"Dead," he growled, his voice sure and final. "I'll kill them all."
“No! I want the alpha for myself.”
He refused to let this alpha stand in his way. The pack meant nothing to him. Felicia meant nothing. The princess would be his, and she’d know what she had cost him when he crushed her precious mate.
His footsteps pounded against the ground, each one a promise, a threat. Felicia struggled to keep up, struggled to convince him that he was not alone in his hatred. "You'll never find them without me," she insisted. "Asher will try to hide her, to protect her."
Abaas barely heard her. The world around him shrank, burning at the edges of his obsession until he was blind to all but Lita. "No one can protect her," he snapped, pushing forward, needing to feel the chase, needing to feel that she would soon be his.
“She has a protector with her, some guardian, but I’m sure you’re stronger than him.” Felicia watched as he stopped abruptly.
“A guardian is with her?” He finally looked at her, watching as she nodded her head.Dammit.His mind reeled. A guardian … he couldn’t beat a guardian. There was no time to find a beast powerful enough to go against one. He needed a new plan. A diversion. His warriors. He looked at Felicia, a new scheme crawling into place. She could lure the princess while his warriors distracted the pack. He would capture her, put a fairy heir in her belly. Claim Elysia. She would be his. He moved like a wolf through the night, planning his attack. A beast was loose inside him, and the thrill of the hunt gave it strength. He wouldn't lose her this time.
The sky above them loomed black and endless, as if it might swallow them both. Abaas felt its weight, felt the urgency press in around him. He had to act now. He had to be quick, cunning, and ruthless. His mind whirled with possibilities, with desires that made his vision blur. If he couldn't overpower them, he would outsmart them. He had to catch her before she became pregnant.
His thoughts spiraled around the same relentless need. The same all-consuming obsession. A fairy heir. She would give himhis heir, and it would open the gates to Elysia, to power and control beyond any he had ever known. His breath came fast, wild with urgency.
It should have been his already, but she’d rejected him. She didn’t give him a chance. Fate gave him a fairy princess mate, and that was what he would take. He didn’t care if it was her daughter or granddaughter or great granddaughter. As long as he got his heir, that was all that mattered.
He ran forward, blind to everything but the vision of her at his feet, of her belly swelling with the fairy heir that would secure his claim. His arrogance fed his need, his madness turning into a cold, deliberate fire. His thoughts were justified. It should have already been his. Faster. His feet moved wildly as his mind raced.
Savage joy filled him as he envisioned his future. His obsession burned as he became dizzy with his predicted victory. It consumed him, filling him with a terrible purpose. Lita … she would belong to him. He would catch her, claim her, and dominate her. He was coming. A cruel grin spread over his lips as he raced through the night.
Chapter 58
“I can tell you two had an amazing night together, but the way you two are acting is … well, something’s up.” Caden pokeda breakfast sausage and shoved it in his mouth. “Spill,” he said with his stuffed, muffled voice.
“You don’t have to keep mindlinking your secret conversations.” Grayson shook his fork at Lita as she shook her head.
“We don’t have to mindlink anymore. I know what he’s thinking … what he’s feeling. Asher knows my thoughts and my emotions. If he thinks it, I know it. We’re trying to figure it out. Suddenly my mind has become very noisy … and naughty.” She gave Asher a pointed look, and he smirked at her with a shrug.
“I can’t stop picturing having fun with you again. Now you know all the things I’m thinking about and planning to do to you—“
“Hold up. You two can read each other’s minds?” Kristen leaned on her elbows, looking between the two of them. She watched as they nodded their heads.
“That’s dangerous territory,” she said, glancing at Garrett, who sat beside her. “I’d never get away with anything. He’d know every time I skipped a workout, or if I secretly ate the last slice of cake.” She turned to Garrett, daring him to argue.
He just grinned, reaching up to rub Kristen’s shoulders with steady, absentminded hands. “You already get away with everything, babe. It’s more fun to pretend that I don’t know and then make you feel guilty later. And then the loving is extra good.” He kissed her cheek as they began to glow red.
Caden wasn’t about to let the topic go. “But seriously, how is it not driving you both insane? I’d be plotting my own murder if I had to be in Caspian’s head for even an hour.” He jerked a thumb over at Caspian, who was attempting to pour orange juice into his glass while texting with his other hand.
