Page 101 of His True Beloved

Great, just great.

“So I pursued you. Became everything a female would want in a high school boyfriend.” Wyatt changed himself back into the younger version of himself. Memories flooded my mind of the way he passed notes to me in class. The sweet glances and innocent flirting.

“I claimed you in front of the school so no one would take you. You were intended to be mine. Your father allowed it.” he hung his head in shame. “And I don’t regret it. The payment to help wield Broderick’s body of his magic was enough to release me from my prison in the Underworld, so I could walk among the humans.” He licked his lips. I wanted to live somewhat normally. Live like the humans did, except, you know how I have to feed.” He scoffed.

“And I couldn’t help myself. I fell for you, Sunshine. I did my best to give you the best life, the best of everything. Gave you my all. I just couldn’t stop eating, or I would have done something I regretted to you.”

Seconds passed, my feet shuffling from side to side. It didn’t matter that he loved me, that he had good intentions after the fact. If he had loved me from the start, he should have been honest. Sure, that would have been an insane confession, but then I wouldn’t have been strung along for so long.

“If you cared for me so much,” I whimpered. “Then why did you sleep with all those women? Can’t you feed on dreams?” Wyatt rubbed his hand down his face, shaking his head.

“It kept me fuller for longer when I slept with women,” he muttered. “Dreams only hold me over for a day. If I had sex in a physical body, it would last me a week.” He gripped his fists, pounding the floor. “It was a mistake. I thought of you the entire time.”

Um, ew?

“But you could have held out,” I muttered. “If you truly loved me, you would have kept your dick in your pants.”

Wyatt nodded his head, his tail swishing from side to side. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Sunshine.” The nickname made me shake my head. I never wanted to be called that again. That name reminded me of the happy times which are now tainted with lies.

“Is Wyatt even your real name?” I whispered, looking down at the kneeling incubus, “because I really don’t know you.” Wyatt heaved a breath, his legs pulling him to standing.

The built incubus was terrifying to look at. I thought vampires were disturbing when I first met them, but he was on another level. I couldn’t imagine what the other demons of the Underworld looked like, but I wasn’t in a hurry to find out.

“Ir’ak,” he muttered. “I’m 2,400 years old. An incubus with an ability to wield the black magic within the confines of the Underworld.” He growled. “And the anger I feel that I can’t keep you, is stifling.” Smoke fell from his body, bouncing across the floor. My heart raced, my hand gripping the wall behind me.

Red eyes stood behind him, and a dagger glimmered in the moonlight. The light beam shone across the red eyes figure’s face. The lower part of his face was covered by a black mask.

The assassin.

“And I deserve to return to my prison, where Hades will send me to judgment.” Ir’ak let out a ragged breath.

The dagger, once twinkling in the small light from the window, plunged into Ir’ak’s neck. His legs and knees dropped into the carpet.

Sebastian stepped behind me, his warm body engulfing me and twisting me away. My head was pushed into his neck, feeling the soft purrs of his throat.

I hear the gurgling of blood, the wet coughs of his lungs. The Wyatt I once knew was gone, and Ir’ak was all he would be known as to me. The lies and his supposed good intentions to cover up his mess would not settle with me for a long time.

I winced again, hearing the horrible sounds that continued to flow into the room. Those sounds would haunt me for years to come. Sebastian’s purr became louder, his gentle hands rubbing up and down my back as I gripped his shirt.

“He’s gone now,” Sebastian muttered in my ear. “Shh, it will be all right.”

Chapter 41

Christine

“Ifyouexpectmeto go to sleep after that, you are insane,” I muttered into his shoulder. Not wanting to pry my head off his chest, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, hearing that steady heart that I loved to hear so much.

I had done a stellar job not crying, but the dam was about to break.

“Christine,” Sebastian cooed, trying to pull me off his chest.

“Nuh-uh.” I shook my head. Not happening, bro.

“Christine,” he said more sternly. My mouth opened, and then my fangs bit into his shoulder where my head was lying.

“Oh fuck! What are you doing!?” I giggled because I totally forgot that I had fangs and I could do the stabby-stab thing. Unfortunately, my body was having a mixed reaction to what I thought was funny because I began crying.

Gods help me.

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