Page 65 of His True Beloved

“Isn’t it, though? Why do you think we lock up all the newbies for the first month in their houses?” Suron accused.

“I’m gonna be locked up?” I squeaked. Sebastian shook his head, his mouth murmuring in my ear.

“You’re gonna be tied up taking my cock because fucking and drinking your mate’s blood is what calms it.” I tightened my legs together, my fingers digging into the couch.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Pamela whispered, crunching on her obnoxiously long churro.

Where the hell did she get that?

Kinda want one.

“Tie her to the bed.” Justin rubbed his chin. “Just like that? Vanessa likes to wiggle.” I covered my ears, not wanting to hear about my new dad’s sexcapades with Mom.

“That’s exactly your problem,” Sebastian leaned back on the couch, his white dress shirt bared open. “You cut a slit right on your artery, make it unbearable until they beg for it.” My fingers went to my mouth, biting nervously.

I want to bite him before I even become a vampire, but only on some weird kinky level.

“All right, enough.” Rowan sat down, a paper in his hand. “I’ve received word back from Bergarian, and things have taken a turn for the worst.”

Huh?

“What do you mean?” Sebastian leaned forward. “I thought all was going well since Taliyah has taken the throne.” Rowan shook his head, folding a piece of paper and putting it in his pocket.

“What I say in this room doesn’t leave until I make the official announcement. The only reason I say this to you now is that I know that you and Christine have thought about moving to Bergarian once she’s changed.” Justin glanced at us, and his small smile widened.

“The portal has been closed, there is a force that they do not understand taking over, and they worry it will filter into this realm. They are protecting it, along with many innocent lives that cannot contribute to the fight. Even princess Clara’s newborn, Evelyn, King Elijah, and Queen Eden of the Cerulean Moon Kingdom have been relocated to this realm.

“What?” Sebastian gasped. “Clara had a baby? And her parents are in this realm too? Royalty don’t leave their people unless—”

“Rumors say that Princess Clara and her mate have taken the throne.” Rowan sighed.

“It’s that bad? I’ve never heard of the portal closing for even supernaturals to pass.” Sebastian swore, running his hand through his hair.

“Those able to fight have been asked to go weeks ago. We will be the last line of defense if this entity breaks through.” Rowan’s mate came to his side, rubbing her hand over his arm.

“Coven elders and pack alphas are to keep everyone calm until we know more, but as of now, we will lose communication from within. The trickling of emails we would get cannot get through the barrier of the secure portal.”

And I’m lost.

“Clara was a lost princess. Kane, her mate, found her and helped destroy Darius,” Sebastian filled in the blanks. “She let me take her car and circled all the covens on the map so I could search for you. She said I had a second chance, and I just had to keep looking.” He smiled.

“Glad you listened to her.” I playfully poked his chest.

“So sit and wait?” Justin huffed in irritation. His quiet facade morphed into anger. “Can’t do anything else to help?”

“No,” Rowan spoke. “Business as usual, well, except the whole incubus issue.” Rowan’s soft smile of reassurance didn’t give me much hope. I wasn’t sure what I was dealing with, but if they seemed confident, I would leave it in their hands.

That was a day ago, and the mixer was now the top priority of the coven. Rowan made many comments about how the human housing was overflowing, and if they didn’t find their mates for them soon, he feared humans would leave. Having a mosh pit of humans destined to be mated in one area was a big deal, and none of the supernaturals wanted to let them go. Holding this mixture was so important. They wouldn’t let some incubus ruin their fun.

Pamela, of course, was dressed to the nines tonight, hoping she would meet her mate. Tight royal purple halter dress, high heels, and sultry eyes.

With my phone being confiscated by Rowan’s techie, Pamela took all attempts to come into Sebastian and I’s temporary room in the coven house to chat, which he was not fond of. There were too many times Sebastian came out of the shower after a romp in the sheets finding Pamela wiggling her eyebrows at him while I sat half naked with my breasts covered with sheets.

Pamela mentioned she was still considered young to find a mate, but something in her gut had her hoping that tonight was the night. I had hope for her, she was sweet and bubbly, and I was anxious to see who would be fit for her personality.

Suron hung back, his strides slow, keeping his hands in his pockets. The glum look in his eye and the short sniffs had me wanting to reach back and hold his hand. Sebastian wouldn’t have that, though, not with the possessive hold he had on me. Not one moment alone since he had that bite mark on me, and he made sure I wore a top that showed it off. Suron only laughed at that, saying my scent was covered with Sebastian’s musk, and no one would dare try and take me away.

“Suron?” He hummed, looking up from his fascination with the cemented sidewalk. “Are you hoping to find your mate?” Suron gave a crooked smile, shaking his head. “Nah, not really. I’m more worried about the war in Bergarian.” The mood instantly went dark, and Pamela stopped her skipping.

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