Page 21 of A Daemon’s Alliance (Daemons & Lumens)

FIVE MONTHS LATER

Michaela

I walked the hall with Morax remaining quiet at my side. We were both agitated. A radio call came through requesting my presence in The Study immediately. Morax couldn’t get anything specific from the other guards, so we walked in silence, preparing for anything that might come.

It had been five miserable months since I was taken prisoner.

Well, not completely miserable. Having Morax by my side was the only thing keeping me sane.

He was making progress with Tibby, especially after a surprising revelation.

Tibby was able to withstand so much torture because she had protection.

Morax was still working it out, but he thought Seraphina had given her some kind of shield.

He couldn’t reach that far into her memories to figure out how my sister did it, not without scrambling Tibby’s brain.

I wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse, coming out of the fog Laszlo held her in.

She still had to come here and cower like a slave.

As much as I hated Tibby leaving to go spy on my sister, I was grateful she could still leave the mansion and get away from Laszlo.

And I was honestly a little pissed Seraphina didn’t realize her friend was basically an Obscuritas robot.

The Kings used what power they had to remove any injuries, but still.

Didn’t she notice something was wrong with her friend?

Gremory was also still missing. Morax was having trouble sensing the daemon and said Grem must have a very powerful witch aiding him to cloak him so fully.

I wasn’t sure what that meant. He still hadn’t turned us in, or outed Morax to the stupid cult leaders.

Morax did listen in on his captain’s thoughts, and a new guard was joining them soon. He had a feeling it was Grem.

Thankfully, my sister was wreaking havoc among The Obscuritas, killing more of their men and infuriating the Kings.

And even more, their sons were apparently with her too.

This was shocking news for Morax and myself.

How could she shack up with Obscuritas Princes?

It felt like a betrayal. But then again, the Princes were defying their fathers, so were they on our side now?

Everything was so fucking confusing. Hushed and excited voices floated into the hallway as we approached The Study.

I entered the room first, keeping my face blank as I noted the three Kings in the room looking entirely too happy.

Darren came toward me immediately, and I couldn’t help flinching away from him.

The action lit a fire in his eyes. He preferred it when I resisted. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me close, wrapping one hand around my throat and gripping my ass with the other so hard it brought tears to my eyes. “We’ve got her now, baby. Your sister is as good as ours.”

I nearly choked on my next breath, and my mouth went dry. I wasn’t ready for this. I resisted the urge to turn to Morax. I knew he’d be raging right now with Darren’s hands all over me.

Things with Darren were actually easier now.

Morax was able to gain access to his mind enough to alter his thoughts.

It happened around Christmas. Snow was falling, and I watched in awe at the beauty of it from my bedroom window.

Darren Radnor came into the room, and I could tell things were different.

He came at me fast, tossing me on the bed and pinning me beneath him.

He was going to fuck me as a present. The other Kings apparently agreed. They wanted him to get me pregnant.

I lost it. I screamed and kicked at him, refusing.

My struggle only turned him on further. When Morax burst into the room, Darren’s mind was so focused on raping me that his shields were down.

Morax pounced and took control within seconds.

From that night on, Darren came to my room, every single night.

And while he had visions of us fucking, he was actually laid out on the floor, slack-jawed and lost to Morax’s power.

It was cleverly done, but I still hated having to pretend Darren was actually fucking me.

At the dinners, he would grope me and brag to the others about owning my virgin pussy.

He thought he knew what I tasted like. He was a sick fuck.

I hated the things he thought he did to me.

Morax hated it even more, not wanting anyone near my body, even if it was only in their mind.

The only snag in our plan was that I obviously wasn’t getting pregnant.

Darren was growing increasingly angry, and I knew we’d have to figure something out soon.

Morax refused to even consider knocking me up himself when I suggested it.

I didn’t love the idea either, but we were running out of options.

He flat out refused, reciting his earlier declaration of how and when he would claim me.

And telling me no child of ours would be born like this.

I never really thought about children. It seemed like a silly daydream. But the thought of having a baby with Morax made my blood sing and the butterflies in my stomach go insane.

“Did you hear me, baby?” Darren whispered close to my ear, and I tried not to gag. “We’re bringing her here soon. You’ll be together again.”

Samuel laughed. “Finally. I’ve been growing bored.”

Laszlo smirked. “Yes. Our new ally is proving very useful.”

New ally? The Kings must have someone else on their side. Who could it be? I didn’t ask, remaining silent. It was easier not to blow my cover as a broken, submissive girl if I didn’t speak.

Several guards entered the room with Tibby in tow.

She looked like a cat backed into a corner, trying desperately to find a way out.

One of the stronger barriers Laszlo put in her mind made it impossible to tell Seraphina anything.

So even when she was more lucid, more herself, she still couldn’t warn my sister.

Tibby immediately went to Laszlo and dropped to her knees before him, saying nothing.

Laszlo looked past my shoulder at Morax, and my stomach dropped. “Guard, come forward. My slave nearly fucked everything to shit. She needs to be taught a lesson and remember who she belongs to.”

My body went rigid. I had no idea what Laszlo had planned, but I knew it was going to be something I wouldn’t be able to watch.

Darren Radnor was now wrapped around me, his hard-on pressing into my ass as his hands pinched and teased my skin.

My flesh was hot, and my body was humming with energy.

Whatever was about to happen, I did not want it to. I had to stop this.

Morax calmly walked to Laszlo and stood before the stupid Obscuritas King.

Laszlo pat Tibby’s head like an asshole. “You are loyal to me, aren’t you?”

Tibby nodded, her voice quivering with uncertainty. “Yes, master.”

“Of course you are.” Laszlo turned to Morax. “I want you to suck this guard’s cock. Prove to me and everyone here what a perfect slave you are for your master.”

Absolutely fucking not. My blood was burning me from the inside out as Tibby crawled closer to Morax and knelt before him.

My mate stood there, unmoving, as Tibby went to undo his belt.

I’m going to die. I couldn’t watch this.

It would tear my heart out. Jealous rage flooded my mind.

I hated that I was jealous. I knew this wasn’t her fault.

And how could Morax say no? But I just couldn’t watch this.

Angry tears burned my eyes as Darren continued to touch me everywhere, but I was numb to him in this moment.

My tunnel vision saw only Tibby’s shaking hands undoing the belt of my mate to suck his cock in front of me.

Morax’s hand suddenly snapped out and grabbed her wrist. I sucked in a breath as the room went silent.

“The bitch doesn’t deserve to suck cock.” His voice was foreign in this human form as he spoke slowly, his eyes on Tibby. He pulled out the gun strapped to his hip. “Suck my gun, slave.”

Laszlo watched as Tibby opened her mouth and slowly began sucking the barrel of the gun.

Tears filled her eyes as her head bobbed over the length of the gun.

Shame washed over me for my jealous thoughts.

Morax was saving us all from Laszlo’s demand, and yet Tibby still paid the price.

I hated this. I hated the Kings, and I wished they would all fucking die.

The three Obscuritas Kings chuckled at her misery.

Laszlo cleared his throat and ordered her to stop. “Enough for now, slave. Go to your cage and wait for the final instructions.”

Tibby stood and quickly left the room. Laszlo narrowed his eyes on my mate. Morax dropped his head, playing the obedient guard.

“While your idea was creative, I gave my slave a direct order and you forced her to disobey. Perhaps you would enjoy watching me punish her then?”

Morax nodded. “If you wish, sir.”

Laszlo stepped in closer. “Do not do something like that again.”

“Yes, sir.”

Darren chuckled in my ear, his breath fanning against my neck and making my skin crawl. “I want to watch her get punished. Don’t you, baby?”

I refused to respond. No matter what I’d say, he’d enjoy it too much. Darren grabbed my neck and turned me around to face him. His eyes had an evil glint to them I definitely did not like.

“It’s time to move you into my room. Samuel has given me some new toys.

As soon as your sister arrives, we’ll try them out.

” His grip on my neck tightened, preventing me from breathing.

“I cannot wait to hear you scream. I’ve been dying to see your pretty face all screwed up in pain.

It’s going to make fucking you so much more pleasurable for me.

I think that’s why I haven’t knocked you up yet. I need your screams.”