Page 124 of Bride of Death

I force myself to take another sip of bloodpagne, my mind barely registering that I’ve almost finished the glass.

All I can see is Maliki’s tongue as he swirls it around my mate’s clit.

All I can hear is her responding whimpers.

All I cantasteis slick-scented air.

I adjust myself again and set my glass to the side.

Then I try to focus on Serapina’s beautiful heart-shaped face again. So unlike Persephone’s oval-shaped one. Even their lips are different.

Yet I sense my soul’s mate inside this stunning human.

It’s a conundrum I don’t understand, and it has me wondering if this… is wrong.

Can I lust for a woman that is so very different from my mate? Or is it allowed since she’s a reincarnated version of my true mate?

Are they one and the same?

I fist my hands at my sides.

There’s still a small sliver of hope inside me that this female is lying, that Persephone has been there all along.

But as she clutches at Maliki and bows up off the bed, that sliver melts away.

My lips part in awe at the display before me, the way Serapina’s back arches, presenting her tits. The way she moans another man’s name. The way she shakes, like she’s lost all control.

And the way her eyes…remain closed.

That’s the action that tells me everything I need to know.

Persephone always loved to see the stars when she climaxed. As a result, her eyes… were always open.

I swallow, my chest suddenly tight.

Her soul is here. I sense it. Feel it.Know it.

But this woman, this human…isn’t my Persephone.

She possesses my mate’s soul.

However, Serapina isn’t my mate.

She’s not my wife.

She’s not mine.

Which is a serious fucking problem.

Because that orgasm she just experienced rippled through my Alpha senses like a fucking beacon. And it had nothing to do with me being in the room beside her.

I would have felt that pull from twenty realms away.

An Omega has just come into her prime.

It’s a notorious call, one I haven’t felt in over two thousand years.

And every Mythos Fae Alpha in existence just sensed it, too.

“We’re about to have company,” I say to Maliki, rolling out of bed.

He must sense the urgency in my tone because he pulls his mouth away from Serapina’s pussy and looks at me. “What kind of company?” he asks, his tone as serious as ever despite my soulmate’s slick dripping from his chin.

I hold his gaze, my jaw tightening. “Alphacompany.”

And my wards are not built to handle their style of aggression.

Which means we only have one choice.

We need to run.