Page 45 of Is It Wrong to Escape My Fate? (Dealing With Fate #1)

I didn’t have to wonder long, because he gripped my thighs and thrust to the hilt, a gasp coming out of me. He stilled as his golden eyes assessed my body. Then he mumbled a chant, and a warm, subtle glow erupted in my abdomen, vanishing a second later.

He cast me a contraceptive spell through his dick. The knowledge was both amusing and strangely impressive.

And then he fucked me like a wild beast.

My bed creaked with the intensity of his thrusts, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The feel of his cock hitting the right places inside was so good.

So good so good so good. My moans echoed in my room, and I briefly wondered if my knights and Mia could hear me, but all thoughts flew out the window when Elias growled low between thrusts, “Mine. Ela. Mine. You’re mine. ”

Yes.

He ground his hips against my clit, slamming hard over and over until I came again. He followed me after, one final thrust before he paused, panting over me, his eyes lighting up for a moment before it faded.

“Finally,” he laughed in between deep breaths, grinning. “I’ve claimed you. Thank you.”

Did he just thank me for fucking me? I should be the one thanking him because I really needed that.

Giving me a long, deep kiss, he pulled out and headed for the bathroom to get something to clean us up.

As I lay there in the dark, my room only lit up by the ambient light from outside, I could still feel the mysterious watcher around.

They stayed the entire time we were having sex.

I liked to think they enjoyed the show, like all the times I made myself come alone.

Elias didn’t stay long after that. I cuddled with him after he cleaned me up, but he had to return to the forest sooner. I was alone in my bed again, very, very much awake, my mind running a mile a minute.

And I sat up in shock, because I just, just realized there was one giant flaw with my escape plan. It was about to be two months since I was transported here, and it never crossed my mind, not even once.

Fucking cleared my head. Funny, that.

If I — Bianca Guzman, in Beatrix Gadreel’s body — attempted to teleport away from this realm, would I bring along this body? Or only my soul or consciousness would return to my world?

Would I disappear completely from this world?

I had always assumed it would only affect me, since it was only me who was brought here. Didn’t it follow that when I returned, it would only be me, too?

Then, after my escape, OG Bea’s soul would return too? Wasn’t that how it worked? That made perfect sense to me!

But the universe never cared about sense, logic, or morality.

If I successfully teleported away and brought this body with me, then what happened to my previous body?

What would happen here when Bea suddenly disappears for an eternity without a trace?

Would I be erased from everybody’s mind, as if I didn’t exist?

Or would it be like a mysterious disappearance, and the family and friends who cherished me would suffer?

If I didn’t bring along the body, then would Bea’s soul even return? Or would this body be a soulless shell? I always assumed she was here with me , together in this body, because I could hear her thoughts and opinions and memories!

Or was it really her, or just … me?

There were too many things I had never thought before. Too many possibilities I never considered, too many obstacles and questions that needed answers.

I don’t think I can do this on my own.

But asking for help was a death sentence.

What were the odds someone would believe me in the first place?

And if they did believe me, what about the possibility of being branded as an aberration — a demon?

Extermination was more likely. What about the fact they’d reject helping me because it might also mean I’d disappear forever?

Today, when faced with the prospect of being taken away from the academy, murder came naturally to them.

And that’s only because of relocation! I would be alive and safe in our barony!

But completely vanishing for the rest of their lives?

There wasn’t an ounce of chance they’d help me in exchange for losing Bea .

Even my brother dedicated his entire education to saving sickly people like me, but that didn’t mean he’d be willing to let me go!

I had to figure out what had happened to Bea first. That should have been my priority.

What happened to her, and consequently, how did I get here? When I figure that out, then maybe, possibly, I’d form a more coherent plan than just teleporting away.

Goddammit.

Fuck!

I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be thinking these things.

I should be in my stupidly small apartment, trying to budget the little money I make from my cashier job, attending freshman year in Software Dev.

I should be playing MMOs in my free time, hanging out in bars, fucking random dudes while trying to find another boyfriend.

I should be tapping on my old phone, browsing memes, watching cat videos and arguing in social media comments.

I had a life! It was a stupid, shit life, but it was mine!

I didn’t belong here.

I never belonged.

And I was living a lie, in a body that wasn’t my own, pretending I was someone else.

But this body was mine. Always had been.

Shut up!

I was Bea. I am Bea. My name was Bea —

Bianca —

Beatrix Gadreel —

Guzman —

Havenglow.

I was so fucked. Holy shit!

“Sorry for the intrusion, but I can’t stand it anymore,” a voice rasped beside me, taking me out of my head.

A tall, beautiful man stood there in the dim light, with bright silver eyes and long, black hair that went down to his hips.

He looked pained as he sat on my bed, and he reached out with both hands, pulling my hands out of my hair.

Hands that had been gripping my head so hard that pink hair strands fell when I moved, my palms reddened.

He placed them on my lap before he let go to wipe away the tears from my cheeks.

Tears? Had I been crying?

“Who are you?” I asked anyway despite the strange sting in my throat.

“Felix,” he muttered, thumbing away unshed tears from my eyes. “And you’re Bea.”

He didn’t look like a student, nor a school staff, with his loose-fitting robe and pants. He was in his pajamas, which made sense since it was probably three in the morning.

“But how did you get here?” I had to ask, because for all the talk from the administration that they spelled the dorms to be safe and protected, a lot of men had already barged in unstopped by the wards at all. Although they did say it would let in people I trusted.

I had never met this man before, so how could I have trusted him?

“My Unique let me,” he admitted with a smug grin. “But don’t tell anyone that.”

So it was possible to bypass wards if you had the right Unique, since Unique triumphed over magic, which the spells were made of.

I stared at his face, trying to recall if he was one of my classmates in case he was a Compton in the making, but the easiness of his presence comforted me instead. A strange yet familiar feeling …

It clicked. “Are you the one watching me?” In the dark, whenever I was alone.

He startled. “You felt it?”

Nodding, I explained, “I can feel a presence whenever I’m alone like this. Just watching. Waiting for something? Apparently it’s a cute guy. Creepy but not creepy because cute.”

He chuckled, thumbing another wayward tear from my face. “Did you just say your inner thoughts out loud?”

“Maybe?” My brain was empty. I had no idea what I was doing or saying anymore.

He laughed a little more before schooling a serious expression. “I’m the Guardian of the Realm.”

Oh.

“My work involves watching over and protecting the realm from any anomalies.”

Oh, no.

Felix stroked my hair away from my face. “I’ve been watching you since you arrived almost two months ago.”

I gulped, trembling, but he held me in place, clutching my arms.

He knew the truth about me.

“Don’t be alarmed. I won’t hurt you.” He tried to calm me, but all I could think of was getting reported to the Kingdom, my men’s looks of disgust as they realized I wasn’t who they thought I was, my parents’ and my brother’s sadness as they discovered their daughter and sister wasn’t herself, and Mia, who had been with me from the very start, feeling betrayed.

He stroked my hair again, but I couldn’t control the flinch when he touched my head. As he let me go, he looked like he pitied me; the best reaction I could hope for from someone like him.

“I have no intention of putting you in harm’s way,” he clarified, placing his hands on his lap where I could see them. “Let me help you.”

“Won’t it be easier if you just get rid of me?” I muttered bitterly. Why did it matter if I was going to die anyway?

“My duty is to maintain the balance and normalcy within the realm, no matter what it takes,” he sighed; I could already feel the burden of his responsibility.

“And it is of the utmost secrecy. Revealing your otherworldliness would violate that completely.” He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, sighing again.

“Might very well break the world, actually.”

I combed a hand through my hair, frowning at the strands falling off. “I’m just a girl.”

“A girl that can start and end wars,” he chuckled.

I don’t believe that.

But I did believe Felix was some kind of Guardian, someone who was tasked to take care of problems like my existence. I did feel a presence observing me even from when I was still in Baybluff, the travel to Aerahelm, that time at the inn when a voice whispered to me …

He was sincere in his offer; he wanted to help me, and I needed it. Even for just someone to vent to. The one person, the only person, really, who could understand my situation.

“I accept your offer, Felix,” I held out my hand.

He took it, shaking it once. “We shall be friends, traveler.”

I snorted. Traveler, indeed.