Page 79 of Betrothed in Fury
I beat the haunting memories back to the past where they belong, wishing it were as easy to push my mother out of my life.
“Soon,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Soon?”
My siblings don’t understand my disdain for her, especially not her precious Wrath. But she planned to kill him that day, same as the rest of us. The day she lost her mind.
“Yes,” I say, “and that’s the one person I expect you not to reveal it to before I’m ready, and you have no reason to because you won’t be visiting her before me, got it?”
Despite what she did, we’re all still in contact with her, however minimal, which is more than she deserves. Wrath doesn’t exactly run off to tell her the latest family gossip, so if he chooses to do it now, it’d be a deliberate attempt to go against me.
But I will have to tell our egg donor at some point. She’s blood, after all. Blood is everything. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t excise her from our lives any more than I could extract parts of my DNA with a blood withdrawal.
I wait for Wrath to respond to my request, but his gaze wavers, so I push to my feet, rapidly approaching him. He stands tall, the idiot, clearly willing to get his ass beat again, and though reasonably, I know he’d beat mine, I’d still take a few shots at that pretty, mostly healed-up mug. I grip his arm. “Tell me you understand and won’t say anything to Mom. I have the right to be the one to tell her. You can tell anyone else.”
“She’s gonna find out, so you should visit her soon.”
“I will. We just need time to get through this, and then I’ll head down to Misery.” Misery, Georgia, is where the Recourse islocated, the facility where guys like us can make problems like Mom disappear.
“Now say you won’t tell her,” I press.
He raises his hands in a defensive stance. “Okay, okay. I will avoid Mom until you’ve told her the news, but you know she’s gonna want to know if you’re in love.”
“That’s not really an option for us,” I reply, earning another confused look from Wrath, but I don’t have much sympathy for his confusion because my life has been nothing but confusion the past few weeks.
He yanks his arm free of my grip. “Regardless of what you think, Mom loves us.”
“And regardless of whatyouthink, if it were up to her, we’d all already be dead.” He can’t fight me on that one because he knows it’s true.
But whether I like it or not, I’ll have to face that monster once again.
28
KILLIAN
Death day hascome for Wilmore’s uprising.
The Lordes and Wildes have spent the past week weeding out what remains of his sick plan to avenge his family’s extinction. In the meantime, Logan and I have spent nights together, sharing blissful experiences like the ones we shared on the floor of my study.
By Friday, the last of the men we searched for is killed, and we share a celebratory fuck.
He likes it rough.
He likes it to hurt, but only just enough.
He likes to be taken.
And bred.
As he lies across the bed, his wrists tied to the headboard slats, he catches his breath in a way that’s becoming familiar to me. I push up close to him, pressing my abs against his side as I force another kiss.
“I can definitely get used to this,” I whisper into his mouth, thinking that soon, he really will be mine to possess entirely.
He snickers, a reprieve from the intensity I’m used to with him, especially in passion-filled moments.
I admire his figure, the perfect shape of his body, which I’m learning is in no small part due to his dedication to his fitness, the time he spends running in the courtyard and working out in our fitness center.
I move my hand down his body, the muscles that feel so good to caress and grip on to when I fuck him. My touch settles wherehis cum is pooled in his navel, and I enjoy each rise and fall of his abdomen as he takes steadying breaths.
