Page 15 of The Hellbeast's Betrayal

“I knew that her soul was linked to this realm, yes, but not that she was a bloody princess of it and, like I said, no, I couldn’t fucking tell you,” Marcus admitted irritably. Half of me wanted to punch him, and the other half felt sorry for his oracle arse.

“Okay, okay, no need to get your micro cock in a twist,” my brother jabbed.

“Pretty sure that’s an oxymoron right there. Carry on and I will happily exchange your meat-head nickname for another…emphasis on the moron part,”Marcus threw back, making me roll my eyes, as here we were once again.

“Whatever, pencil dick,” my brother muttered, each of them trying to get the last word.

“Can’t twist a pencil either.”

“Try me… here, let me try on your neck.”

I groaned but before I could tell them to knock it off, I felt Lerna approach.

“Er, are they always like this?” Lerna asked, making me sigh as I glanced down at her.

The sight told a story of a woman who had clearly been through an ordeal. Her light-grey tunic was patched with dirt, the long panels, front and back, torn around the edges. This, along with her trousers, that were torn at the knees, and boots scuffed as if she had been dragged. She also looked fucking cold, even with her husband’s jacket still draped over her, one that dwarfed her slight frame.

“Ever since Marcus walked into my club,” I said, answering her question.

“Not to worry though, they secretly like each other, they just show it with threats instead of hugs,” I added, winking at her and making her giggle.

Not exactly the exchange I thought we would be having so soon, but after all she had told me, then I couldn’t find it in me to blame her anymore. Not considering everything she had done for Ella. So, in that, we were on the same page. And as long as that page didn’t include stealing Ella off to some place I couldn’t reach, then peace between us would continue.

And speaking of continuing, I was more than ready to leave the freezing wasteland behind. Not because I was cold, as thankfully my HellBeast blood would have thawed a glacier or melted an iceberg. Although Marcus wasn’t faring quite as well, seeing as he kept shivering, complaining about the cold and worried that his balls would freeze off. Every time he tugged his jacket closer around him, my brother smirked, so at least someone was enjoying themselves.

As for me, my mind kept playing out everything Lerna had told me. All the what if’s sending me crazy, making me ask myself if this was really what Fate had planned. But the main question was…

To what end?

A war raged within me, as on one hand, knowing it would make it harder for Garmr to find her made me happy as fuck that Ella’s powers had been taken from her. I also knew that if he did find her, he wouldn’t be able to turn her into some mindless fucking puppet or a slave to his ambitions for Armageddon. But on the other side of that damn coin, she was out there alone and without any means to protect herself.

Gods, but memories of Germany kept coming back to haunt me. It had been shortly after the car crash, and yet another time she hadn’t done as she was told. I swear it was like the girl had a score card she was secretly getting stamped.

Of course, at the time I couldn’t say I was surprised. Not considering all she was going through when seeing a whole bunch of biker HellBeasts fighting in the street. But it had meant that by the time I found her, she had a HellHound about to clamp his jaws around her and drag her sexy arse to Hell. Or at least try to, as unbeknown to Garmr at the time, due to her medical condition, it meant her blood was mortal enough to prevent that from happening.

As for me, Gods, but I had lost my ever-loving mind, tearing into that thing and no doubt scaring the shit out of her. And then what had I done, chased her down and fucking kissed her. I swear, when I looked back to how I acted and all the shit I pulled, it was a fucking miracle the girl loved me. That she agreed to be my wife and not kick my arse to the curb. Although, she had tried a few times, but lucky for me, I was a stubborn bastard, so there was no way I was letting the girl go. I knew, deep down, that she loved me.

Now did I deserve her? Probably not.

Did I care if I did…?Shit no.

She was mine and that was that.

“Can I ask what you’re smiling at?” Lerna asked, her sweet voice no longer tugging at my heart the way it once would have. No, I liked my Chosen One with fire in their blood and sass in their bones.I fucking loved my Ella.

“Just thinking about my girl,” I told her, making her grin.

“You really love her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, and no offence to my current company, but can’t say I have ever loved anyone more than her,” I told her. Not holding back.

“Hey, I heard that!” Orth shouted, making me smirk.

“You’re my fucking brother, idiot, can’t marry your Black arse,” I pointed out wryly.

“Not when I am too good for your white ass!” he shouted back, making me laugh. Lerna laughed too before the conversation took us back to Ella.

“I’m truly happy for you, for both of you, as I know how much she loves you also.”

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