Page 31 of The Hellbeast's Betrayal

“So, what happened next?” I asked as we approached the arch, making me look at the female in a new light.

“I see you like my story telling.”

“Well, that’s what I get for falling in love with a biker HellBeast who reads,” I said, reminding him of our time in bed when I woke to find him reading The Great Gatsby. The second I said this, his features grew tender, before he stopped me, pulling me close and burying his face in my neck, growling,

“Fuck, but I can’t wait to get you alone to show you just how much I love you in return.”

I shivered, feeling his words shoot straight to my core. However, I still wasn’t ready to give up our banter.

“Aww, you gonna make me a daisy necklace?” I teased, making him bite my flesh until I yelped, before he soothed the sting with his tongue, quick to warn,

“Behave, Red.”

“Now where is the fun in that?” I questioned with a wink.

“Well, if you don’t mind having an audience, then neither do I, so come on, drop your pants, love.”

My eyes widened in embarrassment, making him burst out laughing.

“I am teasing you, Red,”he said, before taking my hand in his and pulling me alongside him.

“So come on, my educated Beastman, finish the story.”

“Where was I? I seem to have got distracted, in the best way,” he asked winking at me.

“Goddess of chastity,” I teased in return.

“Ah yes, well she was also the Goddess of hunting, wild animals, the moon, and a patron of childbirth.”

“Ironic that,” I muttered, making him chuckle.

“But Hippolytus’s love for Artemis was why he rejected his stepmother’s advances. Something she didn’t exactly take well.”

I groaned with a shake of my head, asking,

“Oh no, what did she do?”

“She became the villain in this story, because in her anger, Phaedra accuses Hippolytus of attempting to rape her.”

“Oh no she didn’t!” I shouted, outraged.

“She did, something that backfired greatly and cost her love his life,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh my God, so her husband killed him then?” I guessed.

“Of a sort, yes, as Theseus believed his wife and therefore cursed his own son with the help of the God Poseidon, who sent a sea monster to kill him.” I gasped at this and the poor man’s tragic end.

“That’s awful… and what happened to the spiteful bitch and evil stepmother?” I asked, needing to know the end of the story.

“She committed suicide.”

“Oh,” I muttered, looking up as we traveled through the arch, and I could see now what it was she was reaching down for. It wasn’t the waves like I first thought, but instead it was the man’s arm sticking up out of the waves stretching up.

“Baby,” he said in a sweet tone.

“Hmm?”

“You looked like I just kicked a wolf pup,” Jared said in a soft voice.

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