Page 231 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

At one time, I’d have called the shots, chosen our guards, but this time I stood aside while he handled it.

Achar was swift, calling out names until five gargoyles stood before us.

“This is one of the Queen’s men and a former leader of our kind. He holds a higher rank than I do.”

Achar’s announcement was met with all five of the guards folding their wings and bowing their heads in a show of respect and deferment to my rank.

This time, I returned the gesture. It felt like something Harlow would do and if they protected my mate, then they deserved my respect. I wanted to become the commander they deserved.

Helheim was changing and we’d change with it.

“Now we return to the castle. You won’t be coming back here, grab what you need,” I told them.

They flew away, returning several minutes later with packs in their hands.

The gargoyles flew behind us as we headed for the castle. The entire time, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to go back to Dark Haven, even temporarily.

Once the portal closed, would we ever return again? Earth and Helheim would be balanced again, the gods off our backs, and we’d have to find whatever life we wanted to live here.

Could Harlow be happy living in Helheim for good?

Harlow

The Castle

Mediating Elkanand Drake was like talking to a fucking wall. It only took five minutes to realize there wasn’t much I could do to force them to talk. They either weren’t ready or too stubborn to try.

“Look. I have a lot to figure out and I didn’t want you going into this battle with regrets. We don’t know what we’re going to face on the other side. So, make peace with whatever this is between you.”

They looked at me but I stood and walked out, leaving the two demons to either talk or stare at the floor. I no longer cared.

Roman was waiting in the hallway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the far wall, eyebrows raising at the slam of the door behind me.

“How did it go?” he questioned.

“Awful, as expected,” I said with a shrug. “What are you doing out here?”

He rubbed his chest and winced. “I could feel your frustration,” he admitted. “It was uncomfortable, so I came out here to wait for you, to see if I could do anything to help.”

A grin spread across my face. “Are you offering me a little stress relief?” I asked. He barked out a laugh and wiggled his thick eyebrows.

“I absolutely am now,” he agreed, already sweeping me up in his arms and stalking down the hall. He pushed open a door to a random room with a table and chairs in the center. Roman cleared the chairs with a kick of his foot so he could put me on the table.

He stepped back long enough to rip his clothes off. My eyes were glued to every inch of skin he revealed.

Roman had always been fit, but now his muscles rippled with every movement he made. His skin was darker now, tinted gray, but he still looked like himself, which I loved.

His dark hair was short and styled the same, his face similar, though sharper now that he was literally carved from stone.

And his cock?

It could rival Monty’s.

I was suddenly very glad to no longer be human. They couldn’t break me now.

My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed in deep, letting his fiery scent and alpha musk hit me, my body responding with a fresh wave of slick trickling down my thighs.

Roman watched me with the same level of desperation. It was reassuring that they still found me as attractive as I found them.

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