Page 98 of The Tenth Muse

It wasn’t long after she said my name that she shattered, a flood of hot, sticky cum filling me and then gushing out as she swelled and knotted my pussy.

I sobbed, elated, and it wasn’t long until we found ourselves curled into each other, her knot connecting our bodies, our hearts beating as one.

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Brielle

The next morning,Fawn rested on my chest, her soft arms, shapely hips, and full breasts boxing me in firmly on our bed of wildflowers and fresh spring grass. I breathed in her earthy scent and sighed—she smelled like a warm summer breeze, the crispness of freshly plucked apples, and a hint of honey so sweet it melted on my tongue as if it were real, sweeter than her juices now dry and crusted on my lips.

I couldn’t even bring myself to find it gross, satisfied that I had sated Fawn’s need so thoroughly she passed out. She just smelled of everything good and from the soil. She was so pure and sweet and truthful. She deserved the world. My omega didn’t deserve the treachery in my heart. She didn’t deserve to be harmed for my gain.

I don’t deserve her.

The thought struck me like a bolt of lightning on a clear summer day, dragging me abruptly away from the sweetness of our solitude, the world hazy from our post-mating bliss.

I knew what I had to do. I knew it with a certainty that stole my breath away. It physically hurt to think of parting with Fawn. I couldn’t begin to imagine how much and how long my soulwould ache when I could no longer hold my omega. But to save her, I had to first save myself.

She startled, and I smoothed the wrinkles from her forehead.

“Bri …” she murmured, a smile overtaking her sleepy features before she drifted off again, “I love?—”

I silenced her with a kiss, dragging her up the length of my body. She shuddered, my grip on her arms tightening as my omega moaned into my mouth, nudging my thigh with her slick lower lips. I held back tears as I pulled away, kissing her forehead, her horns perfectly curved to frame my face as if I were made to rest there, becauseI wasmeant to rest there and be with my omega forever.

But I couldn’t, so I wouldn’t listen to those words coming from her lips. One day, she’d bury my pathetic mortal life away. No matter how long it took, I knew that another would eventually replace me. An immortal couldn’t have one fated mate after all; they lived too many lifetimes unless they mated a fellow god.

Fawana, however, would be my one and only omega until I died. She would always be mine in my heart. My greatest mistake.

Lying her on the ground, I stood and watched her for a while. Stretched out and laid bare, she seemed too beautiful now. The otherworldliness settled into my bones as I etched her memory into my mind, reminding me that I was a mortal and that our encounter was fleeting. She may only love me because I opened her eyes to an alpha’s desire for the first time. She would recover, especially if I succeeded last night in seeding her. We’d been at it for hours. I had to hope a rut and heat would be enough to create a new life.

I held onto this lie with all my might.

It didn’t take long for me to reach the cottage, ransacking every corner of our cozy home to remove every trace of myexistence in the enchanted realm of Wolveria Forest. Then, I tore myself away from this reality, pushing it aside as if it were a distant dream, and ran towards civilization. Back to my homeland. To my band of brothers and sisters. To stop the man who meant to slaughter my blissfully unaware goddess bride.

I couldn’t sacrifice her. I could not live with myself if I did. So I took her place instead.

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Fawn

I awokecold and alone despite the warmth of Solara’s blessing beaming down on me, my arms empty of my beloved alpha mistress. Fear laced me, wondering if Brielle had gone to bathe and slipped down the cliff, plummeting to her death. She was often clumsy in silly ways when she let her guard down, and she was still in the haze of her rut. Endless possibilities raced through my mind as I pushed myself to my hooves and skipped towards our cottage door, the momentum bringing me from the meadow to the living room in no time.

Empty.Maddeningly empty.

I searched for any sign of life, my anxiety mounting with each room I turned over as I noticed little things missing. The finely carved hairbrush she brushed through her dark coils every morning was gone, and the run-over boots she pulled on to weed the gardens were missing; even my alpha’s poorly crafted loom of flowers had disappeared from our bedside, created when Brielle tried to adopt my hobbies.

She’d just …vanished,like a ghost who passed through unseen.

A shuddering breath eclipsed the sound of my panting breaths, and before I knew it, I was sobbing like an actual fawn, a lost little child unable to comprehend being left behind. She wouldn’t have left me, not without a reason, not after worshiping every inch of my body and conveying her love for me wordlessly all through the night, into the wee hours of the day. I didn’t believe it. So, that left only one option: she had to go by force.

What force compelled her didn’t matter to me. I now had three tasks to track down my runaway bride.

Breathe. Hunt. Claim.

As an herbivore kindred, I wasn’t used to prowling for prey, but I was an excellent tracker and would follow her footsteps with ease.

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