Page 8 of Fortune Academy: Year Three
Sealing the bond with Logan should have sent me to a pinnacle where everything became clear. My purpose, my potential, and my powers.
Yet, while satisfied and humming with power, I felt like something was missing.
Logan’s chest heaved as he stared up at the ceiling speckled with blue and red glittering stars. Our love-making had caramelized the mushrooms, giving the air a sweet tang to it while raw power drifted all around us.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, his tone relaxed as he stretched. “Fuck. I haven’t felt this amazing… well, ever.”
“Hmm,” I replied, not able to join him in his bliss, not when it still felt like a piece of me wasn’t complete.
Which only meant one thing.
I have another Virtue out there… somewhere.
He shifted onto his elbow. “What is it?” He trailed his finger down my arm, sending goosebumps in the wake of his touch. “Did I hurt you?”
The concern in his voice made me smile. I gave him a tender kiss. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want,” I assured him. “It was perfect.”
He sighed and tossed me my shirt. “Then why are you so… unenthusiastic? Not the reaction I was hoping for after claiming you.”
It felt nice to have a piece of my wolf inside of me. The primal, exciting connection made me feel alive, but too many other things were getting me down. “Some of my memories are coming back,” I admitted as I slipped my shirt over my head. I searched for the rest of my clothes and found them contaminated by blue dust. I shook them out as I spoke. “I remember this place.” It scared me that I would have memories of Hell. I hadn’t been… alive, when I was here. At the time, I wasn’t even really, well,me.
The Blood Stone hummed at my chest and I shivered with the realization that the memories coming back to me might not be my own.
“Did something bad happen in your past?” he asked, then scoffed. “What am I saying? Of course somethingbadhappened, but I meant like, really bad.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Unless there’s something else?”
I didn’t want to tell Logan about the possibility of another Virtue. The effects of the truth shrooms had burned out after bonding with my wolf, which was just as well.
For now, he should enjoy being my mate, because I’d meant it when I had claimed him just as he had claimed me. I put on my best smile. “I just was hoping to have some big revelation when I Awakened, you know? Like I’d shoot fire from my fingertips or gain the knowledge of the universe.”
He chuckled. “You’re so needy, princess. Not satisfied with the most powerful orgasm of your life?” He waggled his brows.
I put on the rest of my clothes before punching him in the gut, which didn’t do much and kind of felt like punching a brick wall.
A sweaty brick wall that I wanted to climb like a tree.
“Don’t call me that.”
Dante poked his head into the chamber and grinned. “Call you what?”
“Princess,” Logan answered. He gave me a knowing grin. Dante might not have made the connection of who I really was when it came to my Hellbound lineage, and if my wolf had any mercy he’d keep it that way. “She’s a royal brat sometimes, don’t you think?”
I balled up a wad of glowing blue moss and mushrooms and threw it at the wolf. “I am not!”
Dante laughed, but I could feel his appraising gaze over me. He studied the black blood trickling down my leg and the wound that had already started to heal. When his orange eyes met mine, I nodded.
I’m okay.
He crossed his arm before replying in my mind.You better be, or I’ll slice that wolf up into tiny little pieces and feed him to the spirits I just drove out of the tunnels.
Logan cracked his neck. “Just because you two have figured out how to speak privately doesn’t mean I can’t hear you whispering.” He scratched the back of his ear. “It’s irritating.”
Dante narrowed his eyes. “You just fucked her, so I’d say I’m allowed a little private conversation.”
Logan growled as he crouched, perching himself on his fingertips. “It wasn’t a simplefuck, you Neanderthal. Iclaimedmy mate. I’m just as much part of this mate-circle as you are now, so watch your fucking mouth.”
“Guys,” I snapped, not having the energy for this testosterone. “This isn’t a competition. I belong to both of you.” I made a point to meet Logan’s gaze, then Dante’s. “We’re all going to have to get used to this dynamic, but for now I’d appreciate it if you two would get along.” Logan bared his teeth and Dante went for his blade at his waist, making me roll my eyes. “Okay, maybe ‘getting along’ is a stretch. How about you two just don’t kill each other?”
“No promises,” Logan said.
