Page 101 of Bitten By the Fae
“How the fuck did this happen?” I shouted, springing off the bed and trying to get as far away from her as possible. “How did you trick me?”
“I didn’t!”
“The hell you didn’t,” I snapped, starting to pace. “I wouldn’t bond you willingly.” I had a duty to my kingdom, to my people, that always came first. And I knew better than to allow an Earth Fae to initiate a fucking mating bond.
I was the future king.
A royal.
A damn powerful Midnight Fae.
“You tricked me somehow,” I accused her.
I just didn’t know how or when. Perhaps it’d all been a ploy from the beginning. A ruse to seduce me into something wicked. That would explain the pull.
“Was this your plan all along?” I demanded as another thought quickly followed, one that threatened to pull me into a murderous state. “Did Shade put you up to this?”
“What? No!”
“Then why would you do this? Are you working with him? Trying to bring shame to my family? To me? To destroy my reign before it even begins?”
Her lower lip wobbled, her blue eyes spitting fire as she scrambled upward on the bed. “Fuck you, Kols!”
“Been there, done that, princess,” I retorted, livid with myself for my stupidity. I gripped the back of my neck, took in the sight on the bed again, and turned away before I did something idiotic like light it on fire. “Get out.” The words slipped from my lips before I could take them back. Then it struck me how right the demand was, how much I needed her to leave right this fucking second before I killed her.
Because that was the immediate solution—her death.
It’d break the bond.
It’d shatter Shade.
It’d be a fitting punishment for all parties involved, myself included because I suspected losing her would hurt me as well, thanks to this foreign shit she’d put inside my chest.
I growled and palmed my pec. “Fucking get out, Aflora,” I demanded, needing her as far away from me as possible before I did something I couldn’t take back.
“And go where?” she asked, her voice suddenly much quieter than before.
The temptation to look at her, to apologize, hit me so swiftly that I snarled. Because fuck that. She didn’t deserve my concern. She’d trapped me in her forbidden web and ensured I couldn’t leave without significant pain to us both!
I hated her.
Loathed her fucking existence.
Wished I’d never met her.
“Get out!” I shouted, uncaring of how deranged I sounded. Molten lava boiled in my veins, my power increasing by thesecond. If she didn’t fucking leave, I’d explode and she’d bear the brunt of that eruption.
Her sob pierced my ears.
I ignored her.
Too focused on the mounting anger threatening to shred us both.
I barely noticed her running past me in a pair of pants and a shirt, didn’t once consider how she’d dressed so quickly, and instead knelt on the floor to unleash the power that threatened my very existence. Flames erupted throughout every inch of her room, destroying the evidence of our fucking, and eating through all her belongings in a thorough sweep of power.
Objects could be replaced.
I’d figure it out later.
