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Yet all my instincts are firing in a way I’ve never experienced. However, I’m Alpha enough to know what it means.
Hunt. Bite. Rut.
Blowing out a breath, I leave the bathroom and head directly to the communications console built into the wall. “Call Reaper,” I demand.
“Calling Reaper,” the system confirms.
The male in question appears a beat later, his crazy silver-blue eyes dancing over me with interest. “Have you invited me over for a shag?”
I growl at him. “Does it look like I have a fucking female here to share with you?”
He shrugs. “She could be lounging about in your bed already.” He sits up, revealing his own bed behind him. “Is she a brunette, perchance? I’ve been craving one all week. Specifically one with dizzying dark eyes and full, pouty lips.”
His gaze takes on a dreamy quality that almost chases away the chaotic shadows swirling in his hypnotic irises.
“I want to spar,” I tell him, cutting off his fantasy. “I need to kill something.”
“You mean someone,” he murmurs. “Me, perhaps?”
“You do look good dead.”
He grins. “Why, thank you, Orcus. I think so, too. But you know, Flame is part Corpse Fae. He makes a pretty sexy zombie.”
I snort. “I’ll call him just so you can say that to his face.”
“Well, now, if you do that, he’ll be the one killing me, not you. Defeats the goal of your sparring plans, yeah?”
He’s not wrong, but… “I’ll enjoy watching someone die almost as much as I’ll enjoy killing someone myself.”
His eyebrows rise. “Someone has well and truly pissed you off. Care to share the details? I’ll happily devour a soul for you, brother.”
Brotheris a term Reaper uses affectionately. Usually, I like it. Right now, I just need him to stop talking and get his tattooed ass over here. “Come over and we’ll talk. I think our mission to the Human Realm just got more complicated.”
Because it’s not just my mother we need to find now, but potentially my Omega mate as well.
CHAPTER SIX
ALINA
Monsters Night
My eyelashes haveblack paint on them.
My lips are bright red.
And my hair… I… I don’t even know…
Nope. There are no words to describe the feathered monstrosity on my head. I hate it almost as much as the garment suffocating my rib cage.
A corset, the lady called it.It’s the current fashion.
Like I give a racoon’s behind aboutfashion.
But apparently the monsters are into this. They want all their potential brides and grooms to be dolled up for a night out, as though we’re being courted, not hunted.
I run my palms along my smooth skirt, the sleek blue fabric unlike anything I’ve ever touched before.
“What is this?” I asked one of the ladies helping to dress me.
