Page 206 of The Fallen Fae King

I memorize the noble’s face who threw the nut. He pales, drawing back. Then I memorize each face that my gaze rests upon.

When I take my revenge upon them, I shall tear them apart as only an animal can.

“It looks like they really don’t want us to win this fight.” Yara yanks futilely at the silver shackles that bind her wrists, which are identical to the ones that were slapped around every vampire fighter’s wrists, before we were thrust into Sun Arena. “On my heart, the cowards could have at least given us a chance.”

“Is it punishment for the escape attempt?” I must know if I caused this.

I wince, glancing at the shuffling band of vampires who are standing as close as they can to me, as if they still trust that I can save them, despite my failure of an escape attempt.

Yara shakes her head. “That was just one of Taran’s sadistic games. He wanted to break you by offering hope and then snatching it away. This is something else.”

“Do you believe what Taran told you yesterday when he came to our cell?” Ahm asks, carefully.

I stiffen. “I don’t believe anything he says.”

Yesterday, Taran enjoyed tormenting me with news about my Omega’s wedding.

He thought that it would hurt me.

He was wrong.

Taran rested his hand against the cell’s bars. “Monster, do you know what time it is?”

“If you can’t keep your own torture schedule straight, I can’t help you.”

Taran slammed his hand against the bars in fury. “Will you sound so insolent when I tell you that right at this moment, your Omega and Blood Lover are being crowned as Emperor and Empress? That they’re being married to your enemy?”

I simply gave a cool smile, while inside I rejoiced. “Didn’t you tell me that they had been made consorts? That a fae and wolf would never be taken as a true bride and groom?”

Taran looked taken aback, before he spun away.

Then he called over his shoulder, before he was swallowed by the dungeon’s shadows, “Fuck you, psycho. I’m done trying to break you. How can you break something that is already broken? At least I can enjoy watching you die tomorrow in the Imperial Games. Didn’t I say? Your nestmates requested your death as their wedding gift.”

Just for a moment at his words, every demon of my past that Void Devil had preyed upon — rejection, abandonment, and betrayal — roared through me.

But then, I remembered that my King and Queen were my sunshine.

I held faith and trust in them.

Then I had felt her kiss and bite on my skin over the Ankh mark, and I had known that I would always be right to do so.

Aurelius hadn’t rejected them as consorts. He had honored them as he should have, which pleased me. If he hadn’t, then by the Shadow Devils, I would have torn off his knot myself.

During their wedding night, Yara and Ahm gave me space, understanding how difficult it would be for me.

On my own side of the cell, I clung to the warped crown.

My hunger and pain were nothing, but my loneliness ached through me down to my fangs.

Now I knew what it was like to share a nest, even for the shortest time, I needed that feeling again.

I shook, clutching the crown to my chest.

Then I felt the kisses on my Ankh mark start up again, followed by bites, and crashing waves of pleasure.

I curled around myself, as my cock hardened.

They were sharing their wedding night with me.