Page 91 of The Fallen Fae King

At a nod from me, Ignatius and Aquila flank her.

“My apologies, but I have my orders.” Ignatius rests the flat blade of his sword at the hollow of Freya’s back, careful not to cut her. “Please leave with me now. I will escort you back to the royal nest. You can eat and rest.”

Freya shakes with fury, meeting my gaze across the length of the room. “Your orders.” I stare at her in silence. “I’m not leaving my Alphas.”

“Go with him, my dear,” Lanlin says without looking around.

He doesn’t want her to witness his humiliation, while I don’t want her to see what needs to be done. I need her to be safe if anything goes wrong.

I am surprised that despite being betrayed, Lanlin still feels the same.

I should have known just how devoted he would be. It will wreck him to be parted from Freya, which will be my true revenge on him.

“Aye, after our fun night, you need a rest.” Daire stands, smoothing down the feathers on his wings. “I’ll join you soon, right?”

He doesn’t believe that, and neither does Freya.

Agonized, she stares between her three Alphas.

“Aurelius,” she begs. “Please…”

Stony-faced, I command, “Put out fresh clothes for my Queen and water for her to wash the blood and sand from the Shadow Vampire’s kingdom off her skin. She is home now, where she belongs.”

Lanlin winces, but he still adds, “We swore that our bond was for eternity. I vowed that I would love you until the stars burn from the sky and the sky itself was forgotten. Do you believe that anything that is said to me or done to me will make me stop loving you?”

Freya’s eyes glisten with tears. “I vowed that I chose you as my pack, and I protect my pack.”

“Then do that by keeping yourself safe.”

There is strength to Lanlin’s words, along with a flood of pheromones so powerful that Freya sways.

Ignatius instantly sheathes his sword, while his Omega grabs Freya by the arm.

“I can stay with you until you are settled,” Aquila offers.

“I will see you both again soon. I love you.” Freya’s voice wavers.

“We’ll just have a little conversation here. Go stuff your face with cakes and grab some beauty sleep.” Daire gestures at his ravens, and the largest one flies to perch on his shoulder.

He shifts just enough to ensure no dawn sun can trickle through from the window onto Lanlin’s skin.

Ignatius grabs Freya’s other arm, and together with his Omega, he marches her out of the room.

The further that she is from my uncle, the more relaxed I am.

I only trust Ignatius to guard her and keep her safe.

I let out a relieved breath.

Freya didn’t reject our bond.

Not yet.

Now, I can do what needs to be done.

Daire glances around the room at the spilled wine and drawn swords. “Well, it looks like we missed another brilliant party.”

“It’s only just starting.” War hurls down her sword with a clank, before prowling down the dais to Lanlin. “This is for Vic.”