“That’s wonderful!” Krillian beamed before his smile faded at the sight of my mother’s sour expression. “Isn’t it?”
“No, darling, it’s not fucking wonderful!Your sonhas mated with a fucking witch!”
I was always someone else’s son when I upset her, when in reality, none of us knew which of her mates had sired me.
“Oh.” Krillian straightened immediately. “Then what would you like me to do to fix this, my love?” Unlike Daresh, Krillian would do whatever it took to keep my mother happy. Daresh would never go against her, but he wouldn’t hurt me either.
Krillian had always been more pragmatic. He understood my mother better, and he knew keeping her happy was in his best interest.
“Take Malakai to the dungeon cave. I need time to figure out how to break the bond without killing him.” Krillian’s ruddy cheeks blanched, but he nodded.
“Of course, my love. Your wish is my command.”
“Sirius!”
The vizier stuck his head around the door, bowing low in his customary ass-kissing way.
“Yes, my queen?”
“My office, now!” Mother swept out, leaving my fathers behind. Daresh stepped back and stared at the floor while Krillian paced up and down.
This was fucking ridiculous. I needed a plan, and fast. Once Krillian locked me in the dungeon cave, I couldn’t escape. The sea witch’s wards prevented that. Only the reigning monarch and her consorts had the power to open and close the gate.
Krillian and Daresh were both loyal. I had to leave now, or I’d be trapped for as long as it took my mother to come up with a viable plan.
I ran for the exit, hoping to catch my fathers unaware. Daresh did nothing to stop me, but Krillian slammed his magic into me, freezing me on the spot.
“I can’t let you leave, Kai,” he said regretfully. “I’m sorry, son, but try not to worry. Your mother will find a way to fix this.”
“You can’t let her break the mate bond; my mate might die!” I cared little about my own life, but Raven didn’t deserve such a fate. But my pleas fell on deaf ears.
Krillian snapped a pair of cuffs on my wrists and dragged me to the cave below the palace, where my mother imprisoned the most dangerous political prisoners.
One of whom was apparently her son.
The son whose life she was willing to sacrifice to maintain her grip on the throne.
48
Raven
“You’ve never been to a nightclub?” From Zane’s expression, you’d think I’d just admitted to eating kittens for breakfast. Why was he so surprised? Not all witches loved to party.
Okay, so maybe ninety-nine percent of witches loved to party, and Glynda and I were statistical outliers since we both preferred a good book or a Witchflix binge.
“My poor sweet witch.” Zane sighed. “Since I’m a caring, sharing mate,” he winked at Maverick while emphasizing the word sharing, “I consider it my duty to educate you on the joys of sex clubs.”
I choked while flushing hot enough to light a fire. “It’s a sex club?”
“Which part of orgy room didn’t you understand?” Alaric scoffed before rolling his eyes and stalking away with his phone.
My blush deepened. Zane slid closer and took my hand in his.
“No need to be embarrassed, pet. I’ll make sure you’re perfectly safe and well taken care of.”
“In the orgy room?”
Maverick growled. “Nobody gets to see my mate but me.” Zane tapped his foot in annoyance. “And her other mates,” my bear added somewhat reluctantly. By the stars, my bear was a possessive alpha. He hated sharing me. Poor Maverick.
