Page 61 of The Fallen Fae King

It feels like our first rutting is ending soon, and now, we’ll be parted forever.

Dark magic swirls around me, pressing down oppressively.

Is it coming from the pyramids or somewhere older still?

I press the Night Sky Blade harder against Lanlin’s throat, forcing myself to say the words that could fulfill a prophecy I have been fighting against for months, and which could end in one of us bleeding out tonight. “I will count to three. One…two…”

Finally, Lanlin pulls his fangs out of Daire’s neck, dropping him into the bedding of the nest gently like he hasn’t just torn out his throat.

To my shock, Lanlin is as deathly pale as Daire is.

He blinks at me, as if only just realizing that I am holding a knife at his throat. “My dear, didn’t you wish me to show you who I am?”

Then his eyes roll back, and he collapses backwards, unmoving.

Suddenly, I am alone under the unforgiving night sky and Void Pyramids.

I stare at the two Alphas who are lying with me on my wedding night.

And I don’t know if they are both dead.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Void Pyramids, Blood Kingdom

Lanlin

My mouth tastes of nectar and roses.

Magic that isn’t mine — elemental and untamed — binds me. It keeps my eyes closed and my body as still as a broken puppet in the Eternal Royal Nest.

My own magic is drained like I knew it would be. I am weak in a way that I don’t remember being after I was dragged to the Scarlet Temple.

On my fangs, it is terrifying.

Yet I am alive.

For a few moments longer, I live.

And there is power in that.

Pain throbs through my temples like a heartbeat. Yet I am distracted by the high still buzzing through me from touching the heavens. I have never drunk so much blood in one sitting. I never dreamed that I would drink this much from my Blood Lover.

But now, how will I be able to resist?

Somewhere, someone is weeping.

The heart-wrenching sound pulls at me.

I struggle to open my eyes.

On my fangs, it is hard.

A lion roars. Then a rough tongue licks across my cheek, and I grimace.

I try to open my eyes again and find myself staring up into Devil’s swirling eyes. She licks me again, before she snarls. Then she leaps off the bed and slinks to join her sister, who is pacing around the bed.

I take a deep breath, struggling to fill my burning lungs. Then I focus on the Omega who is weeping over me…and the fae who is pale and unmoving next to me.