Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 57

- I’m Braxton, son of Cruxe.

The male held his hand out which was really fucking brave as Darius just felt like ripping it off. With his teeth.

He snarled and felt his fangs elongating to their full length.

Nalla is mine!

He was furious with her for keeping her pregnancy hidden from him. He could be mated to someone else right now FFS, but the fact that there was another male with her? That just made him downright murderous.

He would fight for her to the death. And it sure as hell would not be his. She belonged to him!

He moved around Nalla, putting her safely behind him. Her safety first. Always.

The other male, Blaxton was it, just smiled.

Who the fuck did he think he was?

- You must be Darius. The male she loves.

Well fuck if that didn’t stop him right in his tracks.

Hearing the words spoken out loud for the first time ever did funny things to his insides, even though the words had not come from her directly.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nodded once.

Blax held out his hand again.

- You have nothing to fear from me. I’m not a threat.

Yeah uh-hu. He’d believe that as soon as the male was out of this place and out of his way.

- I want a conthest. Fuck that. I demand a conthest.

His words were a growl and he barely registered Nalla tugging on his arm.

- Darius please, no. It’s not like that.

Blax just laughed.

- Allow me to refuse. Call me a coward, but I am not fighting a bonded male over his pregnant mate.

He nodded down at his ceremonial robes.

- Judging by your attire and the fact that you are actually still wearing the shirt, I’m figuring you didn’t actually get mated. You showing up here further proves that you are finally ready to reclaim your female. I am not getting in between that. I was just here to feed her, man. That’s all. And not for a lack of trying on my part, trust me. But she’s yours. Always has been and always will be.

Blax walked over and in a bold, or stupid, depending how you looked at it, move, he clapped Darius on the back, as an old friend would. Darius had to respect the guy. Even though he was Glymera, that much was obvious, he seemed surprisingly decent. And he hadn’t shown fear, which was always admirable.

- I’ll leave you two to… talk. We probably won’t see each other ever again but I wish you two all the best.

- Thanks Blax.

Nalla walked around him to hug the other male.

Oh no. Oh hell motherfucking no. She was not just touching another male in front of him. What. The. Fuck.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had already taken a life tonight, he would be holding Blaxton’s heart in his hand right about now. He was doing everything in his power to take deep breaths to calm down, but even that didn’t help since every time he did, he could smell Nalla and her pregnancy hormones. Which just reminded me how close he had come to not ever knowing he was going to have a young with her.

He watched Blax walk to the door and suddenly he wondered if…

- Did you know Penehlope, daughter of Feron?

Blaxton grimaced.

- Yes unfortunately. She’s a horrible female and her parents are just as bad. Though I am guessing by your use of past tense that she is deceased?

- All three of them.

- Good riddance. Well, I’m sure the Glymera will make this into the perfect excuse to throw a few horrible parties. That I will have to attend. How awesome.

He opened the door.

- Have a great life both of you. From everything I’ve heard, you deserve it.

The door slammed closed and suddenly it was just him and Nalla.

They seriously needed to talk about… everything, but right now all he could think about was tasting her, being with her, being inside her. He just needed to make sure that this was real.

Her fangs were digging into her bottom lip as she looked at him hesitantly. Was she afraid of him? Aw hell no, he might be upset but he would never, ever hurt her. She should know that.

She was all his now. His to protect, his to cherish. All. His.

He growled in appreciation.

They would talk later about everything they needed to be talking about but as he slowly walked up to her, making her back up against the wall, he could think of one thing and one thing only that they needed to be doing.

He would make love to her, he would bond to her and he would finally make her truly and completely his. Hell, she would be so much his, that instead of calling her Nalla daughter of Zsadist, they would call her Nalla, shellan of Darius. And fuck if that didn’t make him harder than he had ever been for her.