Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 6

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and before he knew it, he was another year closer to getting mated.

Darius increased the speed on the treadmill, his wet shorts slapping against his legs.

He had to stop this.

Go to his father and just say the words.

‘Dad, I love Nalla. I don’t want to get mated to Penehlope.’

His father would throw a fit, and deep down he did understand why.

They had been at war with the lessers since forever it seemed. His grandfather had been the one to send the Sympaths to the colony up north.

The Brotherhood could not afford to be at war with the Glymera as well. The race needed to be together and stay together, even if most of them where a bunch of stick-up-their-ass snobs.

He increased the speed some more.

He understood, he really did. But he didn’t trust the Glymera one bit.

To get mated to one of their kind… To have to actually sleep with one of them…

How could he trust them not to stab him in the back? How could his father? After all they had done?

He ran even faster as he remembered Penehlope’s transition.

Right before Jhade and John’s mating ceremony, they had called upon him and he had gone with his bodyguards… Vishous, Butch, Rhage and Tohr.

They had all been there, witnessing how he had fed her as she transitioned. They had seen her look at him with lust in her eyes and he had hoped with everything he was, had even prayed, no matter how horrible the thought, that she wouldn’t make it. That she wouldn’t make it through the transition.

But she had.

And every month he had to go back to her, with the brothers and allow her to put her lips on his wrist and drink from him, while she looked at him with those hungry eyes.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, he then had to drink from her.

He always closed his eyes, not wanting to see, but he could still smell her excitement, her desire for him.

It always made him want to gag.

He pressed the stop button on the treadmill, jumped off and threw up in the nearest trash can.

When he was sure there was nothing left in his stomach, he straightened, taking deep breaths. A wet cloth appeared in front of his face.

- Thanks.

- You trying to kill yourself, son?

- Nope.

- Do I need to talk to your old man?

- No Z, I just overdid it a bit.

- Maybe you should hit the pool for a bit. Loosen all those muscles, before you get sore.

- Yeah. Might do. Thanks man.

He dared not look at Zsadist as he walked out of the gym. Taking a quick shower, he brushed his teeth and headed for the tunnel.

He was going to walk past the door to the pool, he’d survived sore muscles before, but something made him stop.

With his heart hammering in his chest, he walked in, feeling the damp air around him.

And there she was.

Nalla.