Chapitre 108: -
Not this fucking shit again. Dante growled. "Keep your heads together. We're on a fucking battlefield. And the enemy finally has a poison that works on us. It's got Seraphim, our best fucking zombie, unable to regenerate. We should be concerned; we've never struggled on the battlefield—"
"With Rue, we'll be fine." Levi appeared from the darkness. Even he seemed a little rattled, collapsing into a chair. Dante waited for the questions, the eager look on his face when he inhaled the sweetness that drenched his skin. But Levi didn't seem perturbed, merely placed fingers to his lips in deep thought, as if he'd been listening in to their conversation the entire time. "Seraphim's completely healed. With her, the tides have turned and we have a decent chance."
Dante sneered. "You've checked on him?"
"Seraphim lingers in the shadows," Levi stated simply. "And she called my name."
"You watched her."
"She knows that I'll be there when she says my name," Levi drawled, slow and lazy. "And Kieran was with me too, you can't blame me for taking a quick look."
Kieran sighed then, shattering forth in a flash of light. The helios shook out the sparkles, sunny rays bouncing across the room. "Levi's worse than I am, he lingers and tries to reach through the shadows. I look. He tries to touch."
His five mates were now crowding the tent. And Dante hated that they sniffed at him as if they were unable to get enough of her scent that lingered on his body. He hated that their eyes were warm, vulnerable and needy; hated that they seemed to be losing their goddamn minds over a goddamn girl.
"Rue will not cooperate." Dante snarled and slammed a fist to the table. "It took too much for me to convince her to do her damn job. And you don't have time to be watching her all fucking day."
Levi shrugged. "I considered healing Seraphim myself, but we now have an esper ready for battle. And not a single one of our spare guides dead." His fingers were tapping, rings shimmering on pale, long digits. "She's worth it, Dante. You need to get this in your head. Your suspicions do not help you. You should have taken a kiss from her when she was willing. And at the very least, a damn handshake while she's being pleasant. Seraphim's so fucking charged up right now he could drink buckets of that Rampage poison without flinching."
"That bitch is a smug—"
A warning came, snapped from Valentino's lips, his tails rattling, hurricanes of warning. "Dante. She doesn't like this. She doesn't want this. Don't be difficult."
"And now I'm the difficult one? When we have an Omega that's got us collared and on our knees?" Dante threw back his head to laugh. "Why the fuck are we always on the front lines? That's because we don't have a fucking choice! And she shouldn't have a damn choice too! It's her fucking job. Wait till our people find out the truth," Dante swore, standing to glare at them. "Wait till she fucking explodes and pisses herself on the field, exposing her damn Heat and turning all of you into mindless Rutting Alphas."
Kieran gave him an ugly look that stretched across his face, dark and icy. His jaw ticked; brows pressed tight into a line of disgust. "And we won't let them find out," Kieran's lips quirked into a dangerous smile, tapped a finger on his arm. The lights flickered. It was an aggression that burned, dominating the room, the weight of his gaze was boiling. "Will we?"
Dante licked his lips and turned to the side with a grunt.
Altair clapped his hands together, attempts to ease the tension. "Now, now, we'll take care of our guide. We can't have her breaking before we've got our fill, can we?" He pressed a tongue to the corner of his lips, a sweet bubbly smile on his lips. "We will get our money's worth from her. At the very least, we should break her only after she's pupped, right?"
Levi cut in then with a shake of his finger. "We'll never go that far. I don't want you ruining my chances. A hades, helios and hephaestus child is not an easy mix. I need her happy, emotionally stable and whole if she's going to give birth to my kid."
Altair's eyes narrowed. "What is this about? Where the fuck are your assumptions coming from?"
"My blood with hers," Levi raised a brow and gestured to Kieran like a happy couple. "Our baby."
Halcyon was stumbling forward then, hackles raised. Dante rolled his eyes. God, fuck this shit. "She's mine, that first child's mine. I call dibs!"
Valentino pushed to the front with a yell. "No, it's fucking not!"
Altair snarled. "Did we fucking talk about this? Nothing is set in stone. There was no goddamn agreement."
Kieran stepped in then. "No, but none of you seemed to give a damn. You all wanted hundreds, thousands of your lineage scampering about for the throne. Levi and I are only interested in one. It makes sense that you give us the option to pick. And we're a compatible species of aliens that can be genetically combined. My light will obey Levi's shadows. Realistically, it makes sense that it should be us."
Valentino gaped then. "Are you fucking serious?"
Halcyon bellowed, "Seraphim wanted all of us, he wanted to make a child as a pack."
Levi laughed. "Has it ever worked? Face the fucking facts. He's tried, he's failed. An egg can't hold eight. We won't get a miraculous kid. We're not Gods."
Altair's feathers were raised now. "The fact is, we didn't fucking agree with this. It's not fucking fair."
Levi laughed. "Rue has already heard of our proposal, and she wasn't against it."
"Oh, you goddamn snitch—"
Dante had enough then, moving to leave, but the others didn't seem to notice too strung up with the argument to care. "Pussies," he hissed, stepping out of the tent for an angry breath of air. Smoke flavoured his tongue, fire burned in his eyes.
Rue was destroying his goddamn pack.
*
Rue
Seraphim was a smug little prick. And she didn't know if she wanted to burst into flames, slap him across the cheek or die. Because right now she felt like dying, cheeks all blushing pink, lips all dry from shame. Her spine was still tingling, and her body spasmed at the sight of his swollen lips, so well acquainted with her pulsing clit that it had her throbbing with the memory of what had transpired.
His hands reached for hers and she jerked back, folding them close. Her body shivered, all aching and needy for more touch, needy for more care. And yet she refused her Omega, pulled herself as far away from the Alpha as she could. "You tricked me."
"No tricks," Seraphim answered, pretty and glowing. He looked good, maybe even better than before. His skin was dewy, and his eyes glowed as if he'd just had a boost of health.
"That wasn't a damn Rampage."
"It was."
"You were melting in one arm. It was a special wound."
"A new poison," he agreed, "specifically made to kill us, to raise our Rampage to a maximum." He raised his fingers observing them in the light. The gaping crevice was gone, completely healed. "It knows to harness our abilities and turn them against an esper. It spreads some kind of poison through my veins that brought my powers to its peak. But I'm afraid a little handshake from you won't work for us anymore, we'll need more than that."
"Fuck," Rue groaned, fingers in her hair. A poison that could burn the emperors. It seemed like a joke, but having seen it with her own eyes, Rue wasn't sure if it was all just a ploy. Dante's stress had seemed too real. "This is all so damn convenient for you, isn't it?"
Seraphim hummed and leaned back into his chair, a tilt of his head. "Is fucking us to guide us that bad?"
"Oh, boy," she paused, voice dropping into a low drone. "What kind of person would love playing tonsil hockey, while pressed onto the damn bed and being used like a wet rag? Sex for guiding is going to burn. It fucking sucks. It's boringly repetitive shit. And it's lonely when you don't feel good, when your head is in the skies, hoping he stops fucking swaying and braying like a horse. When he's doing it not because he fucking cares but because he needs something out of it. In other words, my fucking body. So, no, I did not sign up for that shit."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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