Page 53 of The Fallen Fae King

A raven caws and flutters down, almost like it’s now leading him as a guide. Its tail feathers brush his forehead.

Maybe the priestesses’ blue lotus wine hits Alphas harder than it does Omegas.

I can sense my triggered heat in a pulsing desire between my thighs for an Alpha’s knot, the slickness between my thighs, and the sweat dripping down my forehead.

But it’s still a background noise that I can ignore. I know that it will soon build to an uncontrollable, desperate need for my two Alphas.

Lanlin, on the other hand, looks like he didn’t drink the potion at all.

He is regally leading the way as cold as a moon god. His moths and bats fly above him in a grand procession. He looks untouchable.

I can’t believe that I am married to him. He is mine. And soon, I will be the first Omega to be knotted by him.

The moonlight glints off the diamonds in his hair. His shoulders are stiff, and his expression is unreadable.

I smile, but almost instantly, it fades.

I am now a Queen of the House of Sin. But has Lanlin forgiven my betrayal?

I haven’t survived this long in any kingdom of these Shadow realms without remaining wary of Alphas. I am already bonded to this dangerous King. My body is starting to shake with the need to knot him, and I have been desperate to share that with him for weeks.

Yet it’s the night of the Blood Moon.

Will Daire have the strength to control the cursed mask?

I glance at Daire.

The silver dove mask is still firmly on his face. The moon is pale, however, rather than transformed to a blood red, as the myths talk about.

Despite the coming dangers, joy still floods me at the memory of Lanlin transforming into a giant bat after the ceremony. Then Daire and I had become his bat riders again. He flew us away before the feasting could begin to our special wedding nest.

Lanlin luxuriated in the night sky, circling on the night breeze. Like he wanted to give us an aerial tour of the kingdom that we now reigned over, he swooped low over Blue Lotus Palace and Shuet, before wheeling out over city walls.

Daire whooped at the thrill.

I grinned, allowing myself to enjoy the exhilarating freedom, as Lanlin glided over stretches of farmland, while Shadow Humans with glowing eyes of torches bowed in worship to their dark god.

Now, Daire casts a glance at Lanlin. “Oi, Bat. Why is your nest all the way out here?”

“It’s not a mere nest. It’s the Eternal Royal Nest.”

“Lovely, but why at the Void Pyramids?” Daire presses.

“Tradition,” Lanlin replies without looking around.

“A lot of cruel practices are explained away because of tradition.” Lanlin appears uneasy. I squeeze his hand. “Wasn’t your Hunt with the Shadow Humans one of them?”

My expression softens.

Of course.

This is where the Hunt happened. All I know is that Daire was returned to me in a beaten state, while his Omega friend Barnabas was murdered.

I sent Lanlin to save Daire that night.

What would have happened to my soulmate if I hadn’t?

My lips pinch.