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Save my bonded. Save the kingdoms.

Rythos’ fingers tightened around mine as we descended below deck, and I found myself staring at our joined hands.

Behind us, the ship groaned as the sails caught the wind, carrying all of us towards the one place that might undo everything I had broken.

Rythos believed Helion would fix the throne.

Helion believed whatever foolish plan he'd concocted would save us all.

But neither of them knew I had already decided how this would end.

I tightened my fingers around Rythos’ hand and followed him deeper into the belly of the ship, listening to the slow, failing rhythm of his heart.

For the first time in my life, I desperately wanted to live. But I loved them more than I wanted to survive.

Chapter Forty

Truths

Helion

Steering a ship was remarkably difficult when you could feel your wife being bitten and fucked by another male three floors beneath your fucking feet.

I tightened my grip on the wheel.

Do not look.

The turquoise tether inside my chest practically glowed with temptation.

Absolutely fucking not.

I had survived the Nether. Surely, I possessed enough restraint not to peek through the bond to see what my wife was doing with her monster.

I let out a sharp breath as yet another one of her orgasms rolled through the bond, and my cock twitched with the humiliating urge to spill into my trousers.

I bit down on my lip until the coppery taste of blood gave me something else to focus on. I would not come in my fucking pants while the Commander got to come in my wife.

I had standards.

Admittedly, very few of them, but this happened to be one.

I shoved another wall between us, trying to smother the sensations bleeding through the bond, but her pleasure slipped through every crack I created.

Cruel little wife.

Was she purposefully projecting her pleasure to me? Or...

A grin split across my face with realisation. The bond was strengthening between us, which only meant one thing.

Her feelings for me were growing, not that the stubborn little thing would admit that.

I veered the wheel northeast, sailing towards where the blood moon hung low on the horizon, where the dull tug beneath my ribs pulled like an invisible tether.

Elysium.

It had held many titles amongst Mortals and Fae before they simply thought we abandoned them.

The first isle.