Chapter 45

TYRANT

She steps into the room dressed in all white, wearing a white mask. The rest of us are in our robes and masks. The legion waits next to the throne where Luc sits wearing his gold mask.

Candles are lit, hundreds of them, in front of the throne in a long line and then a large circle, which Serafina steps into.

This is not our wedding. I wish it was. I want to fucking marry her right here. Right now. I also want to tear that fucking robe off her body and fuck her in front of everyone.

Luc stands up from the throne. Serafina pauses at the center of the circle. With the signal of his hand, the legion all take their masks off.

Elders. Some much older than others. My father is in the mix.

He has yet to look at me. He knows he was part of this fucking disaster that almost cost Serafina her life. He also twisted up Luc’s head by telling him that he faked Danielle’s death to protect me. He felt I would have chased after Danielle and fucked things up more than they already were.

Maybe he’s right. Family is a complicated mess.

My father has his golden boy right next to him. He wears the golden mask and sits on the throne. I will forever be the bastard. The mistake. Forever be haunted with being told I should have been a load of cum dropped onto my mother’s back. I can live with that. I can live with all the pain in existence if I know it gets me Serafina.

“Remove your mask,” Luc says to Serafina.

She takes her white mask off and it sends my heart into full racing mode. She’s so fucking beautiful I can’t take it.

“This is rare for us,” Luc says. “To be presented with such a situation. A great rarity if you ask my thoughts on the matter. From the legion and generations throughout, you have the chance to make your final decision. You were born into blood that should have remained legion blood. A sense of royalty and honor. As you may know, a deal has been struck between Tyrant and Destroy that protects Destroy from death. We will honor that deal. We feel that those who committed the most heinous acts in this situation have been handled. You are from legion blood. So you may make your request. We can go deeper into this. We can also grant you your release from Sinners Academy with promised protection for life.”

“I am of legion blood, as is Tyrant,” Serafina says.

I watch how uncomfortable that makes my father. God, I fucking love her.

“Together, we are both of legion blood. I was his claimed but I’m more than that right now. He has demanded my hand in marriage, which I have agreed upon. We will be married. We will remain here. The rest of his time here and future plans will be as set. The only difference is I will be his wife.”

Luc looks at me. So does my father. Luc nods. I remove my mask and join Serafina in the center of the circle of candles.

“What a place to be standing,” I say with a half grin on my face. “It’s as though I’ve resurrected myself from the dead.”

“The power of a woman,” my father says.

“You wouldn’t know a fucking thing about it,” I say.

My father’s face twists into a scowl.

“I believe we are done here,” Luc says. “We all move forward. Requests will be honored.”

“And Des just walks around free,” I say.

“You struck a deal with him,” Luc says.

“Fuck the deal. Should we start cutting hairs. Should we go deep in the details of what’s been going on around here?”

“Quite the mouth on you, Son ,” my father says to me.

“I will make the decision myself,” Serafina says. “I’m legion blood. I made no deals with Des. If I want him dead, he will be dead. If I want him tortured, he will be tortured.”

Did I mention how much I fucking love this woman?

Luc nods. I made a deal with Des for his safety from myself. From my brood . But that did not include my future wife.

“I’ve made my decision,” Serafina suddenly says. “Slit his fucking throat. Now.”

She points to my father. My father looks around. Legion blood must always be respected. It’s also no secret of my father’s doing in this. Even if he was telling the truth that it was for my own good.

I stand next to Serafina and reach for her hand. Our fingers interlock tight.

Des is dragged into the room and dropped to his knees. Luc hands my father a large knife.

“We had a fucking deal!” Des screams. “You can’t do this to me! You can’t go against your word!”

“It’s not me, man,” I say to Des as he tries to thrash. “I tried to talk her out of it. But you really pissed her off.”

Des moves his eyes to Serafina.

“At least you’ll get to be with Danielle again,” she says in a cold tone. “And if you see my cunt of a stepmother rotting in hell, tell her I said hello.”

Des starts to scream but my father stabs him in the neck and forcefully pulls the blade across Des’s throat to the other side. It’s wet, violent, and blood sprays everywhere. I look over at Serafina and her white robe is spattered with Des’s blood.

“Now it’s done,” Serafina says.

Together we turn around and walk out of the room, hand in hand, covered in blood… madly in love.

The shower cleanses us as my hands explore her body. She drops to her knees before me and stares up as her mouth opens, eager to taste my cock.

I slide my hand to the back of her head, then pull and thrust. My cock slams against the back of her throat and goes even deeper. Her throat clenches against me and I feel her gagging.

I grab her hand and pull her mouth off my cock as tears fill her eyes and drip down her cheeks. She smiles at me and groans.

“More,” she says. “Harder this time. Make me throw up, Ty.”

I catch myself smiling.

Fuck, there aren’t enough words for me to tell you just how much I love this beautiful, submissive woman…

And I will for the rest of our lives.

END.

Thank you for spending time with Tyrant and Serafina. If you enjoyed this intense, dark romance novel, be sure to check out the next book in the series - PERILOUS .

Yes, that’s right, you’ll get to really meet Peri.