Tasting Darkness

Chapter 3

        
        


                                      

                                      
                                      

                                      

                                      
                                      

                                    

Chapter 3

They could kill me, and I felt like they genuinely wanted to crush me like a bug beneath their shoes. I have never felt so small in all my life.






“Six years, Aleera, six fucking years, and you have the guts to ask for our help. We should have let them fucking kill you. Have you even got magic left because I can’t feel it?” One of them screamed at me.

I have feared no one more than my mates. I knew who they were and what they had done. Now I was second-guessing my decision to call on them.






One of them grasped my hair, my head ripped back, forcing me to stare at the eyes of the one I feared most. Darius Wraith. His name is constantly in the media; nobody in the world feared anyone more than they did Darius Wraith.

And to think he is one of my mates, not that the three others have stellar reputations. No, they were just as dark and twisted as he was. I never understood how I could be fated to be theirs; they were pure dark magic while mine was not like theirs, mine was, well I wasn’t exactly sure, but it is both, yet I felt the urge more to my pure white magic more, it made no sense why the fates punished me this way.







get their hands on my magic. It would be dangerous in the wrong hands, and their hands would be the worst. They didn’t need more power, especially Darius. He






kind, and mates with the last of his. What were the odds, two dying

as I clutch at his hand, trying to free his tight grip. He yanks my head back harder by






go,” I beg him, now wishing I chose death. I was an idiot for even calling on them. A fate with them would be worse. Darius laughs at my pleading, but he lets go, shoving me back to the ground. His presence was suffocating

to us, Aleera. We gave you time, and we could have come for you when you were thirteen, but we didn’t, and still, you ran from us. We are your fucking mates,” He yelled. His hands glow with his anger,

stop myself, stupid no brain to mouth filter.

myself, knowing that would be a mistake when someone suddenly nudges

his voice velvety smooth, but the

odd angle, and I saw the man behind me. His dark hair falls into his green snake eyes when he glares at me. If he weren’t so homicidal looking, I would say he was hot, but the look of rage on his face made me want to cringe away from him. So he

with a cruel smile, and by the look in his eyes, he heard what I said. I

I also cry when happy and sad too. I just suck when it comes to

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