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.







They didn’t need more power, especially Darius. He is a Demonic-Fae, and they’re






the last of his. What were the odds, two dying species fated to each other

tight grip. He yanks my head back harder by my hair, and I cry out,






me go,” I beg him, now wishing I chose death. I was an idiot for even calling on them. A fate with them would be

have come for you when you were thirteen, but we didn’t, and still, you ran from us. We are your fucking

whisper before I can stop myself, stupid no brain to mouth filter. I instantly regret the words

not wanting to repeat myself, knowing that would be a mistake when someone

says behind me, his voice velvety smooth,

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 must be Tobias Kade, I could tell by the fangs protruding from his mouth and, from what I know of him, he is Vampiric-Fae, a fucking bloodsucker. Nice to meet

to rot,” He says, with a cruel smile, and by the look in his eyes, he heard what I said. I say it, and chances are they may leave me here

just suck when it comes to emotion. Emotion to me is like squirting onion juice in your eye. I guess that’s me, an onion girl, has

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