All Chapters of Taking The Demon's Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The head servants had little to do around the house. Everything was in order, and their new lords were not demanding. The kitchen, however, would forever be busy. But that’s because everybody’s got to eat. Marta, Hart, and Urvi were not blind to what was happening. They sat in the kitchen, gossiping as always. They were thrilled about living with their new Masters, but things were turning sour too quickly. Urvi: “Do you think something went wrong? What newlyweds their age would sleep in separate rooms?” Marta: “I’ve heard royals tend to be that way.” Hart: “Yes, but this is not a castle, and they are not royals. They are two souls who found each other. They shouldn’t be apart barely days after their wedding.” “Where are you taking that?” Urvi stopped one of the maids carrying up a breakfast tray. “To Master Julius,” the girl said. “Put it down; that’ll be my job until I say otherwise.” Urvi drove her away. She then went into the storeroom and brought out a set of herbs to brew.

The sun had graciously reclined when the rains cleared. The servants stared at the cellar doors in anticipation, half scared and confused. There were no signs of their masters' return. Hart manned up, volunteering to go out there to check if the monsters were gone. A few others agreed to go with him, armed with pitchforks and any hard, swingable objects they could find. They spread out through the compound, careful and afraid. It was a slow journey until they made it to the main gates. Their hearts lurched when there was a sudden bang. Hart hesitated, wanting to be sure these were not more fierce corpses. "Is anybody home?!" There was a thick voice, more alive than dead. Against the others' suggestions, Hart clung to his weapon and approached. He slumped against the door, relieved to find the king's men had come. They received the much-awaited news: the situation had been tamed. When the guards inquired about the owners, Hart explained that they had gone out during the a

Ingram There were unsettling things happening in the shadows. Things that soon became clear to General Zariah after being attacked herself. Going to the King without concrete proof would worsen her image and relationship with another member of the Braddock family, so she continued her investigation discreetly. Zariah trusted the elite beastmen she had trained in the past. But now she began to feel that their loyalty had been compromised. “The Crown Prince left the capital days ago, and none of you thought it wise to inform me?” She sat in the throne room, supporting her head with her knuckles, trying to conceal her anger. “We assumed the General was already aware of this,” said the guard under query. “And you’re sure he left with Reed?” Zariah was baffled as to when these two became close. When the Prince returned, he swore nothing but hatred for Reed and his group. “Send word to the men at the border. No one grants the Prince passage.” Zariah said. While the soldiers acted on

When Arlen found the strength to open his eyes, there was a familiar face beside him and a warm towel over his forehead. As a tear ran down his face, a handkerchief quickly dabbed it dry. Arlen had fallen into a deep sleep for days. He had no idea what day or time it was."Master Arlen. My Arlen." Julius' voice was as Arlen remembered it, understanding and full of concern. But this was not his Julius. His friend would not hurt him this way. Another teardrop rolled down Arlen's cheek. Soon, the handkerchief became soaked and was replaced by a thumb."I know you're hurt and confused, but I did what I must to stop you from making more mistakes," Julius said.Arlen turned his head to the side, just peering at his servant. Occasionally, the tears would fall, but he said nothing."You mean everything to me, Arlen, which is why I must protect you." Julius lowered his eyes briefly. He suddenly smiled out of the blue, beaming with newfound excitement. "Do you know where we are, Arlen? Can you

IngramArlen sat in bed, his legs crossed in the lotus position. There was little he could do to minimize his suffering.Every day, Julius came around to help him get ready. Although Arlen did not allow him to supervise bath times like before, he couldn't stop his friend from choosing clothes or combing his hair. It was his little way of being considerate towards his beloved friend.Arlen had too much time on his hands to reflect on how unlucky he had been in this lifetime. The question of whether he would be himself again hung in the air. Tired, the omega searched for his spirit weapon to empty his mind with darkness.There was something about sad songs that comforted the broken... It persuaded the mind to treat heartache like a normal phenomenon. That it was okay to be upset. Arlen fell on old odes to cover this pain burrowing into his heart.Arlen’s P.O.V.Can I go back to the day we met? Is it possible to take a trip to the day you took me? I should have made it impossible to catc