My bite would tame her by force, but it would break her spirit. Hurt her. Make her hate me more than she probably already does.
So no, that’s not an option at all.
Fuck.
I shake my head, needing a clear mind to concentrate on my task.
Manifestation magic comes from the soul, which means I can’t think about my mate right now. Otherwise, I’ll lose myself to a series of questions that I may or may not be able to answer.
Swallowing, I draw my hand through the air and imagine a barrier spell, one meant to sound alarms inside my cavern should an unexpected presence arrive.
Specifically, an uninvitedAlphapresence.
As Morpheus is already here, I’m forced to include his essence in the framework of my creation. If I don’t, the sirens will blare until I physically remove him.
So he can stay.
For now, I think, growling to myself.
I loathe the fact that he followed us here, not just because he’s an irritant that refuses to fuck off, but because it further proves his connection to my mate’s soul.
However, he mentioned he’s been here before, too. Something I wasn’t aware of until I overheard him commenting to Sera about running water.
There’s no way he knew I intended to bring her here, though. I have homes all over the realms. Yet, with how fast he discovered us, I know he didn’t check any other locations first.
And the only person who knew about this emergency meet-up location was my brother, who I’m certain wouldnever share that detail with another Alpha. Especially our cousin.
Thus, there’s only one way my cousin knew where to go—his spiritual link to my Persephone. And I fucking despise seeing proof of his connection tomyOmega.
I’ve known for millennia that he fancied her as his mate, but I’ve ignored his claim.
This, however, I can’t ignore. Nor will I ever be able to forget it.
My jaw clenches as I finish the barrier spell, the magic tangible despite being invisible in nature. That’s part of what makes it a successful enchantment.
Misting a mile away, I craft a similar ward, just in case anyone tries to sneak up on us by foot. A rare choice, given our abilities, but an Alpha on the hunt can be quite clever.
The next layer of power includes a masking charm, one that should cloak our presence here on the island. There are some beings who will easily see through my design—or sense the manifestation magic itself—but not many Alphas can weave their way through my deadly labyrinths.
Because my energy is underlain by death. Which is a bit of a contradiction in theory, but creates a lethal combination of effects.
Therefore, tampering with my spells or trying to fracture them…kills.
Or that’s the layer of protection I add to my creation, anyway.
Orcus is likely doing the same, his magic similar to mine, as he’s my brother. Only, his source of power is different from mine. Less potent and not nearly as deadly.
He can access my death world, but the souls there bow to me as their God and view Orcus as more of a prince. He’s able to wield control and issue demands,while I’m the one they pray to and revere like one would a king.
Hence my role in the Netherworld Kingdom.
My dynamic with Orcus is complicated and unique. However, it works.
Something that becomes evident as we meet on the beach outside of the cavern once more. He manifested half of it ages ago, just as I took the other side, the two of us hollowing out the cliffside with our joint powers to create a safe haven for us to enjoy in this realm.
I’m about to thank him when Reaper appears and hands Orcus a stack of pizza boxes. “Ran out of hands,” the Death Fae says before blinking out of existence once more.
Orcus sighs heavily. “Restraint is not one of Reaper’s strengths.”
