Addictive (Hellish Mates #1)

Chapter 12

Rina was lying on the floor of a cellar, paralyzed yet conscious. She wondered what she was doing there.

Slowly, a mist formed above her, and the succubus that had nearly killed her appeared from the fog, straddling her hips. She reached towards Rina's neck and pried her flesh apart.

There was no pain—only acceptance.

The sounds of organs and flesh squirming between the succubus's hands echoed in Rina's ears, but there was nothing she could do. Her body was invaded and defiled, toyed by the beautiful mythic like a surgical doll.

This was her own fault. If only she hadn't hesitated. Gun had warned her about her faults. He knew this would happen. She should've listened.

Being a Hellion wasn't about being merciful. It wasn't about being a hero. That kind of mindset would only hinder her. Weaken her. Make her unable to throw the final blow.

And the result of that...would be death.

As the succubus above her continued to violate her innards, a terrifying grin began to stretch the creature's face. Rina fell into a black abyss, her vision blinded by the horrid sight.

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She jolted awake and gasped for breath. There was no cellar nor endless darkness. Instead, she was in her room within the Hellions' stronghold. How many times had she awoken from that very same nightmare the past few days?

Too many to count.

A thin layer of sweat chilled her skin, but it was the memories that truly made her shiver.

Rina placed a hand over her neck, searching her body for the image still fresh in her mind. However, there was no wound or blood. Of course not. It had only been a dream.

It had almost been reality.

After more missions that resulted in success after success after success, she thought she had gotten over her near death experience...but it seemed that wasn't the case. She couldn't forget the feel of blood running down her neck. She couldn't forget the despair as she stared at the face of the enchanting succubus.

All that awaited her was a cold, consuming end.

Until Rose arrived. Until she spared her of her consequences.

A shudder racked through her body, and Rina wrapped herself with her arms.

Death hadn't ever been something that worried her. Ever since she was a child, the idea of dying wasn't something she could see happening to her. Had she grown up too sheltered by her loving pack? Or was it simply a case of naivete and assuming she was invincible to the world around her?

Regardless, she was a halfling—part mortal, a species that could do nothing but wait for their inevitable deaths. If she continued to be careless, if she didn't acknowledge the dangers that now awaited her as a Hellion, then she would suffer the same fate.

No matter how much mythics fascinated her, they were also the only beings that could end her immortality. She wasn't here to get along with others. She was here to fulfill her duties as a Hellion. To protect.

No. Not protect.

Hunt.

She was here to hunt.

If she was not the hunter, then she would be the hunted.

Rina couldn't let something like that happen again.

As she wiped the sweat off the back of her neck, she felt herself trembling. She clenched her body, forcing the tremors to stop. But the same couldn't be applied to her state of mind.