Alpha Erebon ☾ Book 2

Chapter 23

I was completely and totally in love with this bad boy Alpha.

I couldn't deny it anymore, Erebon had consumed my world. He welcomed me into his arms, closed them around me and kissed me with his entire soul.

He also made me feel totally and completely leashed. I loved the way he made my body feel.

Erebon fucked me so hard for a few hours that I was walking side-ways. He also fucked himself to sleep. It was kinda cute, until he collapsed over the top of me, snuggling into me, spooning me from behind while my pussy was full of cream. And my clit ached still. I feel like I could fuck him my whole life and never get sick of it. We were perfectly matched.

However, with Erebon's midday nap, I managed to slide out of his hold. I carefully laid a blanket over him and trailed my fingers down his freckly cheeks. All the harsh lines fell away in sleep and he looked younger than 27. Erebon was so strong, his whole body was brimming with heat, and even in his nap his cock is semi-hard, ready to fuck the moment he opens his eyes again.

I smile – he was insatiable.

After admiring how handsome Erebon is and thinking how lucky I am, I eventually shower and limp my way to the kitchen, my thighs bruised, and my ass smacked so many times it hurt to move. He liked watching it jiggle, which was fun for him, felt good for me – well – until now.

However, I still have a job to do, so I shake off the ache and eventually fall into the rhythm of jam making and exchanging flowers with the fae. What Orpheus requested wasn't too difficult after all. I just needed three petals of a white fae rose and it would clear a muddy aura, or, in other terms, work as a truth serum. The only way to receive such a rose was to make a three-berry jam with honey and a sprinkle of salt. A female fae would arrive to trade.

I've made it now with the ingredients from the garden. I've filled a gold lidded jam container and put it on the windowsill outside.

A fairy with curly short white hair, wearing a sparkling metallic dress, flits up to the window and unscrews the lid to smell the jam. Happy, she knocks on the window and I open it to receive the little flower.

There's just one problem.

It's not a white rose.

She flies off and the odd flower grows in my palm.

It's a shrivelled up red rose... sparkling with fairy dust, pulsing with fae power.

I go straight to the recipe book and find any notes on a shrivelled up rose.

And... found it. It's labelled the 'dying rose'.

It can't be used in jams. It's not bad luck but simply serves as a warning. Death is near. Someone is trying to kill you; someone with a broken heart.

I stare at the description with disbelief, trying to imagine it's granny Greywood's imagination once again running away with her...

I have broken nobody's heart... I'm not... I mean... I'm mated to Erebon and he wasn't heart broken and Hannibal was dead. So this made no sense.

I can't comprehend what this might mean, so I get back to jam making.

I make another one, specifically to request a fairy of fortune.

You put in any ingredients you want and then stir in cinnamon.

I choose carefully, I make it as quickly as possible and then I put the jam on the windowsill, taking note of the time.

I'll have to pick my girls up soon from daycare.

I anxiously watch the mini-jar seemingly hover in the air, shaking before being flown off by an invisible fairy. There's no flower, but when I open the window there is a bit of fairy dust I have to dab with a wet finger and put on my tongue.