Demonic Spell II

Recipe 5

RECAP:

Unlike the rest of the towering men around me; this one was more intimidating than the rest with his wild-looking dark hair and hard features. I can actually feel power and authority emanating from him, and the scar running from his ear to his chin adds an air of danger to his already towering form.

But he suddenly froze on his track as his eyes landed on my direction.

Eyes dilating and nose flaring, he growled lowly and as if ordered by his unsaid words; all of the werewolves in their human form shifted back to their animal form except Blondie.

Meanwhile, Blondie had this confused and disbelieving look on his face as he stared back at the new man,  diverting his eyes away from the latter’s glaring forest-green ones at the same time that he backs away from me, slinking out of the way like the rest of the were pack.

My heart fell down on my feet with fear when those same eyes pinned on me before he advances.

“Mine..” He breathed out lowly as he advances towards me and if not for my enhanced hearing, I won’t be able to hear it.

The look on his face had me backing up for real. An image of Adrian’s lust-filled face momentarily flitted on my mind as the man before me wore the same expression but his were filled with more than lust; recognition, yearning and joy, all combined together with lust.

“Mine…”

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“So what now, Demon? A Deal or your Mate?”

“Neither, Warlock.” I sneered at him. “How can I be sure that she” I gestured to my mate, “is not just a specter you conjured to trick me?”

“You're hard-hearted, Demon. Can’t you see that she’s flesh and blood?” I could not stop the deep-throated growls from passing out of my mouth when I heard Illia squeal as the warlock pinched her bottom.

“Don’t touch me, you Knave!”

“Don’t touch her, you Bastard!”

Both of our simultaneous reactions made the warlock laugh at our expense.

“Now I'm curious on who and what you’re summoner is and why he or she had this strong hold on you that you even refused to have your mate back.” I unconsciously bared my fangs warningly on him at the mention of my summoner.

“You’re been summoned and bound?” Illia asked softly as she steps forward but the warlock pulled her back roughly and she ended up stumbling on the ground.

“Who told you that you can move?” He slapped her hard, turning her cheek red instantly and that did it.

It was still unclear if she’s truly my mate or just an illusion but there’s no way someone could her likeness infront of me.