Demonic Spell II

Recipe 29

“Nualla?!” Thallan breathed in disbelief. Being shocked is just an understatement of what he felt right now.

How did he missed it? Nualla disappeared from his radar and Illia magically appeared as a reborn Succubus. The coincidence was incredulous yet he was too stupid to realize it and there’s the unexpected attack of their older brother as well as the potions.

But who could have thought that Nualla will masquerade as her dead twin and as his mate, it never crossed his mind that she was capable of such extreme audacity.

"You!!" Thallan thundered as he caught her by the neck, uncaring that they were both naked, and pinned her up on the wall, her feet dangling well above the floor.

“I already forgot your past transgression and yet you made a fool out of me by masquerading as Illia, by making me believe that you're my mate?!"

"I sacrificed a lot for your attention, Thallan. I should've been your mate not Illia." Nualla cried out, adrenaline made her oblivious to pain as she tried to fight off Thallan.

"You're not my mate. Nualla. How many times do I have to repeat the damn litany to you before you’re able to get it in that thick head of yours?!" Thallan gritted, fighting the urge to squeeze her neck to death. He will give her chance to explain herself before he will give her death sentence.

"But I should’ve been your mate. I saw you first. I found you first but one glance of Illia and you become hers just like any others." Nualla screamed and before Thallan could anticipate what she was planning to do she had already swiped her claws in him, catching him clear on the side of his face and ripping a large ragged wound on his face with her Blackfire nails that his grip on her loosen.

The speed of her move caught him off-guard that the barrier he placed on the room dropped away and before he realized it Nualla was gone.

He could not believe that he really mistook Nualla as Illia because his mate was not the one who tolerate violence nor one who was violent.

Roaring furiously that she was able to escape him twice, he quickly followed after her and after several transportations and jumping from realms to realms; he finally caught her on a fog-covered Scottish highland.

"Why? Why did you have to use Illia in this game of yours?" Thallan hissed as he pinned Nualla down on the ground, she was face down on highlands moss-covered ground with both of her arms pinned on her back by his relentless grip.

He hated being played upon but what he hated the most was the fact that Nualla gave him a false sense of hope that Illia was truly alive, that he did have his mate back.

"Because you always wanted her. I've been with you when she faded away yet never on those time did you consider me more than just your fuck-partner. What did everyone found in her that they can't see in me? I'm here mirror image. What did you found in her that you did not see in me when you first saw me, when you rescued me?"

"You're not Illia, Nualla. That's the main difference. You and Illia might have shared the same features but your spirits were different. No one can control the Mating or predict whoever your mate is." Thallan actually felt a bit sorry for Nualla's situation.