Bride of the Cursed Alpha (Auren and Lucien) novel Chapter 202

Coincidences

Third POV

Selothis smiled darkly to himself. The pieces were finally coming together. It was time to make his move. He stood motionless in the shadows of the woods even as his mind raced. The discovery of Tamara was absolute pleasure. He could feel the ancient bloodline coursing through her veins, waiting to be unlocked for him. His pulse quickened when he imagined what would happen next. She was his path to the dark. kingdom he sought to reclaim.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the little girl who he had been looking for centuries. And as he stared at her, the shadows around him grew restless. ‘What do we do?‘ they hissed. Their whispers echoed in his mind. They were urging him to act quickly. Even they could feel the power that Tamara held. It was her raw, untapped energy that was just waiting out there to be claimed.

But for now he had to make sure that Tamara was safe, that she wasn’t hurt in any way, that she was lured by his people for him. He was going to sacrifice her on the next full moon, only to irritate and show off Cressida. Or maybe before that. It depended on his mood, now that he found her.

After what seemed hours, Selothis finally went back to his place. There were no police, and so he wondered if Brad and his friends had called them. He walked in the house, knowing fully well that a few cultists always lingered there. They were always cloaked and disguised. Now he had a special job for them. Not all of them. Only a couple of them were his loyalists and believed that he was their God.

The shadows slithered around him, hissing that cultists wanted to see him, asking if they could kill them. In a low, guttural voice, he said, “No, I have work. Once my work is done, they are yours.”

Those shadows, loyal to him, scuttled off to stay in his room. Selothis came out with his mask on. He looked at all of them, and said, “I have identified a girl who should be our greatest sacrifice,” he said loudly, his voice booming in the hall. “But she doesn’t know that she will be sacrificed to your God. She will resist, she will struggle, but I want all of you to work toward it. Lure her out. Keep her under control. If necessary, use the man who fathered Summer McKeever. He would know what to do to keep her in control. But make sure that her father doesn’t kill her. Because if that happens, I will go mad.”

A shiver ran down amongst the cultists. No one wanted to see the wrath of Selothis. They were excited with their new assignment. A sacrifice hadn’t been made in long. Their last sacrifice was rescued by Successfully unlocked! Jents.

Selothis continued, “Your mission is to bring Tamara Vaslof to the cult’s hidden

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building without alerting anyone to the danger.”

“Yes Master!” they agreed.

Selothis pulled out a young girl, a woman and five men for the mission. He could already feel the thrill of victory rushing through him. Once Tamara was in his control, nothing would stand in his way. He would take her blood, and his powers would return. Then he would challenge Cressida. The dark forces would finally rise to rule. He would get his kingdom back.

The seven cultists moved quickly, their forms disappearing into the night. The rest of them were still restless. They demanded to kill Brad.

“You can do whatever you like with him,” Selothis said. “But after Tamara’s sacrifice.”

They gritted their teeth, but they didn’t go against his orders.

Selothis had already explained what to do to the seven loyalists. Each one knew their role perfectly. They were to seduce and trap their prey without hesitation. And the one who would initiate the process was Sheena.

Tamara POV

Matt hadn’t returned. I was exhausted and slept like a log in the night. The rose in the balcony was a mystery. I didn’t know who had kept it there, but it felt ominous. So I trashed it. When I woke up in the morning, I felt like a dead weight was on my chest. It was that of all the tension in my mind. I ambled out of my room only to see that Brad was leaning against the door of the room in which Summer was still sleeping. He looked like he was glued to the place. On an instinct, I knew he would leave the door soon. It was like he was sitting there like her knight in shining armor.

It was early in the morning. I took a quick bath and got out of the house quietly, thinking of calling Matt. However, his phone was switched off. I don’t know why but it irked me to not listen to his deep throaty voice for so long. Where was he? The thought gnawed inside me, and before I knew it, I was sitting inside the small café in the corner of the campus.