I Married a Mothman (Prime Mating Agency, #11)

by Regine Abel

“The Prism is like a prophet. According to the Promethean lore, Xarin is reborn once every century or so, right before a major cataclysm that occurs on a recurring cycle. He plays an important role in balancing the beacons upon which the very existence of this world and of its people rely. He’s also the only one able to cleanse some of the scorched lands that are struck by Thaudras—the cataclysm in question.”

“Ignorance, especially when influenced by religious beliefs, can drive even the kindest people to commit the most atrocious actions,”

To them, the power surges in their beacons are a sign of the wrath of Kiaris, the Goddess of Light. To appease her, they sacrifice those considered as a stain among their people.”

He is what we call an Edal—an empath who can hear souls. The rest of us can feel emotions, but he goes beyond that. When I asked him to describe it, Kayog said it sounds almost like a melody to him. Each person has a unique song that can only be matched by their soulmate.

As a Black Achromatic, I was immune to magical attacks. My wings absorbed all light wavelengths and dispelled the halo energy. As I couldn’t reflect light—and therefore colors—it also kept me from casting magic. The silver eyespots in my wings were the only thing that allowed me to perform a small amount of magic, but as silver wasn’t a color commonly found in the environment, that already weak ability was further stunted.

To my surprise, instead of talking to the male in front of her, she was looking at me with a grateful and approving smile. It did the strangest thing to me. I wasn’t used to this kind of reaction, even when I did nice things for people. To them, they were entitled to it.

“See, Atlas, it appears the Prism approves of my choice,” Venus said in a soft voice. “He also thinks your color doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, Venus. Atlas is your soulmate. Even when I don’t try, I succeed,” he said, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and disbelief. “It’s something else being me.”

“Yes. And as you know, I’m never wrong,” he said while patting my cheek affectionately. “Be happy, my dear. You deserve it.”

By the Lights, there was something insanely sexy about watching my mate verbally slap that obnoxious male in the politest and most reasonable voice possible.

“I’m sorry, Venus,” I repeated, mortified beyond words. “I feel and want things that aren’t meant for me, that I shouldn’t covet. My mind knows better, but my body and my heart have a will of their own. You’re so different, so beautiful, and so kind. In all my years, no one else’s presence has felt as harmonious, appeasing, and right as yours. Being near you makes me happy.”

“My Venus, my mate… I will fight for you. I will fight to keep you forever. You are mine, and I am yours.”

Any excuse to touch my woman was a win.

“I’m keeping you, Atlas. You’re mine, now and always,” she whispered against my chest.

“As long as I draw breath, I am yours, my Venus.”

“I hear you, my mate,” I replied tenderly. “My body, heart, and soul are yours, my Venus. I love you and intend to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing, not even that radioactive Queen will keep me from coming back to you. Anyway, you owe me a guided tour of the galaxy. Don’t think I’ll give you

an excuse not to make good on that promise.” She snorted, love and sadness warring for dominance on her beautiful face. “I love you, too, Atlas. And you’ll find out that the best way to piss off a human woman is to ruin her travel plans by being a no show. So get your butt back here, or I’ll come get you myself. Deal?” “Deal,” I replied softly before reclaiming her lips for one last passionate kiss.

months leading to us defeating Thaudras, Atlas developed a great passion for studying the ancient

But all that mattered to me was the beautiful woman in my arms, my impossible dream, my soulmate, my love.