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His guess—early-bird critters from the nearby mountain range. Although, the loudest noises sounded more like dolphins on speed than any flying creature he’d ever heard.
They’d always been that way. All hot and cold, and up and down, like a rollercoaster off its tracks. The only difference with that rollercoaster now… was that he no longer wanted to get off.
Heartache distorted his speech. He sank to his knees. “It would not stop, Alick. It would not stop. Went on for days. The roars. The wailing. Like a blade in my heart, ever twisting.”
Alec took him in. His sculpted chest. His abs. That captivating birthmark. King? Hell, no. This Kríe was a motherfucking deity.
Zercy suddenly felt like Alec’s stars. Like Alec’s home.
Zercy eased onto his side and cupped the back of Alec’s head, then pressed his lips to Alec’s and murmured softly, “You have always been this to me. My shelter inside the storm. That quiet melodic music that soothes my beast.”
Zercy had gone postal because they’d taken his mate. And despite their efforts, Alec had never wanted to leave.
“You’re not my king where orders count!” “Esh!” he barked, exasperated. “In what other way does it count to be king?” “King of my heart, you fucking oaf.” Zercy stilled and stared at him.
“Pick a side, Alick,” he grated. “My enemies or—” “You,” Alec blurted. “I will always pick you.”
Fuck, the things Zercy was saying. Velvet fingers across his heartstrings, serenading his soul,
