Moth to Her Flame: Mated to the Monster: Season 3 by Alana Khan

Author:Alana Khan [Khan, Alana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Temptation of the Horizontal Publishing, LLC
Published: 2025-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Riven

Watching Chelsea laugh at Cypher the Shadow Cat’s terrible pun about receiving “purr-fect” reception in her makeshift broadcast studio fills me with contentment. She’s lounging at the communal dining table, feet propped on an empty chair, completely at ease among my found family—even though she’s been here just a few days. The sight fills my chest with warmth.

“At least my jokes are better than Dante’s,” Cypher defends himself, whiskers twitching.

“Low bar.” Chelsea tosses a grape at him, which he catches with feline grace. “Even Volt’s weather puns are better. At least he has sound effects.”

“I resent that.” Volt’s thunderous laugh belies his words. “My puns are electrifying.” He ruffles his feathers until they make electric crackling noises.

The easy banter, the way she fits so naturally into our weird dynamic—it’s everything I never dared hope for. Her initial fear has melted into genuine affection for these outcasts who’ve become her protectors. My wings stiffen slightly, unable to contain my joy.

Although it’s not safe for my thoughts to drift in the wrong direction, I can’t help but picture us together years from now, laughing and joking. I force that thought to the far recesses of my mind, where I stash it next to images of a little mothbaby that looks like a miniature Chelsea with beautiful wings.

My antennae perk with fresh energy as I catch her stealing glances at me between conversations. The way she watches my hands when I gesture, how her breath catches slightly when my probe emerges—these small tells make my wings ripple with energy.

Then I notice her fidgeting with something under the table. A folded piece of paper appears in her hand as she stands.

“Need to prep for tonight’s show.” Her cheeks flush slightly as she passes me the note. “I need some time to get ready.”

The ruff on the back of my neck stands on end as I nod, watching her retreat down the crystal-lit corridor. Every instinct screams to follow, but her request for space holds me back.

In my room, the note unfolds to reveal her hurried scrawl:

Dare I reveal a fantasy I’ve nursed since I began Nocturnal Transmissions in my isolated mountain cabin? During my show, someone slips inside my studio and eases up behind me. Strong arms wrap around me, but never where listeners might hear movement. Gentle kisses on my neck, fingers in my hair. Making it deliciously difficult to maintain my professional voice. Whispering sweet things between segments. Making me burn while I force myself to stay in control…

My wings unfurl, exploding with golden light, their glow reflecting off the crystal walls. Heat floods my system as I read the words again and again. My antennae quiver with anticipation… and arousal. No matter how many times I parse through the words, searching for the punchline of a joke, it’s clear this isn’t just serious; it’s an invitation.

My entire body thrums with need. The mere thought of touching her that way makes my nectar probe emerge unconsciously, seeking sweetness it can’t have. Yet.

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