Soul of Salvation by Ali Stuebbe

Author:Ali Stuebbe [Stuebbe, Ali]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Draven

We all parted ways to rest for the remainder of the day, but sleep has yet to make an appearance. The hole in my wall stares back at me as I lay on my bed. Taunting me with my failures. Bringing back memories of a time I didn’t recognize myself. The lows I faced when Emma vanished were restrained…because there was still a sliver of hope of her being alive.

But when my father died…

When he died, I became the beast I always knew lurked within if pushed.

Sure, I may embody and look like a “Dark Prince,” as some call me, but that’s not the true reason why. And it’s a part of my past I’m not proud of and don’t ever talk about because, for years, I never smiled. I spilled more blood than I’m capable of giving back. I searched for reasons to fight, to feel my fist slam into the bone of a person until I heard that satisfying crack. I was possessed by grief. There was no hope. My father was dead.

The one that I remember the most was when a male laid a hand on a child for knocking his drink over and spilling it. Everything became a blur for me. The crowd faded as I dragged him back to the alley and landed blows on him until he reached an inch of his life. A small cry had cut through the haze of red I was caught in, looking up to find the small child huddled near the back door of the tavern.

The look in her frightened eyes caused me to pause and back away from the male who dared to harm someone so young and innocent. And when I had taken a step towards the little girl to reassure her, she stepped away from me, which caused something sharp to twist inside my chest.

She was just as scared of me as the one who hurt her. That was the night I began taking my grief out on the Corrupted. To channel my anger and keep the fear out of the eyes of my people.

I promised myself to never return to who I was then. I need to be someone Emma deserves. I need to be worthy of her.

During the months she was gone, I never allowed myself to think too long or fantasize about her. Now that I know where she is and that she’s safe, I let myself have that comfort.

There have been more times than I can count when thinking of her, picturing her pleasuring herself right here in this spot, which made my cock harden in seconds. Making me fist it tightly and jerk to the image of her until I roar out another orgasm.

But today, I just want to picture her lying beside me, curled up in my arms. The way her hair looks fanned out over my pillow, our legs tangled together, and her chest rising and falling softly against mine. She would look so magical right now in that position, with how the sunlight drifts over the bed.

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