The One We Answer To: A Shifter MC Novel (Pureblood Predator MC Book 3)

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Authors: May Ellis Daniels
sound I hear her calling my name, Sedna, my love, and a part of me is thankful she found me, wants to feel her warmth—
    “Anik!” Pim screams, but her voice is far away.
    “Go!” I scream. “Please Pim! Just…fucking go! I don’t want…I can’t…”  
    I want my sister safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Or so I believed.  
    Then I met Sedna. And I realized it’s her love I want more than anything.  
    More than life itself—  
    The water’s pouring up my calves. Soon it will run up my chest, over my neck, down my throat, and I’ll be reunited with Sedna in the watery grave of Adlivun. I’ll cut myself open for her, feed her my flesh as loving offering—
    “My god Anik what’s happening?”  
    Lily’s voice. So quiet I can barely hear it.  
    The water’s moving up my skin. It’s reached my hips. It circles around my crotch, caresses my balls, makes my cock throb and swell and I see her now, Sedna my love, in her true home at the bottom of the Arctic ocean. Her house is a whalebone frame stretched tight with the clothing and skins of my drowned people. I’m looking down at her from above, I’m sinking to her, she’s crouching over something, her back turned to me—
    “She still has him,” Shiori says. “He hasn’t forgiven himself.”
    Shiori’s standing beside me.  
    The water parts around her, concentrates around me—
    My eyes can still move and I can turn my head a little but the rest of me is frozen. I try and plead for my packmates to help, please help me but only a watery moan escapes my lips—
    “What?” Lily screams. “Who?”
    “Sedna,” Shiori answers. “She captured him. Seduced him. He feels he deserves to be punished for…what he did. We broke free together but…he must still…want to be with her…”
    Shiori’s right. I need Sedna.  
    My animal spirit murdered my parents. I murdered my parents.  
    I’m a Taboo-Breaker. A Kin Eater.  
    A living curse.  
    I deserve this suffering.  
    Sedna’s there below me, I see her through a shimmering haze of icy blue-black water, her hair waving in the ocean currents, long and thick and matted, every broken taboo a knot or piece of filth in her black hair, and she’s consuming something, I can’t see what, but I hear the watery sound of my own screaming. The water runs over my hard cock, caressing me, urging my seed forward. Thin rivulets of the Kin Eater’s watery bodies run over my ribs, across my heart, chilling my blood and when I look down I see my skin is bloated and pale blue, like a corpse rotting on the ocean bottom—
    Something smacks into me. Lily.  
    She’s shouting, trying to knock the water away. But it’s like trying to stop a surging tide propelled by a blood red moon. Some things are simply meant to be. Like Sedna and me.  
    I am meant to be hers.  
    “We have to help him! Shiori! Help him!” Lily cries.
    A loud buzzing fills the room as the first drops of water reach my lips. The water tastes salty and too-sweet and its touch is so cold my breath freezes in my throat and I open my mouth to drink deep of her, swallow her down, my love Sedna, but instead of her comforting touch something flutters down my throat, or rather many things, buzzing, angry, and through the watery haze obscuring my vision I see a cloud of yellow wasps swarming around my head, pouring into my open mouth.
    Shiori.
    No. I’m hers!  
    Let me be Sedna’s. Please.  
    The wasp swarm fills my mouth, nostrils, ears, sealing me closed from the sweet ocean water.
    Warding me away from death, Princess of Adlivun.  
    But I’m still floating down into the murky ocean depths to greet my love. Sedna lifts her head from what she’s eating, turns to me, and beneath her I see a stretched-skin kayak and a male corpse draped across it, one arm already gnawed to bone, the other partially consumed. Sedna’s cradling the arm in a pair of small, delicate flippers, and when I look at the man’s face I see it’s me—
    Welcome home,

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