The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 252: Past Scars

Chapter 252: Past Scars

The Witch looked at Logi like she wanted to eat him and split out his bones, and then proceeded to burn them to pieces until there was nothing left.

"Why did they want you?" Logi asked, hoping he would divert the tension before she succeeded in doing whatever fantasies she had in mind.

"Why else?"

"The Court wanted your power."

The Witch winked. "Exactly. They have me on their side, and they become unstoppable. No one mentioned if I would be willing or not when they got their hands on me."

Logi leaned away from his seat. "How do I know we can trust you?"

She may have saved Isadora, but it didn’t change the fact that she was a total stranger to them.

She snickered. "You don’t, I’m only on your side because of my daughters’ well-being."

"I can work with that, same goes for Isadora, too. You’re her Spirit mother, and I respect that. But a witch is a witch."

The corner of her lips twitched. "I’ve got a feeling, you and I will blend very well."

Logi shivered.

~♧~

The creatures of the night emerged to enjoy the nocturne. From crickets to the owls, they tramped freely, making the woods look more enchanted than it was in the daytime.

The dark skies were blanketed with millions of stars, and it reflected on everything.

The wind screened in through the window, the room was a total disarray.

The frames hanging on the walls were either sloped or cracked. What was left of the dressers mirror was smashed to pieces against the floor, and the furniture was either tumbled or misplaced.

The only thing left standing was the bed, but the frames holding the curtains were broken and cast aside in the corner.

Isadora lay asleep, the white sheet barely concealing her naked body, marked with bruises and fingerprints.

Kraven stood close to the window, naked, his back a map of scratches and bite marks covering up to his neck.

His silver eyes were fixed on the star-covered skies. The view of it reminded him of Lumindor. The stars were always shrouded with it, at night.

Memories of his past gripped him; it wasn’t something he liked to remember because none were good memories, but there were times he yearned for.

His sister.

She was the only good thing in his past. His father succumbed each day to the madness, and his mother was trapped in a marriage with a man she didn’t love.

The mate bond was forced solely to produce strong bloodlines, so it did nothing to bring love to their union.

But over time, his mother and father had an understanding partnership.

Her duty was serving him in bed along with his madness, until one day she never woke up when his father went too far and lost his mind.

Kraven had now realized that he would never follow in his father’s footsteps because he had learned to accept his madness to the point it became one with him.

He could finally control it.

However, the only thing that scarred him was the look he recalled on his mother’s eyes whenever she looked at his father. They may have been forced, mate, but they bonded.

What if Isadora never accepts him when she finds out the truth? Would she be trapped in a union and hate the bond like his mother did?

Isadora stirred awake, although she was exhausted, the loss of Kraven’s body against hers made her sleep turn cold. His body offered a protective warmth, and she wanted it back again.

She opened her eyes, her vision blurry for a few seconds before it centered clearly on Kraven.

"Kraven?"

Just at a glance, she could tell the air around him was impenetrable, walls were around him, a complete contrast to how he was with her the entire day.

They might have caved to their desire in a feat of passion, but she felt closer and more connected with him.

She no longer felt his thirst pinned on her like a hawk, and having that obstacle out of the way made a drastic change to their relationship, and she couldn’t wait to unravel more sides of Kraven that didn’t involve bloodlust.

A smile curled back on Isadora’s lips. "Come back to bed."

Kraven moved his hands away from the window frame and faced Isadora, a look in his eyes she couldn’t decipher.

"What if I told you I didn’t randomly stumble on a mannfae in Desire Haven?"

Isadora narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What—"

"Get dressed, I want to show you something." He walked closer to the bed.

"Is everything alright?" Isadora asked, worried.

"Can you walk?"

She blushed as she looked away.

Kraven chuckled. "Come on, I’ll help." He reached for her, but he slapped his hand away.

"I’m not handicapped!"

"Hmm, I’m not treating you as such."

"Then why are you doing this? Being romantic doesn’t look good on you."

He tipped his head to the side. "I’m not. I want you to get dressed, and the only way to get that done is if I help you."

"I’ll do it myself," Isadora said, determined to refuse his help.

This new side of Kraven frightened her. He might have been barbaric throughout their activities, but at some point, it wasn’t just fucking, it was passionate, overwhelming and inbetween those moments she discovered how Kraven treasured her. Softly.

It was strange, and she couldn’t explain how that made her feel. Kraven was always straightforward with his actions, but now they just confused her.

Isadora tried to crawl away, disregarding the searing pain between her legs and the aches throughout her body, but Kraven grasped her waist and yanked her back to him, like she was a bunny trying to hop away.

"I love your feistiness, darling. It’s perfect because now I have an excuse." A dark shade took over his silver orbs.

Isadora’s heart skipped a beat. "An excuse to do what?"

She screeched when he seized the back of her neck and forced her face down on the bed. She squirmed but his palm descended on her butt in a harsh impact.