“You’ll never have to,” Arthur promised. “Close your eyes, sweetheart. When you open them again, you’ll see new colors from our souls being linked.”
Beatrix closed her eyes, ready to start her new life with her soul mates.
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Author’s Note
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading the Cursed Love charity anthology! I hope you enjoyed True Confessions of a Vegetarian Wolf.
If you’re not ready to say goodbye to Beatrix, Titan, or Arthur yet, then I have good news for you. There are many bonus chapters you can access for free! Not only do you get to witness them soul bonding, but you find out why Arthur has a grudge against Briar.
There are also plenty of other books set in this world. You can read about the characters you met during book club at the Dapper Dog. Their stories are all part of the Ours Evermore series. You can find all links here: https://linktr.ee/rkmunin.com
Cheers,
Rye
Fae Blood
Dae Storm
Blurb
Felicity Malbrom has never fit in. When she does a spell that is supposed to help her find out why she is the way she is, she accidentally summons a demon. He’s willing to help her discover herself, but for a bloody price.
Author’s Note
Merc is a transmasc demon who has chosen to have top surgery but not bottom surgery. The choice of word usage being ‘pussy’ for him is a personal one that represents him and his body alone. Everyone should be free to view their bodies in the ways that make them comfortable.
Content Warning
violence, blood drinking, fae as an allegory for autism, prejudice against fae.
Chapter One
Felicity POV
I can’t spend another Saturday night wondering why I am the way I am. My parents have no answers, because I’m adopted. Of course. Doctors label me as odd but overall healthy with no specific mental disorders. I’ve been poked and prodded, and besides having ‘slightly thick blood’, no one can tell me why I feel the way I do. Act the way I do.
I think the way I act is normal, but other people don’t seem to.
For a while I thought perhaps, I just have ‘not like other girls’ syndrome, but it’s more than that.
It has to be.
Besides, if I could be like other people, wouldn’t I have already done that by now? This can’t just be my own brain tricking me into thinking I need to be different.
I don’t want to be different. I just am.
For goodness’ sake, I’m sitting outside at two in the morning, moon-bathing. The moon feels so good on my skin. It’s warm and tingly. The way everyone else describes the sun. For me, thesun is harsh and far too bright. It makes my eyes hurt and my skin feel like it might leap off my body if I don’t get inside.
It’s why I’m stuck with a desk job, friends that I talk to mostly online, and sunscreen with the highest SPF possible.
At one point I’d live in the Pacific Northwest. It had been the best time of my life. The rain, the lack of sun…the greenery. It was so beautiful, but the moon didn’t shine nearly as clearly as somewhere with less clouds.
In order to get good moonlight, I had to move somewhere with better sunlight.