Free The Half-Breed Who Found His Other Half by Scarlet Hyacinth

other is to hurt their supposed soul mates.”
    The child snickered. It was quite true. Shifters and incubi alike had no notion of priorities. When facing a choice between saving their mates or helping their people, they chose their mates. They did not realize that in the long run, such a mentality only corroded the very basis of their society. But he understood, and he knew he could easily use it. Family turned against family and friend against friend, all because of these mates, who often brought little else than sexual satisfaction to that particular person’s life.
    Witches and warlocks were not like that. They’d survived up to modern times because they’d clustered in covens. He himself had been able to transcend death because of the loyalty and sacrifice of his people. If not for one of the families in the coven agreeing to hosting his soul in their child’s body, he’d have died long ago.
    It was unfortunate that the boy in question had therefore ceased to exist, but it was just the type of sacrifice that needed to be done for all of them to survive. Powerful warlocks like him were hard to come by, and he’d spent his life protecting the coven. It made sense that the rest of the members would be loyal to him.
    Alas, shifters and incubi didn’t think that way. Hell, they’d been willing to risk open war over an unborn child. It just showed that they didn’t deserve to survive in a world where emotion was a liability.
    And for that reason alone, he could begin their systematic destruction.

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    “It’s true,” he told the woman who had been his wife. “They think they’re powerful now, but their strength is like a castle of cards. And we know exactly where to strike, don’t we, my dear?”
    They laughed as they recalled the elder werewolf and his son. “I almost feel bad for them,” the witch said. “Almost.”
    “I don’t,” he answered. “They deserve their fate.”
    Anyone who didn’t understand the course of existence deserved it.
    It was the law of nature, and he would teach it to the shifters who should have known it from the very beginning.

    * * * *

    Isaac carried his mate back into the house, panic coursing through him. He had no idea what had happened. One moment, he was chatting peacefully with Chantay, the next, the half fae had sensed something wrong and demanded to be taken back inside. Isaac had also felt a strange tension in the air, but the last thing he’d expected was for his beautiful baby to collapse in his arms, convulsing.
    Desperate, Isaac scanned his memory for the last place he’d seen Sterling or Winter. The two Sidhe were healers. They’d know what to do.
    As luck would have it, just as he meant to rush straight into the ballroom and demand for the Sidhe king to help Chantay, he ran into Winter. The prince took one look at Chantay and ran toward them.
    “What happened?” he asked, looking alarmed.
    “I don’t know,” Isaac replied, wishing like hell he’d at least been able to give Winter some information. “We were in the gardens, and suddenly, he felt something wasn’t right. I sensed it, too, like a presence. I couldn’t quite realize where it was coming from, though.
    We went back into the house, and then, all of a sudden, he collapsed.”
    Winter pressed his hand to Chantay’s forehead and murmured a brief incantation. Isaac waited to see what the Sidhe would do and was greatly relieved when bright light emanated from Winter’s 60 Scarlet
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    fingers. Chantay’s convulsions ceased, but he still didn’t recover consciousness.
    Isaac was dismayed when Winter pulled back. “Come on,” the Sidhe said. “We need to find Alexis. “He knows more about incubus nature than I do. Don’t worry, Isaac. We can make him well again.”
    Clearly, Isaac’s bond to Chantay was more than a little obvious.
    Isaac couldn’t bring himself to mind. He just wanted his beautiful lover whole and hale again.
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