Wicked Treason

 Book #2

He knows who his mate is and has done everything possible to keep the nephilim, Ambriel, out of his thoughts and his bed. He doesn’t have the patients or the time for a liar and a thief.

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A knock on the door drew him out of his thoughts.

Sin flicked her hand to open the door with her telekinesis—a talent the three of them shared. Of course, the door didn’t open because their magic didn’t work.

“This no magic thing is already getting old,” she grumbled as she stood and crossed the room to answer the door.

A familiar scent invaded his senses instantly as Sin pulled the door open.

Arric snapped his gaze toward the foyer and glared at the one female he thought he’d never see again. Ambriel, or Brie as she preferred to be called. He watched as Sin drew Brie into a hug, then he looked down at the young boy clinging to Brie’s leg.

No. Fucking. Way.

The boy had a mop of unruly brown curls and blue eyes Arric saw when he looked in the mirror every day. And the kid looked to be about five years old, which would be the right time frame since they split up.

When he moved his gaze to Brie, all the emotions crashed over him. The need to claim her was on the front line of those emotions. Even after the pain she caused when she left him five years ago without saying goodbye. Now with the betrayal of not telling him about his son…




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