Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 124 (Patreon)

June 3, 2023

UPDATE: This ends on a tiny bit of a cliffhanger (nothing super major, but just FYI). Hope you enjoy.

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- CHAPTER 124 -

Everyone was happy to see us when we returned to the mansion after spending basically all day with Joseph, Rachel, Laura, and the others, with Miriam, Delilah, Gwen, Gabriella, Rebecca, Avery, Michelle, Elizabeth, and even Rosa coming out to greet us. They were all thankfully up-to-date on the situation, with Miriam confirming that there’d been nothing else on the news about what happened with Rachel earlier in the day.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t socialize long, since I still had things to do.

Gwen had pulled around her huge off-road vehicle and was ready to drive me and Elizabeth through the forest to the cottage. There had apparently once been a gravel driveway that led directly to our destination, but years of disuse meant it was pretty much overgrown and hidden from sight.

Prior to now, I’d never been in a vehicle so high off the ground, and even though Gwen was surprisingly casual in her driving, her acceleration gentle, it was still a lot of fun to venture through the trees in such a beast of a vehicle. The huge tires had no problem rolling through the brush, to the point that when we came across a fallen tree, Gwen just drove right over it like a speedbump.

It really made me want to go driving with her sometime, like she’d done with Miriam the previous week when they came out to meet us halfway, due to Natalie’s situation.

Elizabeth sat in the backseat, her sunglasses on, her overall expression neutral.

It was obvious both from her posture and aura that she was actually a bit anxious about this, now that it was really happening. Too anxious to enjoy the trip, not that we had too far to go anyway.

Both women were dressed very casually in clothing they didn’t mind catching on fire.

In Elizabeth’s case, she was borrowing a pair of jean shorts and simple cotton camisole top from Gwen, the shorts looking especially worn, to the point that the section between her legs looked nearly thin enough to tear, were she to try running in them.

She also wasn’t wearing a bra, or any underwear at all for that matter, since again it was possible either one of them might catch fire and end up burning both of their clothes off. It was for that reason that I tried not to glance back at her too much, considering her unsupported breasts bounced with every bump we hit.

Part of me suspected that she wouldn’t mind, but I also didn’t want to give off the impression that I was ‘only’ a horny eighteen-year-old who cared about one thing. As a mature woman, I was sure that Elizabeth would find it childish of me to gawk at her breasts, as if I were still a virgin. Granted, I had been a virgin not too long ago, and was definitely not getting bored of anyone’s physical appearance.

Plus, Gwen was in a similar predicament, wearing nearly the same outfit, and I knew she was very happy about me noticing when her tits bounced, her enormous nipples poking through the thin light material. I also loved focusing on her thick upper thighs as she drove, watching as the strong muscles tensed when she readjusted her hoof on the pedal.

Given that Miriam was extremely wealthy, and that Gwen had the capacity to catch on fire, there was no shortage of clothing in the imp’s closet, so it was no big deal if they both really lost their outfits.

What mattered most was Elizabeth not burning up the suit she’d worn to the funeral, since it was the only clothing she’d brought with her.

Deciding to check the time on my phone, seeing that it was getting close to 8 PM, I noticed the date for the first time in several days.

May 3.

Of course, when all this started, I’d been well aware there was only about one week of April left, but Friday and Saturday had now come and gone without me noticing that it was already May. All of which meant tomorrow would be May 4 already.

The reason it mattered?

Because of Tuesday, May 5.

For basically five years now, it had been a yearly tradition for me and Serenity to go out to eat at a Mexican restaurant on Cinco de Mayo. One of the many small rituals we’d established as part of the two of us basically forming our own little family. And something that was important enough that I’d probably go out to eat with only her, just the two of us, despite having quite a few more people in my life.

When we arrived at the cottage, I saw that it was less overgrown than I expected, and definitely still in nice condition. Gwen clarified that her mistress had sent someone by the place about six months ago, during the winter months, to clean up both inside and out. And sure enough, it wasn’t rundown at all on the inside.

The lights turned on without a problem, and the air only smelled a little stuffy inside.

Having set down the supplies we brought, including a few blood bags and syringes, Gwen opened a few screened windows to let some fresh air in, otherwise telling us that we were free to roam around and make ourselves comfortable.

Elizabeth was definitely more anxious now.

She took off on her own down the short hallway as she checked out the two bedrooms, with Gwen instead opening what I thought was a closet and heading down into an unfurnished basement.

Well, mostly unfurnished.

There was a metal bedframe similar to the one in Gwen’s fireproof basement room at the mansion, as well as a leather couch covered in plastic, but otherwise it was pretty bare. The walls and floor were bare concrete, a large drain out in the open, and it was fairly dark, since the only small window was overgrown on the outside with vegetation.

“Are we doing it down here?” I wondered.

Gwen sounded amused. “I would love to do you anywhere, master,” she said playfully.

I grinned. “But seriously,” I prompted, since she hadn’t answered the question even in her thoughts.

When she didn’t respond, rummaging through an old chest in the corner, I realized she was intentionally keeping her mind blank. Very successfully so, too.

I gave her a confused look when she finally stood up and turned toward me, walking over with a much smaller wooden chest.

Her expression was somber. “Master, I feel bad that I never understood the value of this until earlier today. But now I’m hoping that this gift to me…will also now be a gift from me…to you.”

Surprised, and still a little confused, I accepted the small wooden box and opened it up, revealing a dark purple velvet interior, finding myself staring at the two items within.

A beautiful silver pendant with a rich colored amethyst jewel. One that was full of magical energy, and clearly warded against tarnishing or damage.

As well as a small unfolded piece of parchment that looked like it might be decades old.

Gwen’s voice was quiet. “This was with me when I woke up. Next to my naked body when my mistress found me.”

I focused on the elegant script.

‘To my beloved Gwenvael. The gift of life, and something to remember me by, for your birthday.’

My jaw and throat were suddenly tight.

My eyes stung.

I couldn’t remember creating this pendant, but knew I’d crafted it with my own hands.

I couldn’t remember warding this beautiful necklace, but knew I’d given it the same protection I’d given Gwen herself.

And I couldn’t remember setting this beside her, right before I finally woke her up, but I could remember the pain of leaving her side before she opened her eyes for the first time in two millennium.

Two thousand years.

I closed the chest when Gwen closed the gap between us, holding it in one hand at my side when she wrapped both her arms around my neck, conforming her body to mine as I did my best to not cry.

I hadn’t been prepared to feel these raw wounds again.

“I’m sorry, master,” she whispered, her warm body pressed firmly into mine. “It was not my desire to make you upset, and I’m ashamed that I had no idea who even gave me this until now. Ashamed that I valued this gift far less than I should have. For had I known, I never would have taken it off.”

My throat was tight, one of my arms wrapped firmly around her waist. “Can…Can I put it on you?” I whispered.

“Please,” she said simply.

I took another shaky breath as she pulled away again, holding the box up to open it, and then carefully pulling out the pendant. It was only about the size of a quarter and the silver chain was small but also far less delicate than modern necklaces. Still, it had been something I’d made with my own hands.

Something I’d made for her.

Accepting the wooden chest from me, she gently set it down on the plastic-covered couch, and then turned as she stepped back toward me, reaching behind to grab at her hair, even though it was already only about chin-length, enough so that the back of her neck was partially exposed anyway.

The light camisole also left most of her delicate back exposed, her pale skin looking smooth and soft, her furry midnight tail rubbing back and forth against my thighs.

I carefully lifted the necklace over her horns and then pulled it around her neck, being unsurprised by the snug fit, the pendant resting perfectly between her collar bones. The attachment in the back was a metal rod that slipped between a metal ring, feeling almost as if the two ends had a magnetic pull toward each other.

Likely magic to prevent it from falling off unless it was intentionally taken off.

I then ran my fingers along her delicate shoulders and down her upper arms, before slowly sliding my hands forward, grabbing handfuls of her perky tits briefly prior to pulling her into a tight embrace. Her tail shoved between my legs and then curled up behind me, the end stroking the middle of my back. At the same time, she reached up to hold onto my forearms as she turned her head, my lips resting against her cheek.

My world felt small again, as if the two of us were the only ones in it.

And she had so much love, affection, and longing in her heart for me.

I’d almost forgotten that Elizabeth was even in the house, until she called out hesitantly from the top of the basement stairs.

“Umm, are you two down there?”

Gwen twisted in my arms to briefly rest her purple lips against mine, before pulling away to speak up.

“Yes, but we can do this upstairs. Be right up.”

“Are you sure?” I wondered. “Would be a shame if the house burned down.”

She shook her head. “The house is warded, so if it’s a small fire, then it shouldn’t burn the actual walls. What my mistress is most concerned about is a big explosion, in which case, being in the basement won’t save the building.”

“Oh.” I focused on the walls and upper floor above us, trying to sense the magical wards she spoke of. “Okay, that makes sense,” I added, beginning to pick up on the traces of magic, now that I was trying to.

She nodded, grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs.

Elizabeth had a raised eyebrow as she eyed us, her sunglasses at the top of her rich brown hair, her dark green eyes focusing on the pendant briefly. It was obvious from her tone that she was trying to force herself to relax a little by being playful. “Really? Bringing me along and then leaving me out of the fun?”

“Did you want to be a part of the fun?” I asked just as playfully.

She smirked at that, but then gave a more serious answer. “Kind of figured it was what you wanted.”

I was just as serious, glancing at Gwen as she closed the basement door. “Honestly, if it’s not what you want, then you don’t need to force yourself. I definitely want to be able to trust you, but our relationship doesn’t have to be physical.”

She pursed her lips at that. “But I can assume that you have no reservations for being physical, if it is what I want, right?”

“Of course,” I agreed, only to speak more lighthearted again. “I mean, you saw my expression when I saw your face without the sunglasses for the first time. You’re definitely one of the hottest MILFs I’ve ever seen.”

She gawked at me. “Did you seriously just call me a MILF?” she said in disbelief.

I laughed, my tone amused. “I did. And I’ve been thinking about you that way ever since yesterday morning. Pretty much ever since you said you were no one’s step-mom. Or at least since you agreed to be loyal to me.”

She scoffed at that, trying to stop the smirk from tugging on her lips. “Well, I sure hope you don’t go around calling other women that.”

“Just the ones I want to have sex with,” I teased.

She rolled her green eyes. “If there’s anything that never changes, it would definitely be how young you and your brother’s act. I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re just another horny boy, deep down.”

“Yeah, but at least I’m not immature, right?”

She sighed. “Yes, I suppose I can give you that, at least.”

I frowned. “Well, and I should probably also mention that I generally try to be respectful. As in, I’m not going to ever be the one to make a move on you. So if you were hoping for me to sweep you off your feet, it’s not going to happen unless you make it clear you want it to happen.”

She rolled her green eyes again. “Yeah, well, that works out for me just fine, because if I can choose, then I’d prefer to initiate that kind of thing.”

I shrugged. “I’ll take that as a ‘no for now’ then.”

“For sex,” she clarified. “You are free to initiate touching and kissing. I’d just prefer you not try to push for more, if I’m not feeling it.”

My eyebrows raised at that, specifically because…

That sounded like an invitation.

And as I held her gaze, her expression became a bit vulnerable, as if she was visibly opening herself up to what she knew what I was going to do. Specifically, opening herself up…

To me accepting the invitation.

After a brief hesitation, I closed the gap, walking up to her and reaching for the side of her face with one hand, wrapping my arm firmly around her with the other, pulling her tightly against my body as I pressed my lips to hers.

She took a sharp breath through her nose briefly, only to melt into my kiss and against my body, letting me support all her weight as she slowly slipped her warm tongue into my mouth. Her mature figure felt amazing against mine. And finally getting to kiss the sexy woman that was Elizabeth Monroe was sending thrills of excitement throughout my chest.

I finally moved my hand from the side of her face down to her ass, giving her a firm squeeze as I felt her amazing butt, only to reach down with the other hand too, pulling her asscheeks apart briefly as I supported more of her weight.

I was actually kind of surprised that her body felt heavy.

Certainly not heavy enough that it was a struggle to hold her against me, but more heavy than I would have anticipated, given her size.

I almost wondered if I was imagining it, but then she was supporting her own weight again, pulling away as she laughed awkwardly.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.”

“What’s embarrassing?” I asked seriously.

She groaned and looked away. “I’m not sure you’d want me to tell you.”

“Well, now I have to know,” I said playfully.

She sighed, still not looking at me as she crossed her arms over her unsupported breasts. “Are you sure? Because it kind of has to do with me being with your father.”

“Oh,” I said simply, thinking about that for a few seconds.

But honestly, he was gone forever, and it wasn’t like I didn’t have other women who had been in previous relationships. I felt like I could handle whatever she had to say.

I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s fine. I obviously realize you were with him.”

She grimaced, visibly embarrassed. “Yeah, well, you know that as just a fact, but you don’t know what ‘being with him’ actually entailed for women. For pretty much all incubi, women are just sex pets. And while he treated me with some respect at the office, it wasn’t like I was immune to that status in the bedroom.”

Gwen abruptly chimed in. “He trained you,” she surmised. “To act and react a certain way.”

I glanced at the maid in surprise, only to realize the obvious. The reason why Gwen suspected that, was because Miriam had done the same to her.

I focused on Elizabeth again. “Oh, so then was it something I did?”

She took a deep breath. “Well, having my ass grabbed like that usually meant I was about to get some chick’s face buried in my crack. My reflex was to bend over and start choking on your cock while some random slut gave me a rim-job.”

My eyebrows shot up at that. “Huh,” I said simply.

“That’s all?” she said in surprise, finally focusing on me again.

I shrugged. “I guess I never really put two-and-two together enough to realize you were probably super slutty yourself, and that you’ve probably been in a ton of orgies.”

She gawked at me. “Did you seriously just call me a slut? Seriously? First a MILF, and now this?”

I smirked, knowing she wasn’t truly offended. “Well, you certainly don’t give off that impression when you’re in public.” I then grinned. “The slut part, at least. Definitely a MILF though.”

She rolled her eyes, scoffing again. However, her tone was a bit more serious, and almost vulnerable. “So, that doesn’t bother you, then?”

“In hindsight, kind of makes sense, I guess. You’ve been putting up this front that you’re not slutty, but now that I think about it, I’m not sure how you could have managed that.”

If anything, it kind of explained why I had kept making her horny at the funeral.

She sighed, glancing away again. “Because honestly, I really don’t like thinking of myself as a whore, but when I think about the way I’ve lived for several centuries now, and all the women I’ve had sex with, there’s kind of only one way to view it.” She shrugged with her arms still crossed. “But that was just part of the deal. Being with an immortal affords a lot of benefits, but also comes with certain expectations.”

“So does that mean you’re not wanting to be slutty with me, now that you have the freedom to choose?” I wondered seriously.

Because one thing was clear.

She’d just stated plainly that she ‘preferred’ to initiate sex, and would ‘prefer’ I didn’t push for it if she wasn’t in the mood.

Elizabeth frowned at that, her brow furrowing intensely as she sincerely thought about it. She then glanced at Gwen after a few seconds, only to look away entirely, visibly pensive.

Finally, she focused on me again.

“I think the issue is that I actually care about what you think of me,” she admitted. “I was never compelled, and even though I never loved your father, I also never disliked the sex. Even just yesterday, and I wouldn’t have been ashamed to admit that, assuming I were willing to tell someone in the first place, but now I kind of feel ashamed. Largely because of the perception that probably creates of me, at least in your view.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I offered. “You’re basically saying that being with him wasn’t in any way a sacrifice for you, that you even perhaps enjoyed yourself a lot, but that you’re now concerned I’ll feel differently about you, simply because you fully enjoyed your life before meeting me.” I paused, deciding to just be blunt. “Hence, you’re still trying hard to put up a front that you’re not slutty, even though deep-down you kind of are.”

She raised her eyebrows at that, just staring at me.

“Or is that wrong?” I wondered, not at all worried about offending her.

She finally sighed heavily as she shook her head. “No, I guess that’s pretty much it. But clearly you care less than I would have initially thought. In which case, if that’s what you really want, then I can do that for you.”

“Which part?” I wondered.

She rolled her green eyes. “Be a slut for you. A sex pet, like what I’m already used to.”

My brow furrowed. “Is that what you actually want though?”

She scoffed. “Honestly? Kind of. I mean, if admitting that to you isn’t going to cause you to feel like I’m a dirty whore, then yeah. I’m comfortable with that.”

“So then…I can initiate the sex?” I clarified.

She shrugged with another heavy sigh. “Yeah.”

I sighed as well. “You’re kind of giving me whiplash here,” I admitted. “First you said you want to initiate sex, and now you’re saying you want me to use you however I want.”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Yeah, and I’m sorry. But you have to remember that only just yesterday you were just some kid who I was supposed to pick up for the funeral, and I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I don’t have to hide our relationship from your father. Like, I don’t have to worry about him noticing that I’ve slept with another guy.”

Suddenly, everything fully clicked for me.

“Ohhh,” I said in surprise. “You were wanting to initiate it, because you were still thinking about the potential consequences of us getting found out if we had sex at an inopportune time. Like right before you have to go back in for work.”

She gestured toward me with her hand, meeting my gaze again. “Yeah, pretty much. Your father has been in my life for a very long time now, and while I’m certainly not mourning his death, I’m also struggling to fully grasp just how much this changes things. A part of me still doesn’t even feel like he’s really gone, even though I know he is.”

I nodded. “Okay. So since I don’t mind the fact that you’re a slutty MILF, does that mean you’ll officially be my sex pet?”

She gawked at me, only to roll her eyes again. “Yes,” she groaned. “Horny boy,” she added in a mumble.

“And what does that entail?” I wondered.

She rolled her eyes again. “Exactly what you think it entails. Fuck me whenever you want. Tell me to fuck whoever you want. And otherwise decide what my sex life is like.”

I honestly hadn’t really thought about it like that, but I supposed that made sense. That her being my sex pet meant she was a plaything for me to enjoy, which ultimately resulted in me dictating what sex was like for her. Including her having sex with others, because I’d told her to.

“Huh. Cool,” I said simply, gesturing toward the kitchen. “So then, ready to get started?”

Her eyebrows shot up at that, looking that way too. “On the table?” she asked hesitantly.

“Figured I’d stick you in bed,” I said playfully.

She rolled her eyes yet again. “So does that mean you’re going to wait until I’m passed out to enjoy me?”

I scoffed. “No, I wouldn’t do that.”

She shrugged. “You could, if you want.”

My brow furrowed. Of course, her words sounded sincere, but her aura was especially sincere too, revealing that she’d really decided that’s how it would be.

That she would be my sex pet now.

It was something she’d already been very accustomed to, something she even enjoyed, and her main hesitation was worrying that I’d think less of her for automatically jumping ships and being my sex pet instead.

My tone was reassuring. “Well, thank you for the offer, and that’s definitely good to know that you don’t mind at all, but I’d rather you be awake for it. Although, I am honestly glad we had this talk beforehand,” I admitted. “Because, while I was committed to giving you some of my blood, I also wasn’t entirely sure where we stood at this point, in terms of our relationship. And while your complete one-eighty still feels a little jarring to me, it’s nice to know that you care about my opinion, and that this is also what you really want. Even if your main reason for being with me is for the perks.”

She sighed heavily at that. “Look, if you really want to know, I actually do like you, which is a lot more than what I could say about your father. You very clearly care about Serenity a lot, very clearly put her needs above your own where it really counts, which tells me you really do view women as people, and from the moment our flames touched in the car for the first time, I felt like I’d been waiting for this my whole life.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m honestly not just saying that.” She smirked. “Plus, if I’m being fully honest, you’re super young, and superhot. And what slutty MILF doesn’t want a hot young stud to shove her up against the wall and teach her who’s boss?”

I laughed at that, feeling a bit excited about doing just that eventually.

She grinned in response.

Gwen finally spoke up again. “Are we ready to get started then, master?”

I nodded, turning to walk into the kitchen. “Yeah, and no reason to be nervous, Elizabeth,” I added, feeling a hint of anxiety in her aura again after getting her mind off it. “I’ll take care of you.”

“That super skinny blonde girl really used to be a vampire, right?” she unexpectedly blurted out.

Having grabbed the stuff, I turned to focus on her in surprise. “Well, she kind of still is a vampire, just without the drawbacks. But why bring that up?”

She grimaced at that. “Well, no reason. Other than just being concerned that your blood might affect me differently. I mean, technically I was born human, but my body is a lot different than it was nearly four-hundred years ago.”

“It’ll be fine,” I promised.

She sighed, simply nodding.

Gwen turned to lead the way down the hallway to the two bedrooms, only to not hesitate climbing up on the bed and laying down. I quickly moved to sit down on the bed beside her, pulling out a syringe to drawn some of my blood.

Gwen was just staring at me with almost awe in her gorgeous crimson eyes. Her amethyst pendant was resting just below her neck.

I spoke up as I filled the tube halfway. “You aren’t nervous, are you?”

“No, master. Especially not now that I fully understand who you are to me. I believe you always intended to give me this gift eventually.”

I smiled. “The necklace, or my blood?”

Her purple lips tugged at the side, a warm smile touching her face. “Making me how you are now, master. You warded my body from all magical damage with very powerful magic, but I believe this was always your long-term goal.”

I nodded, shifting my weight on the bed, and I reached down to hold her arm. “Ready?”

“Always, master,” she said affectionately.

I gently inserted the needle and her eyes began fluttering close the moment I just barely started, completely passed out by the time I finished injecting her with my blood. I then pulled the needle out and just watched for a moment, verifying that she was having a normal reaction.

She was.

I took a deep breath and stood up, focusing on Elizabeth standing by the door.

“Ready?”

She visibly swallowed and then nodded, her anxiety spiking again as she turned around to go lay down in the bedroom directly across the hallway.

I was about to speak up, but then my brow furrowed when she started climbing into bed, the metal springs whining way more than I was expecting, even the wooden frame creaking in complaint, her body sinking down way more than I was anticipating. And yet, she just laid down calmly and got comfortable, not seeming too concerned about how much she was sinking into the mattress.

I was seriously considering commenting about it, but then when I sat down at the edge, the mattress collapsed a bit more beneath my weight than it had when I sat on the other bed. Which meant, it really was just the mattress.

And clearly I was being paranoid, not that it would be that big of a deal if she was heavier than she looked, since her body was clearly ‘different’ than most, given that she could catch fire without burning.

Thus far, I’d seen her sit in a car, as well as seen her sit in wooden pews and metal chairs the previous day, and then I’d also seen her lay down in a sturdy bed the previous night. All of which seemed to support her weight just fine. She’d also been at the mansion all day, and I was sure someone would have mentioned something if things seemed off about her.

Her aura was definitely that of the Elizabeth I knew, and I already knew she was supernatural.

For all I knew, maybe her fire spirit actually weighed something and made her a little heavier.

Or maybe I was truly just imagining things, due to this bed that needed replacing.

I took a deep breath when I felt her anxiety spike more.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised again, opening up a second syringe. “I’ve given my blood to several people who were human. And I’ve given my blood to Delilah, as well as Gwen now too. They’re both fine, and they’re both going to be fine.”

She nodded. “I…I know...I can’t help it. Partially because of Bethel. She wants this, but is also scared of something new.”

“Ah.” I nodded, things making more sense now. “Well, Bethel, I feel very confident that nothing bad will happen, and that you’ll both be okay.”

“T-Thanks,” Liz managed.

“Didn’t help, did it,” I assumed, forcing the needle in my arm and drawing some blood.

She laughed. “No, not really.”

I smiled at her, pulling out the needle, and then reaching down for her arm.

She was trembling slightly.

“Ready?” I repeated.

She immediately focused up at the ceiling, taking a shaky breath. “Y-Yeah.”

I gently inserted the needle into her arm, still trying to reassure her. “No reason to worry. Everyone reacts well to my blood. Even cursed beings, like Rosa and Natalie.”

Elizabeth focused on me in surprise. “N-Natalie?” she repeated. “The girl with blue hair?”

I’d already begun injecting some of my blood, but quickly stopped, knowing it was already kind of too late since her eyes were starting to droop. “Yeah, of course. She’s…” My voice trailed off, suddenly realizing I might never have told Elizabeth about Natalie’s situation.

Realizing for the first time that I’d mentioned the werewolf attack back at the cathedral, but never explained why they attacked, when Elizabeth was listening in. Also realized that I only shared that information eventually with Joseph and Rachel earlier today, when I visited their home in the morning.

And thus, I realized for the first time…

That Elizabeth had no idea Natalie’s role in everything.

Of course, it wasn’t the most important thing for Liz to know right this second, but I tried to tell her before she completely passed out, wanting her to fall asleep feeling reassured.

“Yeah. Sorry, I never explained, but Natalie is the werewolf I cured.”

Unexpectedly, all at once, Elizabeth’s eyes flew open in alarm, beginning to glow orange.

“W-Werewolf?!” she yelled, her tone growing even louder, sounding almost hysterical. “What kind of werewolf is--”

Her eyes fells shut, her head fell fully back again on the pillow, and her entire body grew limp.

Just like that, she was out.

And I just stared at her for a long moment, trying to understand why she was so alarmed by that. Especially when she’d spoken so calmly about Rosa, the vampire girl.

Like, why was she so distressed to find out that Natalie was a werewolf?

Damn.

Maybe she was freaking out because of her anxiety.

Either way, she was clearly reacting normally to my blood at least.

Taking a deep breath, I finished injecting the remainder of the syringe, having given both of them about half a tube.

I then set the needle on the bedside table and just focused on her passed out expression as she seemed to sleep soundly, though looking a bit like someone had knocked her out cold, like how Delilah seemed in the car the previous night. Glancing through the open doorway across the hall, I noticed that Gwen visibly looked much more peaceful, with me finally sighing heavily.

Now…it was just time to wait.

Or at least, that’s what I assumed.

Shifting my weight, about to get up to roam around the cottage a little…

Elizabeth’s eyes abruptly flew open, glowing bright orange.

Liz was completely unconscious right now…

But Bethel…

Bethel…abruptly sat up in bed.

Visibly terrified and panicked.

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