The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 03

The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 03

Those three seconds of silence stretched like three centuries.

My brain was running at warp speed.

The alcohol burned off. Completely.

All the clues slammed together like puzzle pieces—

He ran hot but never got colds.

He never got sick.

That scent that made my instincts hum.

Why none of my moves ever worked—not because he wasn’t interested.

Because he was holding back.

Pushing it down.

Exactly like I’d been doing with my own tail.

“You…”

My voice shook when I spoke.

Not from fear.

From anger.

Three months.

Three months this succubus had been starving.

Almost died.

Because this man had been faking?

Lucian took a breath.

His face smoothed over in a split second, but that tail he’d already exposed had blown his cover completely.

“Tessa.” His voice dropped half an octave. “What did you see?”

I glared at him.

“What do you think?”

He pressed his lips together.

“I can explain.”

“Then explain.”

“…”

He went quiet.

A full five seconds of silence.

Then: “Tell me how much you drank first.”

“Six bottles.”

“And there’s no chance you imagined it?”

I shot up from the bed.

Stuck my hand out, pointing at my ankle.

“Lucian, your tail was wrapped around me ten seconds ago. I can still feel the warmth on my skin. And you’re telling me I imagined it?”

His composure cracked—just a little.

“…”

“What are you?”

The question left my mouth before I could stop it, and my tail nearly popped out from the sheer adrenaline.

Good thing I had enough control to shove it back down.

Because—

I still didn’t know if he knew what I was.

If he knew I was a succubus, what did the last three months of pretending even mean?

If he didn’t—

Then I had a choice to make.

Keep pretending I was human and grill him, or come clean.

I decided to test the waters first.

“What kind of monster are you?”

Lucian’s brow furrowed.

“…I’m not a monster.”

“Then what was that tail? Some kind of cosplay prop?”

“Tessa.”

“Is it a tumor? Did you grow a mass on your tailbone that—”

“Tessa.” He cut me off.

His voice had an edge to it. A bite.

For the first time, I heard actual emotion in his tone.

And as a succubus, I felt it instinctively—

A wave of energy radiating off him.

Thick.

Intense.

Nothing like what a human could produce.

Every hair on my body stood up.

Not from fear.

From… hunger.

God, the smell.

The energy coming off this man was intoxicating.

Three months without a meal, and suddenly I was standing in the middle of a Thanksgiving feast.

My rational brain was screaming—stay calm.

My instincts were screaming—feed, feed, feed.

“Take a breath.” Lucian stepped back.

He must have seen the change in my expression.

But he read it wrong.

He thought I was scared.

I was actually ravenous.

“I’m not—human.” He finally admitted it, voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m not here to hurt you.”

He paused.

“I was going to tell you. When the time was right.”

“So you married a human woman. But you’re not human yourself?”

“…Yes.”

“Then what are you?”

He didn’t answer right away.

He looked at me, something hesitant flickering in his eyes.

Then he moved.

Closed his eyes.

When he opened them again—

His irises had changed.

From dark brown to burnished gold.

Vertical slit pupils.

And then his tail came back out.

Fully this time.

Extending from the base of his spine—deep purple, sheathed in fine scales, at least a foot longer than mine.

Its tip tapered into a sharp arrowhead.

I recognized it.

Not a monster.

Not a shifter.

It was—

An incubus.

Our close cousins in the supernatural world.

If a succubus feeds on positive emotional energy—love, affection, intimacy—

Then an incubus feeds on something more… primal.

In other words.

I lived on hugs and kisses.

He lived on—

…

Wait.

Hold on.

If that was true, then these past three months—

He’d been starving too??

I stared at that unreadable face of his.

And suddenly everything clicked.

He wasn’t avoiding me because he wasn’t interested.

He was avoiding me because he was afraid he couldn’t control himself if he got too close.

He thought I was human.

He was protecting me.

Protecting me, my ass!

I was literally dying!!

My emotions ping-ponged between touched and absolutely furious.

In the end, fury won by a landslide.

“Lucian.”

“Mm.”

“Are you hungry?”

He blinked.

Probably wasn’t expecting that question.

“…I’m fine.”

Liar.

The faint shadows under his eyes gave him away.

He’d been starving for three months too.

Two supernatural beings. Pretending to be human for three months. Starving right next to each other.

I took a breath.

Okay.

Time to come clean.

No more pretending.

I released my hold on my tail.