The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 07

The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 07

I thought once the secret was out, life would be smooth sailing.

But I overlooked one thing.

My mom.

She didn’t know my husband was an incubus.

She only knew I’d finally started eating.

So she relaxed. Her daily calls went from “Tessa, are you full yet?” to “Tessa, when are you giving me a grand-succubus?”

And then there was the other problem—

Lucian’s family.

They didn’t know I wasn’t human either.

Four months into the marriage, the Vanes were hosting a family dinner.

When Lucian got the call, I was draped across his lap while he groomed my tail.

Yes, succubus tails need regular maintenance. Otherwise they tangle.

He took the call with one hand and worked out the little knots in my tail with the other.

“Saturday. Family dinner.” He hung up and looked at me.

“So?”

—

“You’re going.”

“…I have to tuck my tail and pretend to be human?”

“Mm.”

“You too?”

“Also pretending.”

I sat up and stared at him. “You pretend in front of your own family?”

His face was blank. “No one in the Vane family knows I’m an incubus.”

“Your family isn’t incubi?”

“No. I was adopted.”

My mouth fell open.

So this guy had been faking it on every level.

Cold CEO on the outside. Human son at home.

Thirty years of this. Must have been exhausting.

“What if… they find out?”

“They won’t.” He said. “Thirty years. No issues.”

“Then how come you scratched a groove in the bathroom wall when you shifted yesterday?”

“…That was an accident.”

“And last week, you ripped the refrigerator door off its hinges in your

—

sleep. Remember?”

“..Lost control of my strength.”

I got the picture.

He said thirty years with no issues, but ever since he’d stopped pretending around me, his control had clearly slipped.

Not because he was weaker.

Because he was relaxed at home. Switching modes was getting harder.

Like a guy who wears pajamas all day and forgets to change before going out.

Saturday arrived.

I wore a knee-length dress—just long enough to cover any tail that might slip out.

Lucian wore a suit. Tail tucked away tight.

Before we left, I did one last check. “Tail hidden?”

He looked at me.

“Hidden. You?”

“Hidden.”

“Fangs?”

I ran my tongue over my canines. Succubus fangs sharpen when we’re excited.

—

“All good.”

He nodded.

We checked each other like two spies on a mission, then headed out.

The Vane family dinner was at the estate.

A sprawling mansion with traditional architecture.

By the time we arrived, plenty of guests were already there.

Lucian’s adoptive mother, Paige Vane, came up to greet us in a silk dress, looking well-preserved and barely forty.

“Lucian, Tessa, you’re here.” She smiled and took my hand. “Oh, your complexion is so much better! Last time I saw you, you looked pale as a ghost.”

I laughed awkwardly. “Been working on my health lately.”

Working on her son, specifically.

Paige pulled me aside and chatted about this and that.

I responded while keeping an eye on Lucian in my peripheral vision.

His cousin Derek had pulled him over to drink with the guys.

A group of men in suits stood in the garden with their glasses, talking business.

Lucian stood in the middle, cold and aloof. The perfect picture of an untouchable CEO.

You’d never guess he’d spent last night using his tail to keep me

—

pinned in bed.

I looked away.

Back to handling Paige.

Everything was going smoothly.

Until—

Dinner.

Theodore Vane sat at the head of the table, raised his glass for a few words, and then everyone picked up their forks.

I sat next to Lucian.

He kept serving me food.

Subtle moves, but everyone at the table noticed. We kept getting those knowing looks—”look how sweet they are.”

I was starting to feel self-conscious when—

Under the table.

Something brushed my calf.

I looked down.

A deep purple tail tip—was stroking my leg.

I glanced at Lucian.

He was serving himself food.

Expression completely normal.

—

But under the table, his tail was wrapping around me uncontrollably.

I nudged his knee with mine.

His fork paused for a second.

The tail retreated slightly.

Three seconds later, it was back.

I took a breath.

Under the tablecloth, my own tail—which I couldn’t hold back anymore—shot out and pushed his tail away.

Which only made them tangle together again.

Like two misbehaving snakes.

I kept a smile plastered on my face while chatting with his cousin’s wife Natalie across the table.

Underneath, our tails were going at it like they were fighting a war.

My heart was racing.

Not from nerves.

Because—this secret, under-the-table game was making my succubus instincts way too excited.

My fangs were starting to sharpen in my mouth.

No, no, no.

I pressed them down hard.

—

Ran my tongue over them to keep them from growing.

“Tessa? Are you okay?” Paige asked, watching me with concern.

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” I laughed and raised my glass. “The food’s just so good. I got excited.”

“Oh, eat as much as you want!”

I took a huge gulp of cranberry spritzer.

In my head, I was screaming at Lucian—get your tail under control!

As if he could feel my rage, his tail finally settled down.

Then its tip tapped my knee twice.

Like a silent apology.

Me: …

Useless.

We made it through that family dinner with four tails barely contained.

As we were leaving, Paige took my hand and said, “Tessa, Lucian’s always been a cold one. Thank you for putting up with him.”

I glanced at the man walking ahead of us, all cold and composed, looking so proper.

Him? Cold?

Who was the one who dragged me out of bed at midnight last night because he was hungry?

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“It’s fine, Paige. He’s good to me.”

He really was.

Almost too good.

So good I was afraid he’d drain me dry one of these days.