The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 05

The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 05

The next morning.

I opened my eyes and felt alive again.

Literally alive.

Skin glowing. Lips pink. Eyes bright enough to catch light.

Three months of deficit, erased in one night.

I looked beside me.

Lucian was still asleep.

His tail was still wrapped around me, holding on even in sleep.

It was the first time I’d seen him like this.

Long lashes. Steady breathing.

That cold face of his actually wore a hint of satisfaction in sleep.

He’d fed too.

I stared at him for three seconds.

Then one thought hit me square between the eyes—

Whose fault was this, really?

I started doing the math.

If he’d told me he wasn’t human sooner, I wouldn’t have bothered pretending.

—

If I’d told him I wasn’t human sooner, he wouldn’t have bothered either.

So—

We were both idiots?

Right as I was deep in this realization, my phone rang.

My mom.

“Tessa! Your energy levels just spiked! I’m monitoring a massive surge overnight! Did you finally figure it out?”

“…Yeah.”

“I knew it! That Vane boy is too good-looking to be useless!”

“Mom—”

“Okay, okay, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone! Ha!”

She hung up.

I buried my face in the pillow.

Our coven really needed to upgrade its privacy protocols.

“Who was that?”

A low voice came from beside me.

I turned.

Lucian was awake.

Propped up on one elbow, hair falling loose, those gold vertical slit

—

pupils catching the morning light.

His tail still held me tight.

“My mom.”

“She knows?”

“She’s the head of our coven. Of course she knows.”

“…”

He paused for a second.

“Does she know you married a non-human?”

“No. You put ‘human’ on your blind date profile, right?”

He nodded.

“So did you.”

I nodded too.

Two non-humans. Both listed as “human” on their profiles.

Attracted to each other’s photos.

Got married.

Starved for three months.

If this story got published, we’d win “Dumbest Supernatural Couple of the Year.”

“No more pretending,” I said.

—

“Mm.”

“At home, tails out. Shift all you want.”

“Mm.”

“And—”

I looked him dead in the eye. “Three meals a day. No more starving.”

He looked back at me.

That look was nothing like last night.

No more ice.

Instead—

A predator sizing up its prey. Dangerous. But with a glint of amusement.

“Three meals?” His voice dropped low, his tail cinching tighter around my waist. “Not enough.”

My face went up in flames.

Succubi are born to sense emotional waves.

And right now, the wave rolling off him was—

Thick enough to choke on. Pure possessiveness.

Three months of it, bottled up.

Now unleashed.

I had a bad feeling about this.

—

I’d broken the seal.

But I might have just unleashed something worse than starvation.