The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 08

The Succubus Wife Discovered Her Perfect Husband Wasn’t Human Either Chapter 08

The turning point came a month later.

My mom showed up.

No warning. No call.

Just appeared at my front door.

It was a weekend.

Lucian and I were both home.

And—neither of us had our tails tucked away.

I was sprawled on the living room rug with my tablet, binge-watching a show.

He was on the couch, working.

Our tails were tangled in the air between us like two vines that had grown together for no reason at all.

The doorbell rang.

I didn’t bother moving.

“You get it.”

“Mm.”

He stood up.

I didn’t even look up.

Until—

—

“Tessa?!”

That voice.

I went stiff.

Turned slowly.

The doorway.

My mom—Beverly Marlowe, head of the Succubus coven—stood in my entryway in a mink coat, a lollipop sticking out of her mouth.

Her gaze swept from me—to Lucian.

More specifically, to the deep purple tail behind him that he hadn’t had time to tuck away.

The air.

Died.

Completely died.

My mom’s lollipop dropped out of her mouth.

It hit the marble floor with a sharp crack.

“You… you…”

She pointed a trembling finger at Lucian.

“You’re an incubus?!”

Lucian, probably on pure instinct, tucked his tail away in under a second.

—

But it was too late.

Way too late.

My mom had seen it with her own eyes.

Her eyes went wide as dinner plates.

Then she whipped around to me.

“Tessa!”

“Mom—”

“Do you know what he is?!”

“I know—”

“You married an incubus and didn’t tell me?! Are you insane?! What if he—”

“Mom! He wouldn’t!”

“How do you know he wouldn’t! You know what incubi are like! People from that coven—”

“Mom!” I bounced up from the rug. “Can you not trash-talk him right in front of him?!”

My mom looked at me, then at Lucian, who was standing there with a perfectly blank face.

She took a deep breath.

Then she did something I didn’t expect.

—

She walked right up to Lucian.

Tilted her head back to look at the man a full head and a half taller than her.

“Show me your tail.”

“Mom!”

Lucian didn’t move.

He glanced at me.

My expression probably screamed “I’m so sorry, just go with it.”

He looked at me for three seconds.

Then—

He let his tail out.

My mom circled the deep purple tail once.

Poked it.

Tugged it.

Lucian stayed perfectly still through all of it.

But I noticed the tips of his ears—turning red.

My mom finished her inspection and stepped back.

“Hm.”

“…What does ‘hm’ mean?” I asked carefully.

—

“Good quality.” She said it like she was appraising livestock. “High purity. No wonder your energy recovered so fast.”

Me: “…”

So she was appraising my husband’s quality.

Like picking out prime cuts at a butcher shop.

“But!” Her voice shot up as she whirled on me. “You’ve got some nerve! Incubi and succubi are distant cousins, sure, but our covens haven’t intermarried in three hundred years! Your father would break your legs if he found out!”

“Then don’t tell him!”

“Don’t tell him?! I—”

“Mrs. Marlowe.”

Lucian cut in.

My mom turned to him.

His voice was calm, his vertical slit pupils contracting slightly in the light.

“I’ll take care of her.”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Three months ago, I thought she was human. I still didn’t hurt her.”

My mom faltered.

“…You thought she was human?”

—

“I didn’t know before the wedding.”

My mom turned to me with a look of pure disbelief, like she was staring at a complete idiot. “Tessa. You didn’t even tell your husband you’re not human?”

I raised a weak hand. “He didn’t tell me either.”

My mom pressed a hand to her forehead.

“So you two idiots spent three months pretending to be human?”

“Yep.” Lucian and I said in unison.

My mom was quiet for ten full seconds.

Then she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion:

“How did I raise such a dumb kid?”

“Mom!”

“Fine, fine.” She waved a hand, walked over to the couch, and sat down, crossing her legs. “Since that’s the case—if he treats you badly, I’ll bring the coven and wipe his whole bloodline out.”

“Mom!”

Lucian, face completely unchanged: “There’s no bloodline. Just me.”

“Even easier to wipe out.”

“…”

I grabbed my mom by the arm and pulled her up. “Mom, you should go. We’re fine, I swear!”

—

“I haven’t eaten yet!”

“I’ll order you takeout! Eat it outside!”

I dragged her to the door and pushed her out.

The moment the door clicked shut, I slumped against it and let out a long breath.

I looked back.

Lucian was standing in the middle of the living room, tail still out.

He was watching me.

“Your mom… is something else.”

“Don’t take after her.”

He walked over.

Stopped in front of me.

Looked down.

His tail curled gently around my wrist.

“She was right about one thing.” His voice was low.

“About what?”

“The ‘good quality’ part.”

“??”

What did he mean by that?

—

Was he talking about my tail?

Or—

He bent down.

Pressed his forehead lightly against mine.

Those gold slit pupils inches away.

“You too.”

“…”

My ears went up in flames.

This man.

Three months ago, he was a block of ice.

Now he flirted like he was trying to kill me.

Incubi really were close cousins to succubi.

They both had that—built-in, irresistible charm they didn’t even realize they were using.