Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 59

October 10, 2021

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- CHAPTER 59: New Idea -

I was still wearing jeans and a nicer shirt from my date with Serenity earlier, so after asking Natalie if she was ready for me to prove to her that I could handle her kidnappers, I decided to first run upstairs to get changed in black gym shorts and a light gray t-shirt. I figured I’d wear the same thing to see Ms. Miriam too, since it was possible I might have reason to grow larger while we were over there, not to mention the concern of encountering those werewolf guys again.

Granted, with Natalie’s kidnappers, I could probably handle them just fine at my normal size, but why bother?

Like, if I could grow larger, then why not?

Because I wanted to be in my crowned form. I wanted to grow my horns out. And I realized I almost just wanted an excuse to do it. Like, there was a part of me that was a little excited to have an enemy to defeat, a feeling that made me a little wary.

But, if I did end up in a fight, then I’d rather ruin clothing that could be replaced easily, whereas with my jeans and most of my other pants, it was kind of hard to find the perfect pair that fit right. But gym shorts? Yeah, those were a dime a dozen, and finding the right fit was never an issue.

I also decided to send Ms. Miriam a quick message, recalling that Gwen could always sense when I transformed, not wanting to freak them out. Plus there was always the possibility that it might affect Gwen’s body temperature, since she didn’t have her sapphire butt plug in to keep it more under control.

In the meantime, while I was finishing up changing, I heard Serenity speak up downstairs, seeming hesitant.

“So, just a head’s up,” she began, clearly directing her words toward Natalie. “If he goes all the way, then we’ll end up changing too. So don’t freak out.” She paused. “That’s why he didn’t want to do it earlier, since it would have been a problem for Gabriella to change at work. Or when Michelle and Avery were out shopping.”

“C-Change into what?” Natalie asked nervously.

Serenity didn’t respond, instead probably giving a non-verbal cue, indicating to our blue-haired guest that she would just have to wait. I suspected it was because Serenity wasn’t sure how much I was okay with her sharing, with me obviously preferring to just let Natalie see for herself, instead of explaining it first.

However, I had to agree that warning her a little in advance was probably a good move, or otherwise she might piss her pants when she suddenly found herself in a room full of demons. I also discovered it was a good move to tip off Miriam, considering she indicated in her response that they were already pretty close to home, but that she was going to have Gwen pull over to ensure my own transformation didn’t cause the sexy maid to accidentally damage her toy.

And damn, I hadn’t even really thought of that, and wasn’t sure if Gwen would forgive me for that one, even after forgiving me for so much more.

But the biggest issue was still going to be Natalie’s reaction.

And sure enough, when I walked back downstairs and stepped into the kitchen, the blue-haired vixen already looked like she was about to piss herself, visibly trembling slightly in her seat, almost looking like she was cold in her leather jacket and short black dress.

But she wasn’t cold.

Her aura was tainted with sincere anxiety now, which she was doing her best to hide.

I cleared my throat, all eyes on me, with Michelle having moved to my chair next to Serenity, Avery across from her, while Gabriella was still sitting at the end of the table, between Natalie and Serenity.

“So obviously,” I began, speaking to the blue-haired magazine model. “I don’t really know how large a werewolf is, or how strong, in comparison to me. But now you know I can use fire magic, and pretty potently too. However…” I paused as I glanced briefly at everyone, realizing I should probably take my shirt off, so I could grow to my fullest height without ripping it. “However, I suspect I wouldn’t need my magic to take one on, or even a group of them.” I focused on her again, reaching down for the bottom of my shirt. “So, let me show you why.”

Quickly pulling my gray t-shirt off, I then held Natalie’s gaze as my bones began softly popping, the blue-haired vixen’s light brown eyes immediately focusing on my chest as my muscles began swelling, my toned chest visibly filling out more as I slowly began rising in height.

Her eyes then widened in alarm when she realized my skin was rapidly graying, only to abruptly focus on my forehead when she noticed my horns forming, finally locking her eyes with mine when they shifted to black and gold.

Deciding I really did want to make a big impression, I began to increase the speed of the transformation, reaching my seven-foot stature as my horns finished growing, only to continue on.

Natalie was visibly trembling now, her eyes locked on mine like a deer in headlights, not even seeming to notice as everyone else around her abruptly shifted.

And she continued to hold my gaze as I began bending a little at the waist, ducking my head to ensure my thick horns didn’t pierce through the kitchen ceiling, finally stopping at my full height -- a whopping twelve feet, twice the height of a normal man. My gym shorts were pretty much stretched to their limit.

All of my women looked so small now, no one even coming up to my waist at this point, my enormous form feeling like it was filling up half the kitchen, even if that was undoubtedly an exaggeration.

I then slowly stretched out my hand, palm upward, my voice coming out deep.

“So, what do you think, Defiance?” I asked, a bright blue torch, roughly six inches tall, appearing over my hand.

Oddly enough, whereas the last time I used my fire magic, I was low on energy, suddenly it seemed as if creating my flame, and even creating this torch, didn’t consume nearly as much power as before. Or rather, the energy I did have was noticeably dropping less in comparison to the full amount. It made me wonder if my recent sexual experiences, three times with Serenity, and once with Gabriella and Michelle each, was responsible for refueling my reserves.

But then, there was also the anger I felt at the mall, just before I cast my spell, knowing a lot of power came from that single emotion. The type of power to break an unbreakable bond. The type of power to do the impossible.

I suspected it wasn’t normal to generate so much magic from a single emotion like that.

But then again, it also wasn’t normal for Ms. Miriam to be able to gather so much lust from one person.

After a second, I continued speaking, focused on the frozen Rockstar chick. “Think I can handle that bastard for you? Think I can kill the jackass who ruined your life?”

She didn’t respond, still visibly trembling, her aura pulsing with a strange mixture of fear, anxiety, caution, and even submission, though right now it looked as if all her muscles were locked up to the point that she probably couldn’t move even if I asked her to.

Realizing I might be a bit more scary and intimidating than I was intending, I let the fire die down and then began shrinking back down to seven feet, so I could stand straight, now only being roughly a foot and a half above them, but still crowned with my thick black horns rising out of the top of my forehead.

Everyone was still staring at me, although the others didn’t look afraid, only focusing at me in awe and devotion, as if they were seeing this form all over again for the first time. Kind of made me wonder if I needed to make a point to get them to interact with me while I was in this form, just so they would feel like it was still me, but also so that they wouldn’t be distracted if we ever ended up in a fight together.

I cleared my throat, my voice still a tiny bit deeper than before, but sounding much more like me. “Hey Serenity,” I said casually. “Could you come here for a second?”

Natalie finally glanced at her, only to jerk backward in her chair when she realized there was now a red-eyed demon sitting in the spot across from her, quickly glancing around to see that no one else looked nearly as demonic by comparison.

Alternatively, Serenity only cocked her head to the side in obvious confusion, and then stood up, slowly walking over to me. “W-What do you need?” she wondered hesitantly.

“Just wanted to give you a hug,” I explained.

She seemed surprised. “Oh. Okay,” she replied, walking right up to me and wrapping her arms right around my torso, her head resting against my chest.

I continued, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I think everyone needs to get used to me being in this taller form. Used to it still being me.”

“Yeah,” Serenity replied. “I admit it’s a little intimidating. Think we’ll be able to grow bigger too?” she wondered, leaning her head back to rest her chin on my chest, her slitted crimson eyes looking affectionate.

Honestly, the only difference between her eyes, and Gwen’s, was the sclera, with the ‘whites’ of Serenity’s eyes being pitch-black, as was the case for Michelle and Avery too, except with blue irises -- icy blue in Avery’s case, and a deep blue that was star-eclipsed in Michelle’s case.

“No idea,” I said simply. “But even if none of you can grow larger, you’ll all still be formidable if you get as strong as I used to be.”

Serenity nodded, with me glancing up at the table again when Gabriella finally slid out of her seat, looking the most normal out of the group -- just like a busty stripper, instead of any kind of demon.

“Can I have a hug too?” she asked with a big grin, her brilliant emerald eyes surprisingly full of lust.

I opened my arm toward her, inviting her into my embrace. “Like what you see?” I said playfully as she rested one hand on my chest, her breathing unexpectedly shallow, even as her heartrate picked up a little.

She bit her full lower lip as she looked up at me. “I mean, you’re hot at normal size, but damn. I’m so wet right now.”

“Gabriella,” Serenity hissed in obvious embarrassment.

“What?” my busty redhead said with a smirk, removing her hand from my chest and wrapping her arm around my sexy brunette. “I’m surprised you can’t smell it. I can. I smell like…candy? Or maybe syrup? Or something else sweet.”

Serenity’s face flushed even more, her medium gray skin turning a slightly darker shade.

“Huh,” I commented. “Kind of surprised you can smell what I smell now. I certainly can’t smell myself.” Granted, it didn’t sound like she was smelling her natural scent, so much as just the scent of her own arousal. I mean, as gross as it was to think about, I could technically smell my own stuff. It didn’t necessarily smell like honey, as Mrs. Rebecca described both it and my natural smell, but it was still faintly sweet-scented.

And sure enough, Serenity practically read my mind, agreeing with Gabriella’s mom about my scent without even realizing it.

“You can’t smell yourself?” Serenity blurted out, leaning back to look up at me. “But you smell so good, almost like honey, but more musky. Richer.” She paused. “How can you not tell? The smell is so strong.”

I focused on her in surprise. “Not sure,” I said simply. “Maybe my brain ignores it so I can focus on other scents? I mean, can you smell yourself normally?”

“I guess not,” she agreed, only to visibly relax more as she sucked in a slow breath through her nose, a warm smile touching her lips when she focused on my chest right in front of her face. Her expression then became extremely content as she hugged me tightly again, almost seeming as if she’d suddenly given up on the topic, and was much more interested in our bodies being so close.

Gabriella giggled at her reaction and hugged me again, both of them resting their heads against my chest, with one of the busty redhead’s arms around my sexy brunette as well.

They then both sighed in unison, only for Gabriella to speak up. “Well, as much as I’d love to do this all day, we do have a guest over, so maybe we should give Avery and Michelle a turn before he shifts back.”

“Oh sure,” Serenity agreed, letting go entirely and taking a step back.

However, when they both turned to look back at the table, they saw two slightly different reactions. On the one hand, even just mentioning the idea caused Michelle’s scent to actively strengthen, also looking visibly aroused, while Avery only looked really nervous.

I decided to give my blonde classmate my attention. “I know you want to wait, since you’re worried about how it will affect you in class…” I paused. “And that’s perfectly fine. But it might not be a bad idea to at least be on hugging terms. Probably would be good if we spent some time hanging out together too. Haven’t really had the chance, ever since everything happened.”

Avery nodded slowly, her icy blue eyes hesitant, looking vibrant against their midnight background, her skin tan, her lips and eyelids frosted. “O-Okay,” she whispered.

“Well, come on then,” I replied, holding out my arms slightly. “Both of you please.”

Michelle cleared her throat as she got up, only to walk right over to me and feel my muscled chest like the other two had done, before resting her face against me and giving me an affectionate kiss on my skin as she wrapped her arms tightly around my torso. In the meantime, Avery was a bit slower, but after cautiously approaching she was tentatively wrapping her arms around me too, seeming encouraged by my blonde MILF being right there, unashamed of her obvious passion.

I couldn’t help but smile when Avery’s heartrate picked up, with it going from pounding like a racehorse, to sounding like it was going to explode, her tan skin visibly flushed now as she rested her head against my chest.

And, as she focused on the older woman next to her, I smelled her level of arousal begin to increase too, prompting a grin from Gabriella who could obviously smell it as well.

I still didn’t know why I perceived Avery’s scent as floral, a sort of vanilla lavender, whereas my busty redhead claimed it was more like warm vanilla cinnamon -- sweet, sharp, and much more potent -- but it was obvious Avery’s scent was a big part of the interest for my busty redhead.

Once I was done hugging my two blondes, finally letting them go, I focused on Natalie.

She spoke up after a second, sounding hesitant. “Umm, a-are you w-wanting a hug from m-me?” she stammered, seeming very anxious about the idea.

I smirked at her. “No, that’s alright. But you never did answer my question.”

Her light brown eyes widened in surprise, her body still kind of rigid. “I’m…I’m sorry…What…What was the question?”

“Do you trust that I can defend you?”

“Yes,” she squeaked, her answer coming out rushed.

“Good,” I replied, beginning to finally decrease my size.

I rolled my shoulders as I did so, part of me feeling content to be back at my more traditional height, while another part of me felt like I missed the sensation of power it gave me. Bending down, I grabbed my shirt, and then tugged it over my head, seeing that everyone else was shifting back to normal now too.

I then cleared my throat. “So, now that we’ve gotten that done, are we ready to head out?”

Gabriella and Serenity exchanged a glance, only for them to each focus on Michelle and Avery.

Serenity then spoke up. “I think so,” she commented, getting nods from everyone. “Ready whenever you are.”

I nodded. “I guess let’s pile into my car then. I’ll send Ms. Miriam a message to let her know we are heading over there.”

Michelle spoke up. “And we’ll go ahead and leave too,” she added. “I think I just need to grab my purse.” She glanced at me hesitantly. “I assume it’s alright if we stay the night again?”

“Of course,” I agreed, kind of hoping she would sleep here from now on.

Like, previously, before last night, I figured we would eventually go back to how things were for the most part, with the only difference being that maybe Gabriella moved in with me and Serenity. But after having sex with Mrs. Copeland in the recliner?

After crossing such a huge line by fucking with the others in the same room?

I never wanted her to leave at this point, or Avery for that matter.

Because I wanted to do it again.

I wanted to do it every night.

I wanted to maybe even make it into a game, by having all of them dressing sexy, but leaving me guessing as to which one was going to climb into my lap, while the other three sat on the couch. Granted, that of course meant that, in order to make it more of a surprise, I would finally need to cross that line with Avery too, so that the choices were one in four, instead of one out of three possibilities.

But just the idea of being limited to only one or two of them a night, with them deciding who I’d get to fuck while the others listened, or even watched, kind of made me really excited.

Granted, that didn’t mean I might not take one of them to the side, and fuck more privately in my room, or Serenity’s room, but still. I loved the game they’d created, and wanted to play again.

Deciding to give Michelle and Avery one last hug, causing the younger blonde to begin shifting slightly, but overall keeping it under control, I headed out the front door to wait on everyone to file out. In the meantime, Serenity ran up to her room to grab one of her two sleeping masks to use as a blindfold for Natalie, since Miriam had requested it, though I wasn’t planning on making the blue-haired chick wear it right away.

Then, once we were all climbing in our vehicles, with Gabriella and Natalie taking to the backseat, I confirmed everyone was good to go, and pulled out onto the street. It wasn’t until I was turning off our road, Avery and Michelle just behind us, that I realized I hadn’t sent Ms. Miriam a message yet.

Thus, I pulled out my phone and handed it to Serenity, asking her to do so.

In the meantime, Gabriella started up a conversation with Natalie, both of them seeming a little hesitant around each other, but with the blue-haired vixen doing her part to help avoid an awkward silence by asking questions about Gabriella’s job, as well as how she met me and Serenity. I also suspected that Natalie was still just a little shaken from seeing earlier how large I could grow, not meeting my gaze at all now.

But that was fine.

I was just content to hold my sexy brunette’s hand while I drove, my phone now between Serenity’s thighs. It wasn’t until we’d been on the road for about twenty minutes, that I unexpectedly got a phone call.

Serenity glanced at the screen, and then handed it to me. “It’s Ms. Miriam.”

I nodded, deciding to put it on speaker phone. “Hi. Everything alright?”

Her youthful voice was warm and affectionate. “Hey cutie, are you able to talk for a second?”

“Yeah, of course. Although, I have you on speaker phone. Is that okay?”

“Oh, umm, yeah. That should be fine. It’s Serenity, Gabriella, and then that girl, Natalie, right?”

“Yep,” I agreed.

“Okay. Yeah, that’s fine.” She paused. “Anyway, Gwen and I just got home a little while ago, and I had the chance to do some digging around. Surprisingly, I found what I was looking for quicker than I was expecting.”

“And what’s that?” I wondered.

“A way to locate those individuals we were talking about before. I also found a very interesting, and very rare, tome that might help you with becoming Natalie’s alpha.” She giggled. “I’m a bit of a collector, so that one’s especially rare. There are probably less than ten copies in the whole world. Might even be less than five.”

My eyes widened in surprise, glancing back at Natalie, who seemed equally stunned. I then smirked slightly, deciding to tease the blue-haired vixen. “Ms. Miriam,” I said playfully. “Do you seriously have a book about werewolf sex?”

Surprisingly, the short redhead burst out laughing at that, only to respond with an unexpected answer through her giggles. “Actually, yeah. That’s sort of what it is. Or a few chapters of it, at least.” She giggled some more. “And I guess that means Natalie must have told you the basics. But it’s from the seventeenth century, when the werewolf curse was at its peak in Europe. There were a few who were much more interested in studying them, rather than killing them off, often to their own detriment. Guy by the name of Henry Boguet. He was born in the fifteen-hundreds, and was better known as a demonologist, but later in his life he became seemingly obsessed with the intricacies of werewolf hierarchies. It’s actually quite fascinating. And peculiar, since all evidence points to him being a normal human.”

“I see,” I said simply, uncertain of what else to say.

She continued. “It’s also possible he died as a result of his research, as many in his field of study did, since the book is technically unfinished. Like, the copy I have isn’t the original, so there aren’t any blank pages or anything, but I remember reading it a few hundred years ago, and realizing that he’d never completed it.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, so how many pages is it? Wasn’t planning on doing any heavy reading any time soon.”

“Oh.” She sounded surprised. “You don’t have to read it, and honestly you might struggle to understand it, just because the language hasn’t been modernized. I’ll just skim the appropriate chapters to jog my memory, and tell you what you need to know. Maybe compare that to what Natalie knows.”

“Okay, that sounds good.”

“But, that actually wasn’t the main reason I was calling,” she continued. “I had an idea that might interest you.”

“And what’s that?”

She paused, shifting subjects slightly. “I’m still on speaker phone, right? Is there anything you’re wanting to keep from Natalie at this point?”

I glanced back at her, frowning slightly as I responded. “Umm, no. She pretty much knows everything.”

“Including about your mystery stone?” Ms. Miriam wondered.

“Oh,” I said, focusing ahead at the road. “Umm, no she doesn’t know about it yet, but I don’t think that’s too big of a deal anyway. What did you want to say about it?”

“Well, I was thinking, there might actually be a much faster way to resolve the situation.”

I was again surprised. “Okay. I’m listening.”

She cleared her throat, a fucking adorable noise, her tone sounding a little educational now, with just a hint of mischievousness in her voice. “Well, you see, I had planned on using a scapegoat for the worst-case scenario, but overall intended on trying to keep the lucky individual alive. However, if I had a scapegoat who I was perfectly fine with dying, then I could basically ‘trigger the bomb,’ so to speak, on purpose, and let that individual die while I removed what remained of the curse.”

Oh fuck.

My eyes were wide as I processed that. “So, we could kill two birds with one stone, then? If we had a scapegoat who we were okay with killing?”

“Yep!” she said cheerfully. “Obviously, what that means is we would have to capture one of those guys alive. But if you can manage it, which I don’t see why you couldn’t, then we can solve your stone problem much faster, and at no risk to me, since I won’t really have to do the ‘untangling of wires’ part to disarm the figurative bomb.” She paused. “I will admit that a part of me enjoys solving a new puzzle, even if it’s dangerous, but with me reconsidering my personal life choices now, I’m hesitant to move forward with my original plan.”

Of course, I knew exactly what she was talking about.

Initially, she claimed she would just grab some random human off the street, fuck them into a literal mental paradise, and then use both their sexual energy and life as tools to protect herself while she untangled the lethal blood curse that would have killed me, had I used it.

Of course, the problem with that plan, was just the fact that she would be fucking someone else, possibly male.

So yeah, I was all for this new plan.

I also was briefly surprised she seemed so okay with killing one of these guys in such a horrible manner, when she was literally a vegetarian due to her opposition to death. However, after a second, I realized a lot about this situation was very different. For one, they were cursed werewolves, and she’d dedicated herself to protecting the people of this world, which pretty much meant killing such creatures on sight, even if they had once been regular humans.

Because it wasn’t a matter of morality or ethics at that point.

It was a matter of doing what needed to be done, to protect countless lives who might otherwise be murdered by such creatures, entire households slaughtered if such monsters were allowed to roam freely.

That, and it also seemed as if Ms. Miriam’s overall attitude was positive and cheerful due to getting to see me again, with it being almost as if nothing would damper her mood -- not even talking about murder.

“Okay, that definitely sounds good to me,” I replied. “So I guess let’s aim to do that then. That would actually be perfect.” I then paused when I recalled that a certain blue-haired magazine model wanted some revenge. “Think that Natalie would be able to watch? She kind of needs to see them suffer. Especially the main guy.”

“Oh, yeah,” Miriam replied reassuringly. “That shouldn’t be a problem. And honestly, it’s a pretty horrible blood curse, so you might want to just plan on keeping the alpha alive, so she can watch him, in particular, die a horrible death. The only problem is going to be the timing of everything.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked seriously.

Ms. Miriam sighed heavily. “Well, to locate the others, it is going to be best if Natalie still doesn’t have an alpha. I’m assuming that the guy she hates is the same one who bit her, in which case using this magic to locate him shouldn’t be a problem, so long as she’s still a lone werewolf.”

“Okay,” I replied, glancing back at Natalie, who was leaning forward now, definitely all ears.

“However,” Ms. Miriam continued. “She wants to watch him die. The inherent problem with that is the proximity it requires. There’s a risk of him reclaiming her, if she’s still without an alpha, and him thus turning her into our enemy. And I have no idea how you or I would react to a bite from her.”

I glanced at Natalie again, sensing her anxiety spike. “So how can we resolve that problem?” I wondered, assuming from Ms. Miriam’s tone that she had an idea.

“Well, this is what I’m thinking. First, we need to locate them. Then, we need someone to get eyes on their group, or at least eyes on the group’s general location, to ensure they don’t go somewhere else, and we lose track of them.”

I frowned as I considered that. “I could probably ask Michelle and Avery to do that, assuming this werewolf pack is still closer to home, but I’d be worried about putting them in danger.”

“Shouldn’t be any danger, as long as they keep their distance,” Ms. Miriam replied. “Like, I’d even be comfortable with asking my daughter Rebecca to do it. And honestly, I would suggest waiting until later tonight, so that they are hopefully asleep. Like, we don’t need to necessarily keep eyes directly on them. Because, if we determine their general location, we only need someone watching to make sure they don’t leave that spot. So they might just have to watch an apartment exit, for example.”

I doubted they were at an apartment, unless they broke into someone’s place, since Natalie didn’t believe the main bastard was stupid enough to go back where they’d been staying, now that she was compromised. But, I understood the general idea.

“Okay, and then what do we do, after we locate them? Would I go ahead and become Natalie’s alpha, prior to attacking?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking,” the short minx agreed. “And I do have a second, less accurate, method of locating them, in the event they do move. But that’s just another reason why it would be good to do it late at night, when they are hopefully asleep, aside from the obvious part -- probably isn’t a great idea to go around killing monsters in broad daylight. Alternatively, you could try to capture him first, but keep him away from Natalie, and then become her alpha. Both options have some inherent risk.”

I glanced back at the blue-haired vixen again. “Well, even if he does become her alpha a second time…” I paused when Natalie immediately shook her head urgently, looking sincerely terrified of the idea. And I could understand why, since the bastard could cause her immediate and excruciating pain the moment he did, prompting my voice to become more hesitant as I continued. “His control would end when he dies anyway…right?”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Ms. Miriam responded.

“Please no,” Natalie immediately whispered. “Please. As much as I want him dead, I’d rather risk him getting away than become his puppet again. And like she said, if we do it later, then he should be asleep. Also…he, umm, has some drugs. Really strong pain killers, and such. Good chance he’ll be high and plastered anyway.”

I sighed heavily, only to nod at her as I spoke to Ms. Miriam. “Well, I think we will aim for the first option for now. Second option feels kind of risky anyway.”

Damn, the vulnerable look of appreciation on Natalie’s face was intense.

Ms. Miriam seemed indifferent. “Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t think either option is necessarily more risky than the other. These guys should have no idea we’ve located them, so as long as you can go after them within a couple of hours, then it should be fine. And, if those other two, Michelle and Avery, can keep eyes on them, or at least their location, then we should definitely be able to keep them cornered.”

I frowned as I considered that, wondering if that was really the best move.

But then again, I could always change my mind once we figured out where they were located. Because, if they were in an area where it seemed as if they would stay put, then it might be safe to take that approach. But if they were in a location where it was obvious they were awake and might go someplace else soon, then I could readjust my plans, whether it was what Natalie wanted or not.

Granted, even if I did capture him first, there was always the possibility that he could escape while I was busy trying to become this girl’s alpha. Whereas, at least with the first plan, he shouldn’t know we were coming after him until it was too late.

Natalie spoke up then, as if she knew what I was thinking from my expression. “He doesn’t go out much, even during the day,” she said, her tone almost pleading. “If we find his location, he will probably stay there. Like I said, he’ll likely be high and plastered.”

I nodded, still figuring I’d just make the call once we knew more, responding to Ms. Miriam.

“Okay, well, we should be there in a little bit. Was that everything?”

She was silent for a few seconds. “Umm, yeah. I think that was everything I wanted to cover.” Her tone became more affectionate. “I can’t wait to see you. And I’m looking forward to meeting Gabriella finally. I’m sure she can hear me, but I’d prefer to meet her in person before getting into a real conversation with her. So, yeah, I guess I’ll let you go for now.”

“Okay. See you soon.” I paused, my tone warmer. “Love you.”

Her tone was affectionate again. “Kai, I love you so much. See you soon. Bye.”

“Bye,” I replied, hanging up.

I then took a long deep breath, hoping nothing went wrong with any of our plans. Theoretically, there should be no reason to think any major problems would come up, especially if we did this at night, but my paranoid self couldn’t help but wonder which option was truly the lowest risk. I supposed I could also just kill the main bastard outright, and use one of his pawns for the mystery stone, but I’d prefer to give them quicker deaths, and leave the suffering for the true culprit.

And, in the end, I realized that capturing the main guy first, with the possibility of him somehow escaping while I became this girl’s alpha, was technically the ‘less safe’ choice, while also being the worst decision for Natalie in particular.

Whereas, with the first option, at least if he did change locations, he still wouldn’t be aware that he’d been found out, and if the first spot was a likely place he might return to, then we would just have to wait for all of them to do just that.

Maybe we’d even get lucky and discover that they were foolish enough to return to the original place they were staying, even though Natalie had been compromised. But I supposed it kind of depended on how arrogant the guy was.

Hard to say at this point.

But it sounded like we had some time to prepare. Thus, for now I’d have Serenity call Michelle to fill her in on our plans, and then in the meantime mentally prepare for what I was about to share with Ms. Miriam.

The big secret.

It was time to let her know what I was really capable of.

Time to let her know that my blood could completely change a person, turning them into an entirely different creature.

Turning them into a creature like me.

FEEDBACK: Was this part all that you hoped for? Did I miss the mark or sufficiently nail it?

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