ReincarnatedHunger
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“That…that,” she panted, “was amazing. I think my brain actually shut down there for a few seconds.”
Kysen kissed her forehead. “Having the mating bond does kick things up a bit.”
He then lifted her off and set her beside him. Cena watched him slip off the bed and walk toward the dresser. “What are you up to now? You better not be thinking about getting dressed, because we’re not done here.”
He chuckled and pulled open one of the top drawers. “That was just the start, babe.”
Kysen reached inside and took out a flat wooden box. He closed the drawer and came back to the bed. He sat next to her and held out what he carried. At her questioning look, he took her hand and placed the box on her palm.
“Open it,” he said.
Cena opened the box. Her breath caught in her throat when she stared down at the gold chain that had an enameled pendant that depicted a large lotus bloom. She lifted her gaze to meet Kysen’s. “It’s beautiful.”
He lifted the necklace and put it around her neck. The lotus came to rest in the middle of her upper chest. “I bought this for you in Egypt when you were Acenith. I planned to give it to you on our wedding day.” He swallowed. “I never thought I’d ever get to put it on you.”
Tears welled and fell down Cena’s cheeks. “I love you, Kysen. This will be my most treasured possession.”
“I love you, Cena. I never stopped loving you.”
With a cry of joy, she launched herself into Kysen’s arms. They both fell back onto the bed as their lips met. Cena kissed her mate deeply. She was finally back in the arms of the man she’d loved forever. She then proceeded to make up for the thousands of years she’d lost to show her favorite soldier in Pharaoh’s army that she’d never love another.
Epilogue
Mot struggled to wrap a strip of cloth around the stump where his right hand used to be. His dripping blood had caused him to barricade himself in one of the chambers in his lair. The scent of his blood had the regular undead trying to attack him. Now dawn, they had finally fallen into their undead sleep.
He gasped in pain as he tightened the cloth to stop the flow of blood. Rage at having Ra’s Chosen best him once again had him wanting to kill something. The loss of his hand made it even worse. Then there was the destruction of all his new generation undead warriors. He had to start all over again.
Mot figured Apep more than likely already knew about his defeat. The demon god hadn’t been in contact with him, but he thought it would only be a matter of time. Apep would make him suffer, that was a given. Mot would accept any punishment so long as the demon god restored his hand. If he didn’t, the loss of it would be agonizing.
As if thinking about Apep summoned him, the demon god’s loud animalistic growl of rage sounded in Mot’s head. He collapsed on the chamber’s dirt floor, hovering on the brink of blacking out. The last thing he saw before excruciating pain and darkness claimed him was the cloth around his stump disappearing, accompanied by an extreme burning sensation. Apep had decided to restore his hand after all.
* * * * *
Takan sat in front of the computer in the meeting room while he wasted some time cruising around the net. He was the last one. The last Ra’s Chosen to have not found his mate, but he knew he would find her soon. He’d seen it in a vision. Takan hadn’t been able to see her face, but he knew her name—Falon.
He’d also seen there would be a great battle between Ra’s Chosen and Mot’s undead warriors. Things were going to come to a head between the good and the evil. It was about time, and Takan looked forward to it. The last of Apep’s demons needed to be put down, permanently.
Takan sighed and leaned back in the steno chair until it creaked under his weight. He put his hands in his hair and pushed his bangs out of his face. His vision no longer hindered by his hair, he read what he’d pulled up in his browser. It was another supposed encounter with an undead. This one was bogus, only some mortal trying to claim his fifteen minutes of fame by posting a made-up story. More than half the websites he found in reference to the undead weren’t true, but a very small majority of them were. When he found one, Takan usually used his hacking skills to find out who the author was and then hunted them down to wipe their memory. Their website would disappear from the net shortly thereafter.
He sighed again when his mind wandered to Ra. Takan had seen the way the sun god had looked at him, and that Kysen had noticed. The time that he’d still be able to keep his secret had just about run out. Ra would be more than happy about it. He’d finally get what he wished for. Takan didn’t feel the same way. He liked the way his life was and the only change he wanted in it was him becoming mated.
His stomach rumbled when the smell of bacon and eggs filled his nose. Takan shut down the computer and left the meeting room to go to the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and silently watched Blythe cooking at the stove. Since her arrival at the headquarters, he hadn’t felt so much like the oddball. Not that she knew the reason why, but Blythe’s presence had helped him to accept his secret. He only hoped that once it came out she wouldn’t hate him for keeping it from her. Her friendship meant a lot to him.
Blythe turned and gave him a smile. “Smelled the food, huh?”
Takan walked over to her and kissed her cheek. “Yup, and I figured I’d better hurry up and get here before the others arrive and eat it all.”
She chuckled. “Go sit and I’ll dish you up a plate.”
While Blythe did that, Takan sat at the table. Change was in the air. For better or for worse, there was no stopping it.
The End
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