by Paige Orr
Searching For The Answers
Book 2 Of The Searching Trilogy
Paige Orr
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my amazing alpha reader team, who have helped me so much through times where I struggled, and times where I thought I wasn’t good enough. These amazing women have helped to motivate me, and show me that even if I can't afford things like an editor, my work is still good enough. You guys are so fucking amazing, and book two would never have happened if it wasn’t for you keeping me going. I also want to add a special Dedication for my own personal baby yoda, you are one of the strongest people I know, and you deserve all the happiness in the world, love ya girlie!
*TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes of kidnap, torture, abuse and scenes of a sexual nature.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
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Peeking through the crack I've created on the attic floor, I watch as my little minx sleeps, I’ve been watching her toss and turn all night. I understand why she’s so disturbed. It's not every day that you learn you're the hybrid spawn of a demon and an angel, but none of that will really matter when I finally introduce myself. Since she has moved into the house, I’ve been watching her and those blasted males of hers. At first she was really weary of them, which made me very happy, but now they’re all lovey-dovey, it’s fucking sickening to watch. Little do they know, she doesn't fucking belong to them, they can't even keep her safe for fuck sake! I will though, no one will dare touch her once she's in my possession, she’ll be the safest that she’s ever been in her life, all she’ll have to do is be good.
Slowly, I slide the knife that I’ve got gripped in my palm, along the brittle wood below me, until it’s positioned at the crack I’ve been peering through. Wedging it into the space, I gouge away some of the wood until I've made it wider, so I can see more of my little minx's room. One of those pathetic males lies beside her, causing fire to flow through my veins, and anger burns inside me. That should be me holding her in my arms, not a disgusting fucking Kitsune! Such a filthy lot they are. Satan should have wiped those disgusting clans out when he had the chance, he always was a fool though.
Slowly she turns around, burrowing into the little pricks side, and letting out a sigh of contentment. I feel my grip tightening on the knife, to the point that part of the handle snaps. I flinch at the sound, dropping the knife, and nicking my finger in the process. Letting out a low hiss, I bring the bleeding digit to my mouth, and suck the wound clean, spitting my now contaminated blood to the floor. Luckily for me, I'm immune to the poison my blade has been coated in, I don't want to have any accidents, before I get the chance to lodge the blade into those fuckers’ hearts.
That idiot Asmodeus should've never kept me locked up here, the stupid bastard forgot about me as time wore on. But now that the lock has rusted, it won't be long until I'm finally free, then those that claim to be her mates won't know what's hit them. I'm looking forward to the day that I can finally teach them that they're no match for me, and I can take her for my own. Rolling onto my back away from my spy hole, I turn towards the sound of small claws approaching where I wait.
Finally, a small rat comes into view, and begins to transform in front of me into a young boy. "What took you so long Winston? You know I've long been forgotten, and it's just cruel to leave me waiting. Without you, I would shrivel and die, since no one else even knows I'm here. You did remember my food and water didn't you boy? You wouldn’t leave me alone to rot, not after everything I’ve done for your family!?" He timidly nods his head, pulling a satchel bag from the gap in the ceiling, lowering it to the floor. He scurries forward with it tightly gripped in his grubby little hands, placing it at my feet, before making a hasty retreat.
Opening the satchel, I find a canteen of water, and wrapped up tightly is some stale bread, along with a small amount of cheese and meat. You won't hear me complaining though, beggars can't be choosers, and I would rather eat this shit than starve. I stuff the food into my mouth as fast as humanly possible, before downing half of the canteen, saving the rest for later. Feeling a little more satisfied, I ease to a sitting position, before looking at the scared boy in front of me, feeling a malicious grin spread across my face.
"What's the matter boy, cat got your tongue?" His flinching only causes my grin to widen, as he begins to shake in fear, he stares at me with wide anxious eyes. "Don't worry this cat won't eat you, you would probably taste fucking disgusting. Now leave me, I have a plan to form, and that's damn near impossible with the stench coming from you." The relief covers his face, as he transforms back into his rat form, and makes a hasty exit, and I turn back to my favorite pastime these days. Don't worry my little minx, this'll all be over soon, you'll see.
Lilith
I wake with the sun shining on my face, and warm arms wrapped around my waist. Not that I can really enjoy it though, all I can think about is the revelations from the day before. How did my dad not know who she is? What she is? Surely, a demon should be able to sense an angel. How the fuck could he have a full fucking relationship with her, and not be able to sense it? I know she told me it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t tell, but how can I believe a word that comes from her fucking mouth? As I’m lying here, I think over what Sarah told me yesterday.
Finally, the woman opens her mouth, clearing up any misunderstandings. “Hello daughter, how lovely it is to see you again. I see you still haven’t lost all of that weight, I tried to tell you growing up that no one would ever love you while you look like that!”
I begin to shake, as the familiar anger begins to
take over, and I feel Tunrida trying to push forward. It takes all of my self control to push her back down, and in a cold and detached voice I ask. “What are you doing here Sarah? You know I don’t want anything to do with you. If it’s money you're looking for, to feed your filthy habits, or pay off one of the many people that are probably chasing your nasty arse, then you can leave now. I wouldn’t give you the steam off my shit!”
She laughs, and the sound truly grates on my nerves. I’ve listened to it enough as she would torment me growing up. “Well my dear offspring, I thought since you finally know the truth of who your father is, it’s only fitting for you to know the truth of who I am. You see, standing before you is none other than archangel Gabriel's daughter. You’re half-angel! Isn’t this delightful news?”
I scoff at her in disbelief, sure bitch that makes complete sense, I can totally see the holy presence shining from her fucking arsehole. At the look on my face, she giggles her usual infuriating giggle that she thinks people find endearing, and I fucking lose it. “As if I’d believe that bullshit! You are the furthest thing from an angel I’ve ever met! I’m pretty sure angels aren’t fucking whores, that love to pump themselves full of every inebriant known to man! Also, you were dating one of the strongest demons alive, I’m pretty sure he would have been able to tell if you were any kind of supernatural being, especially a fucking angel of all things!”
I watch as she sits there with a contemplative expression, before her face breaks out in a grin that I’m much more accustomed to. “Your father always was a fucking idiot, he was too busy trying to knock me up, to really give a shit about what I was. Even if he did care to look close enough, my dear old dad made sure no one would be able to tell what I was, when he threw me to this earthly plane, that I’m cursed to remain on. Even if I do think the punishment doesn’t fit the crime, my dad was always so melodramatic, it’s not like I did something completely terrible, I just caused a little trouble.”
I can’t help it, I laugh at the bitch. Aw, isn’t that a shame! Daddy didn’t love her so she decided, her best bet would be to treat her own child just as bad. For fuck's sake, if that was her mindset no wonder he threw her away, I wish I could do the same fucking thing, but I could never be that fucking lucky. I watch as anger washes over her features, and it does nothing but leave me feeling satisfied, thankful the fear I used to feel for her is long gone. Please tell me she doesn’t still believe that I’m searching for her approval, what a fucking idiot! I turn to eye the man that she brought with her, and tilt my head to the side. “Who is your little friend Sarah? Don’t tell me you actually pulled someone decent this time? I can tell you right now you're punching above your weight, not that you’ve ever really given men a choice before. Looking at this one though, he doesn’t look your usual type. He doesn’t seem like another druggy, nor does he look like a sadistic bastard, seems you're moving up in the world.”
She lets out an animalistic growl, and a victorious grin spreads across my face. “Now now mother, no need to lose your temper. I think I’ve put up with enough of that over the years! Not to mention that it makes you look fucking uncivilised infront of your newest conquest. Though I suppose he’s better off seeing your true colors now rather than later.” As I finish speaking, I feel Tunrida trying to push to the front again, and this time I decide why the fuck not, it would be good to see her scared of me for a change. From the safe place inside myself, I watch the fear that comes over my mother's face, and I smile as I listen to what Tunrida says.
“You woman, are not worthy to even stand before us. After what you did to us before we awakened, you are truly lucky we do not kill you right now. But Lilith wants answers, and you will fucking answer her, it is the least you could do, after being a terrible mother. You don’t want to know what will happen if you refuse us. You disg-” She’s cut off, when the man that accompanied my mother steps forward, and grabs our outstretched hand. As soon as his skin touches ours, I’m pulled from my safe place, and Tunrida is buried again. I gasp at the rush brought forward from his touch, glancing down incredulously to his hand still holding me, and freeze at what my eyes are seeing, with my head spinning I’m unable to catch my breath. How can he be my mate? It’s not fucking possible!
I snap out of my thoughts, as I feel Gale snuggling into me, and letting out a deep breath. “You’re supposed to be resting up babygirl. You went through a lot at the hands of Michael, and what you learned yesterday can’t be easy to take in either. I know that I’m pretty damn shocked, knowing that you’re from one of the strongest demon bloodlines, and one of the strongest angel bloodlines, I suppose the prophecy makes a little bit more sense now though. The new guy’s just down the hall in the last spare room, you can get your answers when we know you’re fully rested, and we feel like you’re safe around him. Now, don’t make me tire you out to get you back to sleep!”
I sigh, knowing he’s right, so giggling I turn to him. “Alright bossy pants, there’s no need for threats. My head's kind of all over the place right now, that’s what woke me up, But I’m sure a nice cuddle from my goofy man will do the trick to get me back to sleep.” Curling myself into his side, I can feel his laughter rumbling through his chest. Snuggling in as close as I can get, I breathe in his scent, feeling a calmness wash over me at how comforting it is having people who really care about me.
I know that I should probably get more sleep, like Gale said I am still recovering from that madman Michael, but my thoughts are my own worst enemy. I just can’t seem to turn them off, as flashes of everything I experienced run through my mind on a loop. I lie there, listening to Gale’s even breathing, and let out a tired sigh. I know I can't escape my nightmares anymore, no matter how much I wish I could. Closing my eyes, I try to relax, and slowly everything fades away.
Lilith
Later that same day I wake up, and I don’t feel Gale in the bed beside me anymore. Well, that was super nice of him to just leave me like that. I get I’m the one that’s supposed to be resting but after everything that’s happened, you would think that they wouldn’t want to leave me on my own. I finally open my eyes, and a squeak escapes me. Standing against the wall is my new mystery mate, watching me intently, with his arms crossed over his wide chest.
I suppose, if it wasn’t so creepy I would probably be happy. I mean who wouldn’t be with such a gorgeous man watching over them? With his tall stature and beautiful straight dirty blonde hair with an undercut? On top of that, he has eyes so light blue that they almost look like straight up ice. The thing that draws me in the most though is his jawline, now call me crazy but I have a thing for a sharp jawline. (To be fair I also have a thing for necks, and hands so I suppose that doesn’t mean much.) In clothes, this man is drop-dead sexy with his shirt stretched taut across every bulging muscle, and imagining him with no shirt has my lady parts singing. I scowl up at him, trying to hide my reaction, and pull myself round in bed. Standing up, I walk towards the closet, which means I’ve got to walk directly in front of him. I freeze when he reaches out and grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Listen angel, we have to talk about this. While our pairing is highly unusual, we can’t change it. I know you felt what happened when I interrupted what I have been informed is your demon. I know that I’ve never felt anything so powerful in my long life. There's never been a hybrid of both types of supernaturals before, but I suppose it makes sense that you would have mates to match each part of you. I’d rather talk like adults about this, rather than ignore it completely. The others explained a little bit about what's happened to you lately, and I know that talking about us is probably the last thing on your mind, but the sooner we talk about it, the better. It would probably put the rest of your mates' minds at rest if they had answers, I understand them being protective of you, when they’ve only just gotten you back.”
I let out a long sigh, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hands, I know I’m being stubborn, but I’ve only just gotten used to the idea of having five mat
es who are all demons, now I have to figure out how an angel will fit into all of this. I didn’t even know that it was a possibility till yesterday. It would be just my luck, that I would come from two of the strongest family lines on both sides, as if all this shit wasn’t hard enough to figure out.
“You're right, we do need to talk but I just can’t handle it right now. Please, just give me some time to let all of this sink in. You can start by not being a creep, watching me while I sleep isn’t exactly the best way to show you can be trusted, and by letting me pass so I can get ready for the day.” He reluctantly lets my arm go, and I rush past him, closing the closet door behind me, and leaning against it. How the fuck am I supposed to deal with this shit when I haven’t even dealt with what happened to me.
I listen for him leaving my room, and once I’m sure he’s gone, I turn to look for an outfit for the day. I settle on something simple, it’s not like I plan on leaving the house anytime soon, I’m a lot safer here, and being kidnapped by another loon isn’t exactly on my to-do list. I pick up a pair of black leggings, and a white t-shirt before heading into the bathroom for my morning routine.
After my shower, I get ready and throw my hair up in a braid before taking a deep breath and heading downstairs. I find everyone gathered in the kitchen with Demetrius, Gale, Lucien, Sam and Taehyung on one side of the room, and my mystery mate on the other. I should probably ask him what his name is, I can’t just keep calling him my mystery mate. That shit's pretty fucking rude, and we’re kind of stuck with each other now. I’ve just been so lost in my head that finding out what it is, wasn’t exactly at the top of my list of things I needed to know.
Stepping into the room, everyone's heads turn toward me at the same time, stopping me in my tracks. The weight of their gazes on me is overwhelming to say the least, so me being me, I just stand there, raising my hand in an awkward little wave. At this, all the guys begin to laugh at me, and a huge breath whooshes past my lips. I swear these guys are too intense for me when I've only just woken up.