Truthful Lies

Kris Tang








I couldn't believe Hunnie!








After speeding around town I managed to call up a few friends, asking if anyone seen my mate hanging out with any men during my absence and they all truthfully denied seeing her with anyone.









This didn't make sense to me.

She begs to be with Bahm, yet she betrays us with another man!









If I could have the ability to sense deceit, I would surely use it on Hunnie, because she really thinks I'm stupid!









I know what I read!

Her scent has been cloaked so it's not like I could sense who's seed had planted into our mate's walls! Then, she cloaks her mark as if she doesn't want people to know she's marked!







Boy was I mad!





Bahm had easily taken the story about Hunnie being the Dark Witch that sent him to Hell. Though he is somewhat mad at me right now for hiding her existence away from him, he trusts and believes in me solely, but now I even feel him hiding things from me.





It wasn't as though I wasn't telling the truth.

What he doesnt know, won't hurt him, and twisting the truth has worked on him plenty of times so far.









"What is it?

Why are you upset now?"



Exiting the elevator leading into our penthouse, Bahm greets me right away with a stern look on his face. He could clearly see how worked up I was, no matter how hard I tried convincing my emotions and him that I wasn't.







"I don't want to talk about it right now."







"Well we should at least continue to talk about this Dark Witch!

How do I know, that she won't send me back to Hell Kris!" He throws his arms in the air as I take a seat in the parlor.







"This is why I am trying to tell you, I have to kill her!

I even think sh has you under some spell!"







"No Bahm!

Just drop it, please!"









"But you know I've been killing them off for hundreds and hundreds of years!

Am I right or wrong?

So because you have my heart in your chest, means I have to listen to you?"







He was beginning to irritate me and I wasn't exactly in the mood to hear how he wanted to kill her, though Hunnie becoming pregnant and carrying another man's child, made me think twice about listening to him.











"BAHM!

You CAN'T, kill her!" I shouted in total frustration.











"WHAT ABOUT MY SAFETY KRIS?"

He raises his voice even louder than I ever had and I look at him with wide eyes.











It seemed he wouldn't take no for an answer and I could barely think straight with my emotions running high right now. It was just not a good day at all, and I sincerely didn't want Hunnie to die. I really didn't.







Suffer, yes.

Die, no.





Standin on my feet, I approached a seething Bahm. His aura felt so shady.









"Bahm...

Your safety is my number one priority, all the time--"











"THEN WHY CAN'T WE MAKE HER DISAPPEAR!

I DON'T WANT TO GO TO HELL FOR A THIRD TIME, BECAUSE SOME YOUNG DARK WITCH IS FRIGHTENED OF ME!!"







Sighing, I raise my hand and place both of my palms to the sides of his face.





"Please Bahm.

Just trust me."







"Kris. I'm sorry, but I can't risk it.

She's honestly done something to you!

I can feel her how much she moves you!!"









He throws my hand off his face and I stood rooted to the ground. There was no way I could let him kill Hunnie, but it doesn't seem like he even cares about our promise that he's seen so many times through my thoughts!









"TEL ME WHY YOU DEFEND HER!"









"I'M NOT BAHM!

She WAS my FRIEND!"

Suddenly, I cry like an idiot, not absolutely sure where the tears came from and I quickly wiped at my eyes with my sleeve.





Bahm twists his face at me, scrutinizing me before I turned to walk away towards the kitchen. For the rest of the day we were all in the house quiet, mostly me. Feeling defeated in every way possible with Hunnie becoming pregnant and Bahm wanting to take her life.





This isn't what I was expecting to happen once we started attending The Academy just a month ago!

When Lydia and him disappeared into his room, I went to our bar and began taking shots of his infamous cognac that he always used to like drinking.





The dry bitter contents spilled down my throat, and every time, I wanted to throw the glass in anger, watching it shatter as it hits the ground in a million pieces.



By the time I was on my 4th shot, I decided to stop drinking. I can't just give in like this, I have to continue pressing Bahm about this matter.

Would he really try and kill her?

How can I convince him not to otherwise?



I have to think!

Moments later he walks down to the parlor to fetch a beer from the kitchen. I know he can feel my eyes following him all the way there, but he ignores me.







“Bahm, please listen.

You can't kill anyone.

Especially the humans and supernaturals I grew up going to school with...you swore!”







"Kris, are you seriously still going to defend her!"





“OH OH!

She means more to you, doesn't she!”

Lydia yells from the catwalk upstairs, as though she had just guessed the correct answer to a million dollar question.







I snapped!







WHO THE HELL WAS SHE TO EVEN MEDDLE INTO OUR CONVERSATION!





"SHUT UP BITCH!”

I spat out almost instantly, kicking the barstool from underneath me in a rage.





Then I pointed my long finger in her direction, feeling my body about to shift within seconds at her ungenerous, brazen, selfish, and forward remark. She doesn't even know Hunnie!





"Mind your fucking business!" The words left my mouth in a deadly manner.







"HEY!"



Bahm yells, stomping his feet on the ground.







"YOU CAN DRINK ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU WILL NOT...

WILL NOT,

GET DISRESPECTFUL WITH HER!

She didn't do anything wrong!" He lowers his voice at the end.









"FUCK HER!

SHE NOTHING TO ME!"

The words flew out so quick, neither one of them had time to react to my sudden burst of anger towards Lydia.







Bahm slams his bottle back on the counter and starts walking towards me slowly, but Lydia quickly races down the stairs, to the kitchen by Bahm's side, and places a hand to his chest.









"Please don't fight.

I'm sorry...

I'll mind my own."









After rolling my eyes, I stare off with Bahm, feeling the liquor wanting to give everyone a piece of my mind and my guilty heart ready to explode!



Lydia hooks onto Bahm's arms and leads him up the spiral staircase leading to his room in silence. Bahm glances at me before they close his room door with a loud thud.









"THIS IS ALL SO FUCKING STUPID!"

A distressing roar escapes my throat as I turn to face the bar.







Catching glimpse of my shot glass from the corner of my eyes while rubbing my temple intensely, I quickly grasped the glass off the counter and finally threw it full force towards the back of the bar.







"Do you want to continue speaking?" Bahm comes into the link eagerly after hearing the glass shatter.







I only ignore him. Forcing my thoughts and body not to portray the emotions I was struggling to control since Hunnie this afternoon.





Forbidding my mind to become consume with thoughts about her to a 1500 year old Demon-Wolf King, that could listen in and see your thoughts if he wanted to, was becoming a burden.

I couldn't even try to figure out myself, who could have impregnated Hunnie, nor why she took it upon herself to bed another man....I haven’t bed ANYONE, since Bahm left.



She never even considered me all the while she was mated to Bahm, so how could she consider doing this!





Just at the right moment, my body begins feeling hot and lewd before my sensitive Lycan hearing picked up on moans coming from Lydia's mouth.

Now, I knew Bahm would be very distracted and I could finally think freely to myself.





Think about Hunnie.



How I missed the days of hearing Bahm talk so lovingly about her in our link. It gave me goosebumps all the time, truly being happy that my first crush was fated mates to my best friends that I served.



Also missing all the experiences and all the feelings Hunnie gave to Bahm that I could feel through the bond him and I shared, it was incredible. The most thing I missed, was feeling the most sentimental and affectionate emotions his heart would go through in my chest every time he was near Hunnie.







I continued to plead with him on sparing Hunnie's life that day, but he was solid stuck on calling me a traitor and a hypocrite due to me leaving him exposed. He would say this out loud for Lydia to hear and it angered me. I bit my tongue, in fear I would say all the wrong things while feeling a bit tipsy from the shots. I needed to unwind and collect myself.





Walking over to the kitchen table where Bahm and Lydia sat eating dinner, I begged one last time.



"Kris please don't make me repeat myself," He drops his fork and knife, the clatter rang throughout my ears before I could even get the words out.