Tempted Fate |18+ (Ménage)✔

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Come on...
...I'm not that mean.
Left a nice cliffhanger for both Patreon and Wattpad on the last update, but I feel super duper nice and generous today.

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What have I done...?

"Rose," they speak in unison and panic.

Grandpa Sebby and Grandpa are out of their chairs, knocked to the floor as they rush past Cypher and me into the dining room. They tear through the estate while Uncle Kev rises to his feet and asks with confusion, "What happened?"

"I..." my voice trails off; shaking my head as Cypher appears scared, moving to wrap his arms around my leg.

"M-Momm-y R-Ros-e?" Cypher asks with fear and confusion.

Uncle Kev comes to stand next to the two of us, my gaze flickering to hold his. The intensity in my stare...it is enough for Uncle Kev to reach out a hand to Cypher while he says, "How about we go get some cookies while Dot helps out, okay?" Cypher's features are unsure, Uncle Kev reassuring him, "Everything will be okay."

Cypher looks up at me and then back to Uncle Kev, slowly nodding his head as he asks me, "Come back?"

"Yes, I still owe you a magic show," I reply, though it is hesitant because with what I've done, I don't know...

Cypher reaches out for Uncle Kev and he leads him away, nodding at me to go.

...fear spikes within the center of my chest.

Returning his nod, I book it as fast as I can through the estate, passing others as I fly by. The cries are easy to follow, my heart panging with guilt. The halls become congested, many of the coven members and those of Dante's pack are lingering, speaking among themselves in their confused state. Trying to weave and push past them is nearly impossible, my temper flaring for a moment.

"Move!" I stand still and yell. Startled, there are those that look to me and move closer to the walls of the hall, seeing Dante at the very end of it outside the closed door. While I walk through a small path that is made for me, he glances at me, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Dante releases a sigh when I close the distance, telling me, "Who knew this curse of yours was contagious?"

"What?" I ask though I piece it together from his ignorance not a moment later.

"Rose," Dante nods at the wooden door, "she's displaying similar symptoms that you did when you broke from that crystal." He rubs his forehead and angrily adds, "I have no idea what we are going to do regarding the winter solstice...we already lost the ability to send you in undercover as a slave...she was our only chance at getting close to the council from within and undetected."

My heart drops into the pit of my stomach, telling him quietly, "It's not contagious."

Dante stares at me hard as I reach out and grasp the door handle. Slipping inside the room, I briefly scan the surrounds while closing the door quietly behind me. It's a very large room, taking one look at the bed to understand that this is all their room. A crib stands at the foot of the bed, Grandpa and Grandpa Sebby kneel near Rose, yet they don't touch her.

Rose is on the ground, tears cascading down her cheeks as she shakes her head crying, "I-I ca-n't t-t-tou-ch h-hi-m!"

She refers to Victor, Marc cradling and shushing the baby in his arms.

When I wished about this curse to not be mine to bear...

...I didn't mean to have anyone else bear it either. I wouldn't wish this on my darkest of enemies, let alone it ends in a Russian roulette with the one person who needs to touch...to be touched.