The Cambion's Hoard

Henson wiped the blood from my hands. My brother's blood. Seeing Rose cling to him, watching him kiss her. It had set my blood boiling. She was supposed to be mine.

Henson froze as the growl left my lips. He looked up through the smoke I had pushed out. I cupped his face running my thumb across his cheek. All I could think about when I looked at him was kissing him. Yet, I could see the fear in his eyes, which hurt.

"I love you, Henson."

He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his face. The look of sadness was too much. I fucked up so much. He was going to leave me. I was going to lose him all because I was jealous of Thatcher.

Henson stood and headed for the door. I stood up quickly and grabbed him. He didn't try to move away.

"Hen, please, I'm so sorry. I couldn't control myself. My vision went red, and I wanted to kill him."

He pushed me away. "You could have killed him. You're right about that. You also could have killed Rose. But what was really shitty was that you didn't tell me she was your mate either. I have been fawning over a girl that took my boyfriends from me. If she was going to be with us, then fantastic, but no, she just took the two people I've loved most in the world."

"Rose can't control that she woke up a mate bond in both of us. I don't understand how that is even possible, Hen."

"I know that!" He shoved a finger into my chest.

Hen turned and paced across our room. He smoothed his hair back but didn't turn around. "I want to be mad at Rose, but I'm not. She couldn't help what had happened. I am even more pissed that I don't stand a chance with her. I wanted her for us."

I wanted to go to him and wrap my arms around him, but I knew he didn't want me to touch him. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault. We'd still have had a chance if I had controlled my anger. When we were at your parents, I imagined us fucking her. I wanted her to be filled by us. And then I was thinking about getting her pregnant. Not just me but you too."

He turned. "Me too? She's your mate. You'd probably fuck me up too if I touched her like Thatch."

My gut churned. No, Hen was my mate too. I'd always known he was my mate. When we had first met, I'd felt the same uncontrollable fire to have him. His scent, an overwhelming smell of coffee and fresh chipped stone. He was my mate, but I didn't understand how Rose too.

I reached my hand out to him. "You are my mate, Henson. I don't understand how but you are mine too. I've always tolerated Thatch touching you because it made you happy. I knew I had to make you happy, or you'd reject me. Fuck, you could still reject me. If she does too, it'll kill me."

Henson took it, and my shoulders sagged in relief. "You need to figure out what the fuck is going on. We should call your mother."

I shook my head quickly. "No, she'll actually kill me. But I know who to call."