The HellBeast's Sacrifice

THE HELLBEAST’S SACRIFICETHE HELLBEAST KING #6 STEPHANIE HUDSON The HellBeast’s Sacrifice The HellBeast King Series #6 Copyright © 2023 Stephanie Hudson Published by Hudson Indie Ink www.hudsonindieink.com This book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it wasn’t purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite book retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referred to in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorised, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. The HellBeast’s Sacrifice/Stephanie Hudson – 1st ed. I dedicate this book to my wonderful, childhood friend Libby, who I now have the honour of working with since she joined Hudson Indie Ink a few years ago. Since then, her hard work and dedication to seeing my books sold all around the world is proving to be a force to be reckoned with, as she is one of the most incredibly driven people I have ever known. I can honestly not thank her enough and am lucky to call her both friend and work colleague. She has enriched my life since the first day I met her in school, and she continues to do so as an adult. I want to wish her the very best 40th Birthday this year and hope she knows how dearly she is held in my heart. All my love Steph x PS… And for those that wonder, she is indeed the reason Keira’s sister is called Olivia, AKA Libby. CONTENTS 1. Foolish Trust2. When It Snows Crimson3. Oh, Brother4. The Problem with Kings5. Hollow Memories6. Home is a Strange Word7. This is What infinity Feels Like8. Hope and Confusion9. Love Lost and Found10. Forget Me Not11. Slave or Coffee12. Another First13. End of a Ruse14. Cheese Please15. Remembering the Agony16. Disappointing Trust17. It’s Just What You Do18. Impossible19. Trusted Family Ties20. Slow and Spacious21. The Special Kind of Mocha22. HellBeast Rescue23. Unlikely Protector24. The Fire in My Veins25. A Beast of His Word26. Best Laid Plans27. Problem Solving Steak28. Bad Decisions29. Just Fuck It Out30. Our First31. And The Devil Returns32. Royal Picture Weirdly Perfect33. The Gift that Keeps on Giving34. Santa Baby35. History on Repeat36. When Hearts are Taken37. Devil’s Chaos38. Time is Beyond Us39. Past MistakeAcknowledgmentsAbout the AuthorAlso by Stephanie HudsonOther HII Authors 1FOOLISH TRUSTELLA As soon as I heard this, I turned my body, putting my back to the trash can and covering my mouth as shock tore through me. Orson had not only been working for Koro, the Gypsy warrior who had failed at getting me into Hell, but he was also his… his… Brother! I closed my eyes and forced myself to ignore all of this. To push it all away to the back of my mind, because now was not the time for this! No, I had to get out of here. I had to… to… get home. That was where Jared said he would find me. “Come on, girl.” I heard Orson practically growl, making me freeze, thinking at first that he had found me hiding. But when no hand reached for me, I chanced taking a look. This was only to find an impatient Orson looking to the store. It was clear he was still waiting for me and hoping any second I would walk out of the door. Of course, when this didn’t happen, he yanked his keys out of the gas cap, stuffed them into his pocket and began storming his way across the forecourt. But more importantly… He hadn’t locked the door. Foolish trust. I quickly made my way around to the driver’s side, keeping low as I opened his door and slid my body in. Then, knowing I didn’t have long, I hoisted myself up and grabbed a flat head screwdriver from the toolbox in the flatbed. I was also thanking my lucky stars that, like me, Orson had a thing for older trucks, because this meant all I needed to do to start it up was jam the screwdriver in the ignition and turn. And with no immobilizer, this made it possible. I wrenched on the steering wheel to break the steering lock the second it started up. After this, I sat up and put it into gear the very second Orson tore out of the store, only to see me about to drive away. Then, like a bad ass, I gave him the finger as I drove off, making him snarl angrily. I also watched in the mirror, just to be sure what he would do next, feeling relieved when he didn’t just attack some poor guy and steal his car. I looked to the dash and couldn’t help but grin when I saw his wallet, shaking my head with a smirk before muttering, “Idiot.” After this I knew I needed to plan. Because he would soon realize I had his cards and before he had chance to think to cancel them all, I needed to get myself enough fuel to get me home. So, even though I knew it was risky, I stopped at the next gas station with a firm plan in mind. Because I couldn’t risk him tracking where I had used his card and if he found it not far from where I had left him, he would only have a starting point close by. I needed to be smart here. Like, Amelia smart. So, the second I stopped the