Triad's Cure

Copyright Triad’s Cure © 2023 by Mae Pierce. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior permission of the publisher. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Edited by Dark Ink Publication Contents Content Warning . Chapter 1. Cami 2. Wellyn 3. Cami 4. Fenar 5. Cami 6. Wellyn 7. Tallis 8. Cami 9. Cami 10. Eyke 11. Cami 12. Tallis 13. Cami 14. Eyke 15. Cami 16. Fenar 17. Cami 18. Wellyn 19. Cami 20. Eyke 21. Cami 22. Cami 23. Cami 24. Fenar 25. Cami 26. Wellyn 27. Cami 28. Cami 29. Cami 30. Cami 31. Tallis 32. Cami 33. Epilogue Afterword The Reluctant Demon About Author Content Warning TRIAD’S CURE contains depictions of: Blood (ingestion of). Self harm Deep depression and disassociation. Sexual scenes that involve choking, voyeurism, knotting, tentacles, DP, anal, blood, biting, heat play, ropes. It also contains brief references to: Physical disfigurement of a character. Death of a parent. If you feel there is something that needs to be added into these warnings please email [email protected]. To all the readers who think fictional men look good on their knees. For more reasons than one. Cami Someone’s crying was disturbing my sleep. It wasn’t my brothers or my parents. In fact, it didn’t seem to come from the house. The sound just echoed in the air. “I’m here Pancake, Cami. I’ve got you,” whispered a familiar voice. Oh. I was the one crying. There was a well of grief inside me I refused to touch. Closing my mouth, I turned my head away. I was in my bedroom at home. The glow of the dinosaur nightlight I’d had since I was four spread through the room. I fixed my eyes on it, pretending it could keep me safe. A warmth spread around my waist, heating my back. I snuggled into it. My scalp tingled slightly, like someone was running their fingers through my hair. I sunk deeper, letting the soft touch settle me. I was lost to Melbak again, just how I wanted it. Escaping that place was my only priority right now. My fractured heart and mind couldn’t handle it. The voice became my dad’s instead. He was talking to ma downstairs. The low rumble helped me drift away. To a place where emotions didn’t exist. I awoke again. Cracking my eyes open, reality dragged me back to Melbak, despite my every effort not to return. I stifled a moan. Running tingling fingers over my eyes, clearing my vision. My body ached as if I had been asleep for an age. It all came back to me in pieces. The photographs, Tallis’s sharp grin, the flames as he’d burned my most precious possession. He’d won whatever game he’d been playing from the moment he’d met me. He wanted me broken. He wanted me to hurt. Sharp agony rose to the surface. It was like I was losing my family all over again. I wrenched away from the pain and pushed it down. Wet tears still ghosted my cheeks, and it destroyed me that Tallis had seen them. I regretted that. It would be the last time. What about Wellyn and Fenar? They’d stood by and let him treat me how he wanted, never protecting me despite what Cove had told me about boosts being precious, revered and coveted. Perhaps I could speak to Albion and see if there was another triad that would take me as a boost. I sat up, my stomach roiling as I realized that wasn’t possible. Not since Wellyn and Fenar had taken my blood. Like it or not, they had linked me to them. I stared down at my pale, unmarked wrists. Fenar had always taken such care to heal me gently. I had considered it a sign that I could eventually forgive him. That we could move past the unfortunate beginning we had. My stomach contracted, sweat bursting over my upper lip. I needed food. Likely, the boys needed a boost, too. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my muscles faltering. Again, I wondered how long I’d been in bed. I remembered dreaming, sifting through such vibrant memories of my family, wishing fervently that I could go back. I was desperate to stay there with them. My gaze caught sight of the mask Tallis had made me wear on the bedside table and when it elicited no response from the inside of me, I reveled in the numbness. They wanted my blood. Needed it. Well, I would be the boost they wanted. Blood in a skin bag. Not worthy of words. Not worthy of being seen. I dressed in the dark robes that had littered my closet from the beginning. The material was heavy. I liked the weight of it on my shoulders, if only to harden my resolve. Tallis had scorched every part of me by burning those photos. Razed my entire being until I was nothing but a husk. In my head, I could go to my family. At night I could dream of them. I ran a quick brush through my hair and plaited it into a tight braid to pull it back from my face. Settling the mask over my face, I flinched at the feel of my breath, hot and wet in the small space. I gazed in the mirror. Now I was muzzled sufficiently. Tame and dead on the inside. I walked from my room, steeling myself to see them. Wellyn had his head cradled in his hands. His rusty locks were mussed as if he’d been tearing at them. Tallis was sitting on the window seat, his beautiful, cruel face turned towards the sky. He looked like a statue of a Greek god, his sharp