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Chapter 45
Jane DoeIn This Chapter: Azrael: God of the Wolves. Orion: God of the Mages. Draco: God of the Lycans. Jade: Goddess of Jealousy. Sephtis: God of Death. Elias: God of Sex. Kiara: Goddess of Fate.
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Curse of the Wolves Chapter 46
OrionMy face stung, the pain a troublesome reminder of what I’d done. Regret hovered close to the surface, trying to rise each time I violently shoved it down. I opened my hand and glared at the moon-shaped stone resting in my palm. The dreamy, doe-eyed look on her face told me all I needed to know. That it had come from my brother. A gift. A token of his affection.I had intended to retreat to my study to reread the prophecy in hopes more of it had revealed itself. Of course, poison thwarted those plans. Once again, my skin crawled with the sensation of being trapped.Caged like a fucking beast. I dropped by the dining room where Azrael was scarfing down sweet cakes like they were going out of season.“Azrael,” I snarled, tearing the pastry from his hand. “You and I need to talk.” Unfazed, he licked the frosting from his fingers. Only when I growled did he sigh and stand to his feet. Brushing the crumbs from his shirt and pants, he smacked his lips lazily. “Your cheek is red. S
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Blakely “Embrace the thread of eternal night as it is seen, And bend the knee to the mortal Queen.” I pushed away from Azrael, my body numb and head reeling. Neither Solana nor Orion, both of which were in a heated conversation, noticed me pass. Holding onto a bookshelf to keep upright, I rubbed a hand down my face. So, that’s why King Ricard looked familiar. At the time, he’d reminded me of my grandfather Vinny, who had died a few years before grandma. I just hadn’t known at the time that he was my fucking ancestor! Oh, fuck. That also meant I was related to Lunette. Not knowing how to process this, I squeezed my eyes shut only to see the heart-broken expression on the Goddesses’ face as she realized she’d have to watch her daughter grow up from afar. My heart clenched. When my eyes opened, Azrael stood close by. The memory of last night was burned into my head. How he’d stood at my door, his voice dangerously low as he asked me to let him in. It had taken every fraction of w
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Blakely The roar Draco unleashed as I fled made the floor beneath my feet tremble. Coming up to an intersection, I turned left so quickly that I clipped my shoulder in the process. Pain sparked down my arm, numbed by the heady cocktail of adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins. Hearing the thunderous footfalls not too far behind, I realized how truly fucked I was. Story of my life, right? That’s what I got for running. In my defense, what else was I supposed to do? It’s not every day a girl sees a mountainous, beast of a man with glowing eyes stalking her like a sweet little doe he just can’t wait to sink his teeth into. I hesitated before taking a right down another hall. Maybe I should play dead? Another roar sounded, this one closer. I huffed out a curse as I realized how limited my options truly were. He was clearly hunting me by scent, and while I had a head start, there was no way I could outrun him for long. No, Draco was going to catch me, it was only a matter of
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Blakely I swatted at yet another mosquito, snarling under my breath when it became tangled in my hair. “You’d think with all the magic in this realm someone would’ve invented some enchanted bug spray.” Azrael laughed from where he walked a few feet behind me, weaving through the gargantuan trees that made up Adira’s Forest with ease. Both the Inferno horses knickered when he charged forward and swept me into his arms. “I’ll protect you, little wolf.” I rolled my eyes, not at all oblivious to his hands resting on either side of my ass. Rather than demand he put me down, I wrapped my legs around his waist and enjoyed the small reprieve from walking. Back at the mansion I had started to head towards the closet with the intention of changing into the dress when Azrael stopped me. “Save it for dinner, little wolf. We have somewhere to be, and that gown isn’t meant for traveling.” Instead, he handed me a t-shirt, sneakers, and a pair of booty shorts that barely managed to cover the m
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Blakely I slid off Azrael’s back and hobbled into the house before he could shift into his very naked, very muscular human form. A girl could only take so much, and I was already beginning to fold. My stomach snarled as I quickly flitted up to my suite, desperate for a warm shower. Riding a wolf the size of a bear didn’t help my tight muscles. On the bright side, I had plenty of time to inspect Azrael’s silky fur. Dark as night with streaks of shimmering silver, it looked as though he’d been plucked from the sky. Which, in a way, I suppose he had been. Now that I’d seen both him and Draco in their wolf forms, I was almost curious as to what Orion looked like. I was so eager to wash the sweat and grime from my body that I practically sprinted into the bathroom, forgetting the gown I was meant to change into. After going through the motions of washing my body and hair, I wrapped a towel around my torso and returned to my suite. Not expecting to find Azrael sprawled across my bed, I
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Draco Ushering the tiny goddess over to my closet, I grabbed a t-shirt and made quick work slipping it over her shoulders. It fell to her knees, easily concealing the mark I’d left on her soft thigh. She released a sound of protest when I pulled the towel from her body, tossing it to the floor without a care. Another sound, this one pained, tumbled past her lips when I dropped my own towel and grabbed a pair of sweats. The heat that leaked from her eyes soaked into my flesh, causing my cock to stir. I looked down at her, unashamed at the erection hanging between my legs. Resisting her had been futile, something I quickly realized as I watched her and Azrael grow closer over the course of weeks. Whether she knew it or not, she owned him. His obsession with her had long surpassed the point of no return. He’d never let her go. He’d do anything to keep her. I wasn’t sure I could fault him for it anymore. There was a deep blush on her cheeks, darkening as she panted softly. My beast r
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Blakely “Boys?” Of course, Orion couldn’t keep his mouth shut for more than five seconds. I wish I could’ve said I was surprised, but I wasn’t. It seemed that whenever Orion felt something emotionally, he almost always channeled it into anger. Primitive bastard. “The scrawny, pathetic mortals you’ve likely whored yourself out to were boys.” He drawled, not once breaking his stare from my face. Taking another long drink of wine, his lips twitched ever so slightly. Something wicked gleamed within his eyes, shimmering like two freshly cut diamonds. Running his finger along the rim of his glass, he snarked, “We’re gods, poison. Gods.” Masking my rage behind a blank look of indifference, I lowered myself into my chair and snorted, “Really? Between the two of us, who do you think has slept with more people? The twenty-one-year-old girl, or the two-thousand-year-old, temperamental, insufferable, antagonistic God?” Knowing it would piss him off further, I took a sip of my own wine and
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Blakely One Hour Later “Ugh, why do you have to be so fucking heavy?” I snarled under my breath, wincing when I clipped the wall. Orion’s arm remained slung over my shoulder, a heavy weight I couldn’t wait to rid myself of. It had taken me half an hour to traverse the maze-like halls, following his slurred instructions. The mansion hadn’t bothered to help. Apparently, it didn’t approve of my actions. Azrael had offered me a hand, but I declined. I didn’t want this falling back on him or Draco. Just because I planned on staying didn’t mean I was okay with causing a rift between the three of them. No, they’d stay out of this, and I’d happily suffer the consequences. “Why do you have to be so short and bossy?” Orion griped, his voice husky and heavily slurred. Gritting my teeth, I shifted his weight to my hip and wrenched his bedroom door open. The scent of leatherbound books and smoke covered every surface from the dark lacquered furniture to the four postered bed with its obsidian
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