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CalistaI didn’t waste time cleaning myself up, nor did I wait for Lilith’s usual assignments. I just walked—straight to Azazel’s chamber. My heart thudded, low and steady, as I stood outside his door.By the Goddess, I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to see either of them. Not him. And especially not her.“Are you planning to get your job done just standing there, darling?”Vivianne’s voice sliced through the quiet, dragging me back into the moment.My jaw clenched. Of course, she was here. And somehow, I could feel Azazel inside too. His presence was unmistakable—heavy, electric.I knocked lightly, hesitating only for a moment before easing the door open with a quiet creak.Azazel was the first thing I saw. He sat on one of the beds, a book open in his hands.Our eyes locked.And just as quickly, he looked away.“Well, that’s not weird at all,” Nyx muttered, puzzled.He had always kept books around, but I’d never seen him actually read one. And he was definitely never this cal
Calista “You look like hell. Are you okay?” she asked, eyes wide with concern.Why does she care? Why is she here?“I heard Lord Azazel roar a few hours ago. This is your room, isn’t it? I came to check on you.” Her voice was soft. Too soft. Her expression was genuinely concerned.Too genuine.My eyes flicked to the floor. Still spotless. The unnatural cleanness from earlier still rattled me.Did Ophelia clean it? Why? But Ophelia wasn’t looking at the floor. She was watching me."There's something different about her," Nyx snarled sniffing through my nose. Before I could speak—“529!” Madame Ysara’s voice cracked through the hallway like a whip.I flinched.She stood at the edge of the West Wing, arms folded, face void of emotion. I shut the door behind me, forgetting to lock it. My feet moved toward her on instinct. A sharp, sterile scent caught my nose the moment I drifted past Ophelia—faint, but unmistakably the trace of some harsh cleaning agent. When I glanced back, Ophelia
Calista I clenched my fist trying to keep my head down. I doubt I'll be able to control myself after what Azazel did. “Servant girl, come sit,” she said, her voice laced with mischief. That damn name again! I could feel fury piling in stacks in my chest. I knew what this was, what she was trying to do and it was working. I knew she was trying to play her sick mind games on me. But this wasn't the right time for games. I sat on the bed next to her. It wasn’t fear I felt, It was rage. I wanted to steal every breath from her throat. All my fury, braided with Nyx’s, was ready to explode in a single breath.“What is it about you that makes Mi Albear weak?” she questioned spinning the scalpel in her hand like she was ready to gut me. What? My head turned as my gaze locked on her. My eyes burned as they glowed red. I lowered my gaze immediately trying not to make her feel my rage. I didn't respond. I couldn't, because the word that would have left my lips wouldn't be kind. She stood
Calista It was no surprise that Azazel's engagement ceremony was a mask for him to pride himself on what happened at Blackmaw. I still don't understand the essence of the gathering because the ceremony barely held before the drama. I had been so shocked Madame Ysara had called for me severally over the past few days to watch over Asher. My best guess is that he asked for me because I know she hates me and wouldn't willingly let me see him. I still don't understand her relationship with him. She's just a head maid but she loomed over him like a mother. The west wing had been placed on lockdown and nobody was to be seen loitering around. Not even Lilith dared to move towards this wing. And each time I had to sneak into his room even if Madame Ysara herself had called for me. Somehow Asher seemed to be better. I guess he met Abesa and his treatment was going well. I never expected the wolfsbane to have such a terrifying effect on an Alpha as strong as Asher. The moment I got into A
Azazel Asher had spent the last three days in his chambers kept away from anyone and Ysara had been with him all through. I can only anticipate the thrill of him descending into madness when he finds out the blood spilled at Blackmaw was for his sake. My urges had become stronger and the pull unbearable. Each time the youngling walks into my chambers Anuba spirals and I just can't help but want to get to know her.Though Vi has been a great distraction, I can't help but be wary that she has her claws out for her. But I still can't help but want to see her even more.Ysara had also been acting strange, refusing anyone from seeing Asher, me included. But that doesn't change the fact that I'll make him bleed when he's better. The castle was too quiet. Boring. Maddening.I have been forced to attend council meetings since Asher isn't available. Those prideful Alphas talking about making peace with Rowan but he still hasn't seen the last of me. And here I am again in another fruitless m
Azazel “She wouldn't dare!” Anuba snarled inside my head. She thought she could threaten me. But even she didn't understand—I would burn the world before I let anyone touch my youngling. Unlike other Lycans who had a connective relationship with their inner wolf that didn't apply to Anuba. Even though he was a part of me he was unhinged and wouldn't mind ending anyone regardless of the cost. And if Anuba had said he wanted her there's nothing anyone would do about it. But Vi doesn't give empty threats. I didn't let her speak another word. My mouth crushed hers in a kiss that had nothing to do with tenderness—and everything to do with control. I pushed her against the wall, cold water running between our bodies, drowning my rage in heat.I might not be mated to Vivianne but that doesn't change the fact that I'm attracted to her. She is as beautiful as the Goddess herself and everything down to her toenail turned me on. The water rushing down her skin heightened her physique. My a