Calista My heart melted at his gesture. Tears ran down my cheeks before I even realized.“I was definitely going to come even if it killed me,” I said in a low voice. Nyx was already leaping inside my head like she was the one having the rush of excitement more than me. He walked towards me and slowly wiped the tears off my face. The warmth of his touch sent a tingling sensation throughout my body.“You need not shed a tear when you're with me,” he said as he kissed my hand and lifted me immediately. “What happened to your knee?” he asked with a slight change of tone. I guess I didn't expect less, an Alpha would definitely be able to smell a fresh wound. “Give it to him Calista, call out that b*tch…” Nyx growled. I wanted to, so bad. I wanted to tell him who hurt me. I was certain he would head for Azazel immediately but this would only further cause Chaos. And last I checked Azazel doesn't know I'm with his brother. Though he doesn't care about the mate bond and neither do I.
Calista Azazel stepped out all dressed. I stood there clenching the mop really hard trying to show no sense of emotion. He stopped for a second like he was looking at me. “Go tidy up,” he said as he walked past me. “And youngling… be careful. Vivianne is a force.” He added before his footsteps faded away. Was that concern in his voice—or a warning that he’d let her finish what she started?Vivianne… so that's her name. Vi indeed. I hissed. I took a deep breath before I stepped in. Bracing myself for whatever was to come next. Her gray eyes met mine, sharp and deliberate. She sat on the bed barely naked, her nipples and curves visible through her transparent silver linen. I could feel her eyes following me as I walked past her. Torn clothes were scattered on the ground and both of the beds were messed up. Wine stained the carpet and the tiles. Shattered glass was also on the ground. “Did they fight or make love?” Nyx asked, confused. Well, I don't know Nyx, maybe you should
Calista Did I enter the wrong room or am I dreaming? By the look of her glowing skin, glistening black hair, and well-kept nails it was obvious she wasn't a maid, she must be of royal status. I lowered my gaze immediately. “ I'm sorry ma'am,” I apologized immediately, trying not to cause a scene. “And who is this entitled little sh*t?” Nyx snarled in my mind. “Mi Ablear, are your servants always so bold?” She called to Azazel in a soft tone as she grabbed the sheets covering herself. Mi Ablear? Goddess, what does that even mean? Sounds like a name you’d give a pet dragon you secretly want to marry. His thundering footsteps followed as he flung the bathroom door open coming out with just a towel on his waist like he was ready to snap my head off. It wasn't the fact that it was Azazel that made my blood boil. It was the fact that he looked just like Asher steaming hot and sweaty. I clenched my fist digging my nails into my palm trying to remind myself who this was. But the memo
Calista My eyes fluttered shut as I leaned into him, kissing him with everything I had. I didn’t hold back, I couldn't. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him until there was no space left between us.I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Just feel.His tongue slipped between my lips, teasing, coaxing, and I opened for him without hesitation. His breath was hot in my mouth and his lips soft and wet. His fingers trailed down my spine, igniting every nerve in their path.Heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading like wildfire, and my body responded instantly—wet, wanting, alive. Then he pulled back slightly, taking a step back. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have. That was inappropriate of me.”I could barely register his words through the fog of want.Screw guilt. Screw fear. I needed this—I needed him.Before he could finish his next sentence, I moved. I grabbed his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him like my life depended on it.He responded instantly—one hand slidi
Calista I couldn’t stop shaking, not from the cold, but from the screams still echoing in my skull. The children crushed under paws. The laughter. The blood.Azazel didn’t say a word as he carried me—until he suddenly dropped me to my feet. My knees buckled. I barely caught myself before hitting the floor.“Get a hold of yourself!” he barked.Then he turned and kicked the heavy metal door in. It slammed open with a loud bang. What I saw inside made the screams in my head seem like lullabies.The stench of blood and decay hit first. Rows of metal beds stretched out, all empty, but the straps still hung from them. Jars lined the shelves—fangs, claws, entire jaws floating in yellowed liquid. The walls were stained with dried blood and claw marks. What in the world is this? This wasn't an infirmary, it was a lair built for pain.Azazel bolted to the far corner where a woman lay strapped down, barely breathing. Her belly was swollen.Theron’s mate.I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t.
Calista “It's the wine! It's the wine!” one of them screamed, emptying his cup. Most of them were already on the ground, choking. What was more haunting was the fact that they didn't die! They were all on the ground, gushing out blood but not dying. It seemed like their bodies were healing but the poison kept eating at them. Tears poured down my face instantly, and my body shook. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Hundreds of people had collapsed before my eyes. Someone bolted toward the exit, as screams filled the air. A sharp whistle—A stone flew past me, fired from Azazel’s direction, and pierced the man’s skull. He crumpled. Blood soaked the floor beneath him. “Leaving so soon? The party is just getting started,” he said in the most haunting voice I've ever heard. The children screamed as his body dropped to the ground. They all rushed to a corner hugging themselves as they cried. I wanted to move, to help the children, but Azazel’s stare locked my body in place. Nyx grow