Azriel

With a last fierce blow, he ripped the punching bag into shreds. 

“Fuck,” breathing heavily, he rubbed a hand down his face and looked heavenward. A dollop of sweat leaped off his squared chin and tripped down his neck. It lazily trailed over his adam apple and towards his huge, defined chest. His large, inked body covered in a thin layer of sweat looked like an erotic deception.   

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. 

“Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.

Truth be told, those eyes had captured his interest the very moment they had collided with his. It had felt like a collision of two stars; enchanting but also destructive. And he immediately hated the effect they had on him, she had on him. He was a born ruler, a conqueror, how could he let a little orphan have power over him. 

Being the only child, he had grown into a possessive being and so he couldn’t bear how everyone had started fawning over her since the moment she stepped in. Her growing proximity with his father added fuel to the fire. He envied the closeness and so he started bullying her. She never fought back. Her submission fed to his obsession and emboldened him. He loved his effect on her. 

He grabbed a towel and started wiping his hair while walking out.

His phone pinged. He opened it to see a message from Alessia. 

Was thinking about you all night long. 

He smirked and threw the phone in his bed before getting in the shower. 

Azriel lived in the left-wing of the castle. His interaction with his father had dwindled to nothing after his mothers’ death. His mother was killed by rouge and he blamed his dad for that. She would have been alive if he had banished the rouges from their territory. They were still allowed in. Azriel voted for their annihilation. 

He was going to wipe them off the earth once he would become the King. 

After getting ready, he headed out for school. 

His pulled into his usual parking spot and climbed out of his Lamborghini. He was donning a black shirt and pair of jeans. As usual, the girls drooled over him as he passed them by and boys looked at him either with admiration or envy. 

“Azriel,” Lucas walked over to him and they did a bro hug. 

“Coach was asking about you?” Lucas told him as they walked through the corridor, attracting everyone’s attention. 

“That old man. Why now?” he asked.

“Heath opted out, we need one more player as the match is around the corner. Since you are the captain, you will have to be there for the audition,” Lucas shrugged. Azriel rolled his eyes.

“I always knew he was a pussy,” Azriel disclosed. Lucas nodded. 

They reached the basketball premises. 

Jack threw the ball towards him which he caught with ease. And just like that, the practice rolled on. 

Sometimes, in the middle of the practice, he got a whiff of her scent. Strawberry and Vanilla. His concentration broke and he stopped. His gaze started searching the ground for the owner of the mouthwatering scent. After a few moments, he found her. There she was. Exiting the library wing with a stack of books in her hand. Typical nerd. 

But that nerd almost knocked him off his feet when she suddenly smiled. A tightening feeling grew inside his heart as he stared at her like a creep. He hated to admit it but she looked gorgeous when she smiled.   

Instinctively, his gaze shifted to the person walking beside her. Burning jealousy licked through him when he saw Dustin. They were chatting like close friends. Wasn’t he just his project partner? He curled his fists as he shot daggers at him from there. This pesky filthy asshole was becoming a thorn in his side. They were doing a project together but that didn’t mean he had to be glued to her hips all-fucking day long. 

He didn’t like their closeness. Not one fucking bit.  

Hot rage swell inside him. He puffed his chest and swiveled. His seething eyes narrowed at his rival before he pounced over him and snatched the ball at the speed of lightning. Dribbling the ball, he steered it towards the hoop. The men chased him but his speed and strength were unrivaled. His taller height and magnificent physique gave him an advantage over others.

Instead of throwing the ball into the hoop, he hurled it in her direction. Not a moment later, a shriek reverberated in the air. 

“Fuck,” Dustin cursed and covered his face. The ball had hit him right in his face. His broken glasses fell to the ground, shattering into tiny pieces. 

Sienna’s eyes widened in shock. She was caught by surprise. It took her a moment to process what had just happened.   

“Shit. Are you alright?” she asked him as she watched him in concern.

“Yes, I am fine. My glasses,” he crouched and picked the broken parts of his glasses. 

“They broke,” Dustin sighed out as he examined his broken glasses. Sienna crouched as well.

“You sho..”  

“Your eyes broke,” A mocking voice cut Sienna short. The remark was followed by a roar of laughter. 

They both looked up and found the Alpha Prince towering over them along with his stooges. He was looking down at them with a smug smirk while spinning the ball on his one finger. Sienna was so tempted to slap that damn smirk off his face.           

Azriel arched a brow at her when he saw the defiance flaring in her eyes. Sienna begrudgingly dropped her gaze and focused on Dustin.  

“Let me take you to the dispensary,” Sienna held Dustin's shoulder and offered. 

Azriel clenched his jaw. The amusement in his eyes had long vanished. Her concern for him wasn’t settling well with him. 

“Wolves can heal fast unlike you, runt,” Azriel gritted out harshly. His eyes refused to move from her damn hand that was currently sprawled on his fucking shoulder. He will break his shoulder. 

Sienna ignored his harsh comment and looked at Dustin with concern. 

“I’ll be fine,” he answered her unasked question. Azriel rolled his eyes. What the fuck she was so concerned about. He had just hit him in the face. No biggie. 

“Okay,” Sienna replied though, unconvinced, and finally took her hand off him. It is only then Azriel felt a little better. But the insecurities had already taken root. 

Dustin and Sienna got to their feet and were about to turn when Azriel’s comment stopped them. 

“So desperate for a boyfriend. Pathetic,” he spat contemptuously. A sharp pain pierced through her heart when his words sank in. He thinks this low of her? She was nonplussed. 

Her gaze shifted to Dustin. A weight settled over her heart as she wondered what he must be thinking of her. Dustin, however, did away with her concern by flashing her a warm smile and nodding his head in assurance.   

They left without replying to his rude remark. Azriel, still spinning the ball on his finger, watched her retreating back with repressed irritation.

Sienna was walking towards her next class when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dark room. Before she could scream, a hand clamped down over her mouth. Her eyes widened in pure terror as the attacker pushed her front against the wall with his own body. She felt restless as a muscular body continued to press against her.