Chapter-33

Author Pov

Ezekiel's eyes fluttered open as he pulled a deep frown over his forehead, for a second he thought he was in heaven especially the moment weird sensation of being secured spread over his body. But a bloodthirsty rogue like him and in heaven, that wasn't possible. Something hit him hard and his hand on its own accord flew to his stomach wanting to feel the excruciating pain that has killed him. He moved his hand and caressed the part where he was stabbed and the poison started from there but he felt nothing.

Absolutely nothing!

Not able to believe that it was still his battered body he again tried to look around with his eyes closed but eventually the whimper of his wolf caught him off guard. Steadily unfolding his shiny yellow eyes he let them meet with the luxurious familiar ceiling. What the fuck was happening? Squinting his eyes he again squeezed his stomach and again he felt nothing only confusion. He was in his room but how? Shouldn't he be in hell? After all, he wasn