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Chapter 12
Alyssa
"I'm not wearing that thing!" I shout, not even caring that people can hear us from outside Azrael's office.
Azreal is grinning at me, winking while holding up a rather revealing maid outfit. It's low-cut, black and white, with cat ears, and oh-my-god, there is even a tail!
"But I specially bought this one for you!" Azrael is pouting at me, looking innocent even though I can recognize that glint in his eye. This man is purely dangerous.
And I hate how attractive I find him!
I'm not in love with Azrael yet, but my attraction towards him has developed into a full-time crush. The truth is, part of me would gladly jump into the sexy suit he is presenting to me, but I know he is only joking around. I don't think Azrael is interested in having something physical with me, and since I'm a virgin, I would probably pass out if he ever attempted to seduce me soberly.
"And I am not wearing it!" I exclaim.
Azrael sighs. "There goes my fanta
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Slave To The Archangel Chapter 13
SleepySmile, wink, sip, and don't think; these have been my rules for what feels like an eternity.Thinking about the past is painful; therefore, I've spent the last pathetic three years of my life drinking and partying like the cowardly prince that I was born as.Oberon.Fuck. My name doesn't fit me at all. Sleepy is what my friends call me by, and yes, ever since a random monster appeared from a random portal and annihilated my entire family, I have started to see the other fairies as my friends and family.We all have lived inside a hotel room for three years, partying and doing non-fairy stuff, like smoking weed and shrinking hookers, but things are about to change. My calling is here, and I can tell my fellow fairy people are excited to see me brimming with energy again. Indeed, they would support me if I chose to drink away my life, but they seem to prefer seeing actual life back inside my eyes.And it all began with her, a woman, of
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AlyssaI'm nervous. The need to impress Azrael and make him mine tonight is threatening to overwhelm me, drown my senses. What if my inexperience will scare him away?My stomach is in knots. Azrael is holding me in his strong arms while his hot lips are pressing against mine. Soon I feel his hands saunter further south, slowly dragging down my zipper hoodie over my shoulders. It drops down to my feet, and I sharply inhale. An angel kissing someone who isn't their mate is rare, but undressing them? Unheard of."You're beautiful, and your skin is so soft," Azrael murmurs.As if dancing, he gracefully moves us to his desk by steering me with his arms around me. His belt is quickly removed, and I pull away from his lips the same time he sits down in his chair. Hesitation is circling my mind as I look into his eyes. The moonlight illuminates his room, bringing out the shades of violet in his eyes. His broad shoulders are looking taut under his clothes, and the
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Alyssa My heart is an ocean, turbulent and wild. The waves are high and strong and crashing against me every minute Azrael stares into the depth of my soul with his beautiful violet eyes. I'm in his lap, about to let him slide into me right when there is a loud knock on the door. At first, Azrael tries to ignore it, but the second and the third knock got us both glaring at the door. I want to sleep with Azrael more than anything, but whoever is out there needs something, and they seem rather adamant about it; maybe something has happened? "Azrael, are you in there?!" Darla is on the other side of the door, frantically slamming her fists into it. She sounds like she is close to experiencing a panic attack. "Sleepy is back, and he brought an injured werewolf! He claims the werewolf knows Alyssa!" Azrael's eyes find mine with lightning speed, and we both stare at each other with emotion-filled eyes before I quickly slide down onto the floor in a rumbled
Slave To The Archangel Chapter 16
AlyssaIt feels like my heart is shattering repeatedly and turning into mere shards of its former self. I'm sniffling in my bed, leaning against the wall with dull eyes while Sleepy is sitting next to me. The tall fairy is staring at his naked feet, playing with his toes while saying nothing."It hurts," I tell him.The fairy sighs and leans his chin against his knees. His arms are hugging his leg. "Of course it does,"I laugh at his honesty, despite the sharp, excruciating pain trying to kill me from within. "You're supposed to say something comforting!"His mouth twitch, and one of his fingers touch his lips as he turns his attention to me. "Like what? Do you want me to state the obvious and tell you Azrael is a dick, because please, I knew it from the beginning!"Shockingly, I laugh out loud at that, snorting and everything. Tears sprout from my eyes, and my lips curl high up on my face. "What's with you two and your constant war?!"
Slave To The Archangel Chapter 17
AlyssaWhen my eyes fly open, I have this peculiar awareness that I'm fast asleep in my bed, and yet, this "maze" dream is already so unlike every other that I've experienced.The sky is clearing up above me, clouds are withdrawing with a rumble, and as I look down, I startle backward upon seeing my mother smiling at me. The maze entrance is behind her, and green grass is caressing her naked legs under her dress."M-Mother..." My voice is a hoarse whisper.My mother's blonde hair is flowing around her head, and her lips are painted dauntingly red by her favorite lipstick. She is as beautiful as a painting, elegant and delicate with thin arms held behind her back. The maze is waiting behind her, but this time she isn't leading me somewhere but smiling straight at me.Strange, in my earlier dreams, everything seemed shady and dark. I couldn't make out objects, but this feels like having awakened inside another world.Tentatively, I tip towards
Slave To The Archangel Chapter 18
Alyssa Eating breakfast isn't the same the following day. As I slump down the stairs, I can already smell Maze and hear her laughter reverberating through the air. Maze is Azrael's mate, and yet I'm green with envy seeing them together when I walk into the shared kitchen. Maze is talking while sitting on top of the table, dangling her legs. Azrael must have tended to the wound on her foot. He is still holding her foot between his palms, absentmindedly touching the bandaid that wasn't there the last time I saw Maze. "Mhm," Maze must have replied to something Azrael said before I walked into the kitchen. The couple still hasn't even noticed me pouring milk into a cereal bowl. "I've been traveling the world together with Alyssa's grandma for years; we have been everywhere-..." "You traveled with my grandma?" I interrupt and catch the attention of Maze straight away. At first, Maze blinks as if not recognizing me, but then a slow smile spread over
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Azrael I think I'm dying on the inside. Yesterday I wanted nothing else than to run into Alyssa's room. But, unfortunately, I'm disoriented by the mate-bond pulling tightly around my neck like a leash, entirely unable to fight against it. Am I weak for not being able to resist the mate-bond? How do people fight this sharp bone-deep instinct, this primitive need to be with their mate? "Why are you looking out through the window?" Maze demands from the table. We are inside the kitchen. I came here to eat together with Alyssa, and Maze followed me. "You should be spending time with me... I'm injured, and my foot needs a bandaid," I sigh. "I need a moment," Maze has been following me like a shadow ever since she arrived, and I get it, we are mates, but I still haven't accepted her. Honestly, my heart belongs to Alyssa. It makes no absolute sense, an angel should want to be with their mate, but the fact that Alyssa is still
Slave To The Archangel Chapter 20
Alyssa I'm cleaning the table with a yellow rag in my hand and trying my hardest to ignore Maze glaring at me in between pretending to read her book. The werewolf was never into books before, but I get the feeling she is trying to act intellectual in front of Azrael. Maze is wearing a lowcut black dress with a large bust and pressing her colossal breast towards her dolled-up face every time she thinks Azrael might walk into the shared kitchen. Her brown hair is flowing behind her, flattering her sunkissed skin and glittering lips. She is pretty with legs for days, and I watch her flip back her hair and throw it over her shoulder with a sidelong glance. "What are you staring at?" She glares at me with burning eyes, and I grimace as I continue cleaning the table. Maze doesn't seem one bit interested in catching up with me. "I'm curious about you," I tell her honestly as I lean forward to claw at one spot. But, unfortunately, there is a stubborn crumb th
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