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I dragged my feet as I headed for the bathroom. Azrael was still deeply asleep after my heat ended yesterday. The thickness of our pheromones dancing in the room because we were dominant genders would take a few days to clear out before I could bring home the baby and allow Ida to resume work.

Until then, it was just me and Azrael.

I put on the lights and stepped up to the sink with droopy eyes. It took a while but after I watched my face and the drowsiness disappeared; My reflection baffled me.

I screamed.

I was covered with bite marks, hickeys, blood and finger marks. There were so many traces on my body of the last few days I prayed the obvious ones would clear.

I looked at my thigh, and Azrael’s fingerprints were loud and proud. Then I heard him burst into laughter at the other side of the door.

“Kid it’s not that bad.” Azrael said like he had every idea why I screamed.

I slammed the bathroom door open, and he was lying there, comfortably on the bed with faint marks on his body th