Slave To The Archangel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

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

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

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?!"

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

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