Semua Bab The Alpha's Angel Mate: Bab 41 - Bab 50

---Divina---  “Good morning, beautiful.” Warrick wakes me up with gentle kisses along my neck. Sometime during the night, I had shifted to laying on my side and he was snuggled up against my back. His larger body enveloping my own.   “Mmm. Good morning. How did you sleep?” I ask him, while rolling to my back and stretching my arms over my head.  “Good. It's been a while since I have slept so hard,” he answers honestly and kisses me on the forehead. 

---Warrick--- My body is exhausted, but my mind is wide awake. I have been laying here for almost an hour just holding Divina as she sleeps. I am still in a bit of shock that we are fully mated.  The bond singing along the tethers that link us tells me that it is strong. I enjoyed sex before, but I had no idea how incredible it could actually be. Sex with my mate all but obliterated any other experience I have ever had.  I am curious about what our marks look like, but don’t want to disturb her sleep and I am content to lay here for awhile longer. Soon, I feel Divina start to stir in her sleep, and she sits up bleary eyed and pushes her messy hair from her face. She looks absolutely gorgeous in her mussed state and I am tempted to take her on a ride for round two, but I am worried she is sore. My eyes look over her naked body hungrily until I see bruises in the shape of my fingers on her hips. I was not as gentle as she needed me to be and a pang of guilt s

---Michael---  I stare at the marks I have etched into the stone wall in my small cell. I have been stuck here for over a year. The demons mocked me by putting me in a cell that is open to the world above. If I could fly, I could escape but they ripped my wings from me when I was caught and put me in this cell to rot. I miss my wife and our daughter and hope to God they don’t think I skipped out on them. I kept what I was from them, thinking I would share when the time was right, but it never came, and now, I may not get the chance.   They keep me in a half-starved state, so I am too weak to fight back. I can’t die, but sometimes I think I want to. Tho

“We’re here,” Brandon says. He parks the SUV in front of a rectangular brick building that has seen better days. Pretty much a typical look for every bowling alley I have ever seen. The cracks in the parking lot have grass growing up from them and there is pieces of trash up against the side of the building that the wind blew in. It is dim on the inside with the lanes illuminated and the pins spot lighted. It smells of greasy food and smelly bowling shoes. We pay for our shoes and head over to an open lane and set our game up. We decide to go in alphabetical order and Warrick has to go last, so he goes to the concession to buy us all drinks and a hamburger with fries.   Brandon goes first and knocks down all but two of h

I am sitting on the large ledge of my window seat, staring out at the evening sky. I just finished packing for our trip to Mexico where we are staying at an all-inclusive resort and am letting my mind wonder.  We leave tomorrow morning and will be gone for a week. I am looking forward to it but am also troubled. Over these last 2 weeks I have woke up screaming 3 more times with horrific injuries to my body. I have witnessed and felt that man be tortured over and over, and it kills me that I have no idea how to save him. I have no clue where he is even being held. Each time he is tortured, I have felt a drain on my energy prior to it so when I feel it, I am terrified to fall asleep.    Warrick has been wonderful during these times, but I also know he is getting increasingly worried. My last inju