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20: A Test

Azrael's POV By the time I returned from the run, the edge had dulled, but the restlessness lingered under my skin. I went straight to the shower, turned the water as hot as it would go, and stood beneath it until the heat burned the last of the wildness out of me.After the shower, I stepped out, feeling a bit better. I was still damp, with a towel tied low on my hips, and steam still clinging to my skin.Suddenly, a familiar and invasive scent hit me. I turned and saw her.Kiara Rathore.She sat on my bed like she belonged there, one leg crossed over the other, wearing a flimsy silk nightgown that did not do much to cover her up. The lamplight caught the smooth line of her shoulders as she slowly turned her head toward me.Irritation flared like a live wire through me. My pulse quickened with annoyance, but I forced myself to stay composed.“I’ve told you before,” I said, my tone cold as I reached for a shirt, “my room is off limits to you. And you should respect that now that I’m

21: I Apologize

Azrael's POV Abel and Briar both froze when they saw us, then turned to leave just as quickly. Kiara got up, already arranging her face into something composed.“Out now.”I said, not bothering to look at her properly. I gestured toward the door with a flick of my fingers, as if she were nothing more than an interruption. Kiara’s mouth parted, disbelief flashing across her face. “Azrael—”“I wasn’t unclear.” My voice cut through hers, sharp and final. I met her eyes then, letting her see how little patience I had left. “Leave.”The word landed like a slap. Her posture tightened, and for a moment her composure cracked. I caught a flash of anger, hurt, or something, before she smoothed it away behind a brittle smile.Without another word, she brushed past Briar, their shoulders nearly touching, and disappeared down the hall.I turned my attention to Briar as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “Come in.”I reached for a glass of bourbon on the table, but she didn’t move rig

21B: Lemme Make it up to You

Azrael's POV Instantly, I peeled off her clothes, leaving her bare except for those lace panties that I knew I'd rip away soon enough.I stepped closer, towering over her. My hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in just hard enough to leave faint marks. Marks that would remind her of me.I dropped to my knees between her legs, the carpet rough against my skin, but I didn't care. I was owning her pleasure like it was my right. My hands slid up her thighs, parting them wider, exposing the damp spot on her panties. She was already wet for me, her arousal seeping through the fabric, and a surge of dark satisfaction twisted in my gut. “Look at you, dripping like this just from my voice,” I said, my tone laced with that mocking edge.My fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and I yanked them down roughly, tossing them aside to reveal her bare and swollen pussy. It was glistening, with the clit peeking out like it was begging for my mouth. I inhaled her scent, musky and sw

22: A Way To Calm You Down

Briar's POV My nerves were stretched thin, every breath feeling too shallow, every heartbeat too loud in my ears. I couldn’t stop the tremor in my hands or the way my stomach kept tightening in slow, uneasy knots.Why?In a short while, I would be standing before the council. I didn’t know how they would judge me, what standards they would hold me to, or whether they would see me as worthy of standing beside Azrael at all. The uncertainty gnawed at me, sharp and relentless, making me feel small in a place where weakness would be noticed immediately.I kept my hands folded in my lap so Azrael wouldn’t see them shaking. “I don’t know how the council’s going to appraise me,” I muttered, mostly to myself, eyes fixed on the rug instead of him.“They are not appraising you,” Azrael said, leaning back on the couch, his posture deceptively relaxed as he watched me. “They are meeting their queen. Nothing more.”Queen. The word hit harder than I expected, settling in my chest like a weight

23: Bow to your Queen

23Briar's POV By the time we reached the council room, more than thirty minutes had passed, yet my nerves felt like they had only tightened with every step. I walked beside Azrael, painfully aware of how small I felt as the elders lined the hall, their gazes following my every movement as we passed between them toward the thrones.My hands trembled despite my effort to steady them. I kept my chin up, my steps measured, but anxiety churned low in my stomach. I could feel them assessing me already, weighing me in silence.When we finally reached the thrones and sat, I exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.Azrael leaned back with infuriating ease, one arm resting casually as though this were nothing more than a routine gathering.“Pay your respects to your queen.”The words echoed, sharp and commanding. But the elders did not move. Instead, they exchanged looks with one another, and my heart stuttered. The silence stretched, thick enough to choke on, until one of them step

24: A Way Out

The elders sat in a tight semicircle, their collective displeasure thickening the air. The room felt heavy with judgment.Faces hardened into masks of disapproval. Thin mouths pressed tighter with every second that passed. Their eyes shifted from one to another.“A random girl?” one of them said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the tension.“Out of all the women in Fangshire, he chooses the one without a wolf.”Another elder leaned forward, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “I can’t believe what he's doing,” he muttered, shaking his head.A ripple of low murmurs followed, carrying the same edge of disdain.Since Briar had been presented to them, the elders’ frustration only deepened. What should have been a moment of celebration now sat in their chests like a bitter taste.For years, they had searched for Azrael’s weakness. Some crack in the armor that made him untouchable. A flaw, a vice, an attachment they could twist into obedience. But every attempt had failed.Pressure had on

25: A Murder Attempt

Briar's POV I woke with a sharp gasp, my heart slamming so hard against my ribs it hurt. My sheets were twisted around my legs, damp with sweat, my chest rising and falling too fast, no matter how hard I tried to slow it down.Something had chased me out of sleep. I knew that much. Fear clung to me, thick and suffocating, but when I reached for the dream, there was nothing there. Just fragments of terror without images. No faces. No words. Only the certainty that whatever I had seen had been meant to break me.The door flew open.“My lady?” Angel rushed in, her voice tight with alarm as she crossed the room in quick strides. “What happened?”I swallowed hard and forced myself upright, pressing a hand to my chest. My pulse was still racing beneath my skin.“I—I had a nightmare,” I said. My voice sounded thinner than I wanted it to. “I can’t remember it. I just… woke up scared.”She studied me closely, eyes searching my face as if expecting to see blood or madness staring back at her.

26: Not Capable of Love

Azrael's POV Most of the palace was awake now because of the intrusion. Footsteps echoed in the corridors, doors opened, closed. Voices dropped when I passed and rose again when I was gone.Someone had attacked Briar.The thought stayed with me, thrumming like a pulse I couldn’t silence.I stood beside her bed, hands clasped behind my back, the pressure of my own grip grounding me. My jaw was locked so tight it ached. The muscle beneath my eye kept twitching, betraying what the rest of me refused to show.The healer worked quietly. She checked Briar’s pulse, her breathing, the faint rise of her chest. I watched without blinking, my gaze following every shift of her hand, every sound of cloth or metal.My lungs burned from holding the breath I hadn’t realized I was keeping.I forced my fingers to stay still behind my back. The urge to lash out pressed against my ribs like a living thing. It wanted out.But I didn’t move.I just stood there. Watching. Breathing through clenched teeth.

27: We'll be Together.

Briar's POV “I—I’m so sorry, My Lady,” Angel stammered, her voice shaking with guilt as she stood beside my bed. Her hands twisted together, knuckles white.“I shouldn’t have left your side. I should’ve been there when it happened…”I forced a small, reassuring smile, even though the knot of unease in my chest hadn’t loosened since I woke. “It’s fine, Angel. Really. I’m okay now.”My fingers brushed the faint bruises along my neck, the skin still tender beneath the touch. “Apart from these, I’m fine.”Her eyes widened, guilt flooding her face, her mouth parting with words she didn’t know how to say.But before she could, the door opened, and Azrael stepped inside.Angel stiffened the moment Azrael entered, her spine going rigid as though his very presence demanded it. She dropped into a quick bow and backed away, muttering something that might have been an excuse before slipping out of the room entirely. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving only silence and him.The air seeme

28: The Ghost of Briar

Aaron's POVRoxie's naked body was straddling me. Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, her breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips. She was riding me hard, sliding up and down my length with the precision of someone who knew exactly how to work a man. I should have been lost in it. Hell, my body was responding on autopilot, hips thrusting up to meet her, the wet slap of our flesh echoing in the quiet apartment. But my mind? It was a thousand miles away, tangled in thoughts I had no business entertaining.Roxie leaned forward, her hands braced on my chest, nails digging into my skin just enough to sting. “Fuck, Aaron, you feel so good,” she moaned, her voice husky, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She ground down, circling her hips, her clit rubbing against my pubic bone as she took me deeper. I groaned, the sensation pulling a real spark of heat through me. Physically, it was gold. Her walls clenched, milking me, her juices coating my balls as she picked up speed.

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