Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

NOELLE The drive home is quiet, the unsettling kind. Blue keeps one hand on the wheel and the other tapping an absent rhythm on her thigh, but her eyes dart to the rearview mirror every few seconds as if she's expecting something to materialize in the backseat.I stare out the window and try to sort through the mess in my head.Cooper.I rub my wrist absently. How the hell am I supposed to handle being his mate? What exactly is he? A werewolf too?Blue glances at me. "You're thinking so loud, I can hear it from here."I force out a small laugh. "Sorry. Just... trying to figure out what Cooper is."She snorts. "Human, obviously. But not just human."She taps the steering wheel. "I sensed witch aura on him. But the rest of him was... clouded. Like someone threw a glamour over it."My stomach tightens. "Could it be a spell masking his identity?""It's possible." She shrugs. "And that glow on your mark when he touched you? That wasn't normal. Not for a human. Not even for most witche

AZREN The moment her knees buckle, I catch her on instinct. Her weight drops into my arms, and I lower her to the floor as gently as I can, her body cradled between my thighs. The kitchen tiles are cold against my bare skin, but I barely feel it. All I feel is her. She's shaking and gasping, her chest heaving like she's drowning. Realization hits right away. My angel is having a panic attack. Was it me? Did I do this? Those are the first set of thoughts that flood my mind. Seeing her struggle to breathe is worse than any possession I've ever endured. I suddenly can't breathe either, my chest compressing painfully. "Noelle. Baby, look at me," I croak, my hands trembling. She claws at her throat like she's trying to rip something out. Small, frantic sounds slip out of her. She's choking on her sobs, each sound stabbing at my heart. I wrap both arms around her, pulling her tight against my chest until there's no space left between us. Her head tucks under my chin, her face p

NOELLE “If the spell locks completely," the witch says, "one person becomes the anchor and the other becomes the puppet.”My breath catches in my throat."A puppet?" I repeat weakly.She nods."The bond would override their instincts, their judgement... and even their desires. They would feel compelled to obey the one holding the stronger side of the bond." Her eyes dart between Azren and me. "It’s not like mind control exactly. But it’s close enough that resisting it becomes nearly impossible."My entire body goes rigid. Chills slide down my spine.Azren's hand settles over mine where it rests on the table."Look at me," he urges, and I force myself to turn towards him.His eyes are steady, dark and furious. But not at me."That won't happen," he says.The certainty in his voice steadies me, even though the fear is still there. Azren lifts his gaze back to the witch."What can we do for now?" he asks.She tilts her head slightly."First question," she says. "Have you mark

NOELLE I stare. And stare. And stare some more. Azren stands near the bedroom door, dressed in a black fitted t-shirt, dark jeans and black boots. His perfect hair is doing that annoyingly attractive messy thing again, as if he just walked out of a shampoo commercial. The sleeves of the shirt cling to his biceps, and my brain very helpfully notices every single muscle flex when he folds his arms. He looks less like a man heading to a campus lecture and more like a luxury watch advertisement model. My throat goes dry. "No," I wince. Azren raises one brow. "Why not?" "This," I say, waving a hand at him. "This whole... situation." He glances down at himself. "You told me to get dressed." "I did not say 'dress like the hottest man alive and cause a campus riot,'" I mutter. He lets out a laugh. "You're exaggerating." I give him a long look, and my eye twitches again. "Yeah…right," I croak. Azren smirks, clearly pleased with himself. Which only makes me more determined.

NOELLE We're halfway down the street when Azren suddenly slows down. His hand tightens around mine so hard it almost hurts. For a second I think he's just distracted. Then his fingers slip from mine. He staggers and drops to one knee, my heart sinking."Azren!"He grips his head with both hands like he's trying to crush his skull between them. I drop beside him instantly, my hands flying to his shoulders."Azren, what's wrong?"His skin is too hot. Sweat beads along his hairline, and his breathing is ragged. He's been like this the whole time. The realization hits me like a slap to the face.He's been sick. And he still spent the afternoon making sure I had the perfect date."You idiot," I whisper tearfully, pulling him into my arms.He leans into me immediately, his forehead pressing against my shoulder like he's too exhausted to hold himself up anymore."Why didn't you tell me?" I whisper, my voice unsteady.He lets out a shaky breath. "We... have to go."My stomach drops