Alle Kapitel von My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession : Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

AZREN The witch has yet to show up. So we change our minds about the venue of our next event. Boys’ night starts in the most dignified way possible with Haden chained to a chair, bleeding from every hole, and the three of us cracking open a bottle of century-old whiskey like it’s a casual Saturday. Jake pours three generous glasses, then looks at Haden and pours a fourth… right onto the bastard’s head. “Cheers, you walking corpse,” Jake says cheerfully. Haden sputters, whiskey mixing with blood on his face. “Fuck you.” Cam raises his glass. “To our Alpha finally getting permission from his wife like a responsible adult.” I flip them both off but take the drink anyway. The whiskey burns nicely going down. Mixed with wolfsbane, the burn lingers. For the first twenty minutes, it is almost civilized. We sit in a semi-circle like we are at a business meeting. Then Jake gets bored. “Truth or torture?” he asks, grinning like a maniac. Haden laughs weakly. “You think you can break

NOELLE Applying gloss on my lips by the vanity, I watch my husband move like the weight of the whole world is pressing down on his shoulders. It's Monday morning, and I'm fully dressed for school.He stands in front of the full-length mirror in the closet, sluggishly sliding his black dress shirt over his broad shoulders. The runes on his chest have faded to faint lines, but the exhaustion on his face hasn't. He looks drained and hollowed out. It makes my heart ache.I walk over to him. Without a word, I reach up and start buttoning his shirt for him, my fingers careful and steady. He stops moving, letting me do it. When I reach the top button, he rubs one eye with the back of his hand like a sleepy little boy.I can't help but smile at how adorable that simple action is.We still haven't talked about what happened on the couch yesterday. The way Haden's essence took over. The cruel things he said. The way he grabbed me.I lean up on my toes and kiss him gently, pouring every o

JAKE The drive back to the penthouse is dead silent except for the low hum of the engine and Azren's ragged breathing. He's slumped in the passenger seat like a broken doll, his head lolling against the window. His face is pale and dripping with sweat. Even unconscious, he looks like shit. There are dark circles under his eyes, his lips cracked, his body twitching every few seconds like the pain is still chasing him in his sleep. The faint red glow of the runes under his shirt pulses weakly, as though they're not quite done torturing him. I grip the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turn white. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath, glancing at him again. "You stubborn bastard... look at you." My chest feels like someone's squeezing it. This is my Alpha. The man who's pulled me out of more fires than I can count. The one who's carried the weight of an entire pack on his back even at the cost of his deteriorating mental health. And right now, he looks like a ghost of himsel

DANIKA My heart is racing as I step into my son’s house. It is too quiet. I’d been half asleep when his call came through earlier. He’d been coughing, barely able to breathe. And I panicked. Because I know him. If his condition was bad enough for him to call me, it meant that he feared that he was dying.Behind me, Kaziel closes the door with barely a sound, his powerful frame tense and silent. I can feel the storm building in him even without looking. My strong, steady husband is afraid. I can see it on his face now."I smell blood," he tells me. “A lot of it.”My heart sinks.I don't hesitate. I hurry up the stairs, my pulse thundering in my ears. Old memories flash: a little boy scraping his knees, crying for me, reaching out with tiny arms. But this... this is not a scraped knee.This is my grown son, and whatever is happening is far, far worse.I push the bedroom door open, and the sight before me steals the breath from my lungs.Azren lies curled on the floor beside t

NOELLE The small café is quiet this time of day, tucked away in a corner street. I sit in the corner booth, my fingers wrapped tightly around a cup of untouched coffee that's gone cold. In my bag, hidden like a bomb, is the small obsidian vessel containing ‘Haden's essence.’It feels heavier than it should.Finn slides into the seat across from me, dressed in civilian clothes again. His face is serious, his eyes scanning the room once before settling on me."You have it?" he asks in a low voice.I nod, keeping my expression blank. The last thing I want him to see is how desperate I am."Before I give you anything," I whisper, "I need to know the truth. Will Haden's essence really fix the veil? Or is this just another way for the Corps to sacrifice Azren?"Finn leans forward, his elbows on the table."I swear to you, Noelle. It can work. The essence is powerful enough to seal the fractures if used correctly. But I'm not going to lie to you. My superiors... they don't care about