Angel Dust And Alastor Novels & Stories

Dustin looks at me before turning back to Angel. “Angel. It fits. I’m Dustin, obviously.” She nods her head at him. He goes to put the tray down on her lap. Oh, hell no! He’s not getting anywhere near my mate when she’s not wearing anything under that blanket. My growl stops him short, and I grab the tray from him. "Clothes Dustin, and another tray for me.” “Yes Alpha.” He says before leaving. I turn back to my little mate, and damn is she small. I’m seriously hoping the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake choosing her for me. How can this little girl be my mate? Although, she has survived being a vampire’s blood bag, so she’s got resilience.

He flailed his hands, released a thick cloud of darkness before he hastened closer to us and his hell-goons followed his lead. “Angeline, run.” Letting go off me, Grant yelled, then shifted. Stormy stood in front of me, taking a a protective stance. Was he out of his mind? Like hell I would run! As one of the demons advanced towards me, Stormy pounced on him with incredible speed, pinning the fire-spitting beast to the ground. “Cal! Dora!” I called my wolves as Elijah appeared a few steps in front of me. Did he teleport or was he that fast?

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.