The Alpha's Arranged Mate
Beads of sweat trickled down my brow, my body poised for one final leap, one final surge of energy that would carry me away from this wretched room and the clutches of Azrael who sought to possess me.
But just as victory seemed within reach, Azrael's voice cut through the tension, his words laced with a sinister undertone. "I have restrained myself for far too long, Alyssa," he sneered, his voice echoing in the dimly lit chamber. "But no more. Your resistance only fuels my anger."
My eyes widened with a mix of fear and anger. How could love, if that's what he claimed, manifest in such a twisted manner? I had seen glimpses of Azrael's affection over my time here, but they were entangled with
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