As soon as Azraiel heard the crash, he moved away from Katya and turned towards the window, but then Ayleen dropped the water she brought for Katya…He was about to walk toward Ayleen when he saw the horror painted on her face and heard the words coming out of her mouth…
“Charlotte…! Your eyes…!”
Both Katya and Azraiel were now looking at Charlotte in shock. She was sitting on the sofa, looking at Ayleen….but her eyes….they weren’t black….
No…
The first color that Azraiel saw was gold and his first thought was that her wolf was pushing through….which is unusual since it happens only after the shift, but he had long ago given up on anything being usual with his mate…
But then he saw the other two colors…. And his breath got stuck in his throat.
Both of her irises were golden yellow…bright like sunlight, but the color changed in both her eyes as it moved towards the pupil….her le
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Azraiel was sitting beside Charlotte while she lay unconscious on the bed in his guest room. He has been sitting there holding her hand since she passed out.She’d be living here from now on….He nodded to himself. There is no way that he’ll let her live alone…, especially after what happened a few minutes ago…!She is too dangerous…for others as well as herself...!He stares at her continuously…. without blinking…as if she’d disappear if he blinks. A soaring pain pierces his heart every time he thinks of her not being there. He doesn’t care if she’s not with him. He just wants her to live…peacefully…happily...!“Azraiel…Katya wants to talk to you…I’ll sit there with Charlotte!” His sister’s voice is quiet through the mindlink.With a sigh, he places a gentle kiss on his mate’s forehead and quietly leaves the room.
Katya broke the silence… “You mentioned Charlotte has been tracked by the H.O.P.E. mission almost all her life…” She gave him a look that Azraiel understood very well. “After...you know what happened with Ayleen….I wouldn’t put it past them to do an experiment on Charlotte...It’s highly possible that she was already a supernatural…and they tried to make her a hybrid…and in the process of doing so, they screwed up…” Azraiel considered what she was saying. It was possible…very very possible…but far more dangerous… “We don’t have many options, Azraiel…We need to confirm if there were any experiments done on her….and if they were, we need a person who can tell us what they intended to do with her…What we saw today, it could very well turn into something life-threatening and dangerous, both for her and the people around her.” Azraiel nodded and pulled out a file from the drawer on his table. He passed it to Katya. “Here! This file has every i
Charlotte groaned as she shifted her body. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a white ceiling that was completely in contrast with the dark brown wood of her cottage. With furrowed brows, she turned in the bed….and then something clicked. Azraiel’s house… Shit…she is in Azraiel’s house…. “How are you feeling?” Charlotte jumped in surprise as Ayleen’s voice startled her. She was sitting on the left side of the bed. “I….I am fine...but...tired?” Charlotte muttered in a low voice, confused as well as exhausted. “What happened...? Why am I here?” She asked Ayleen. Did she pass out? Ayleen opened her mouth to say answer her question but at that moment the door of the room flew open and Azraiel rushed in ….only pausing and breathing once he roamed his eyes all over her. Why the hell is he looking at me like that? Charlotte was becoming more and more confused. “Ayleen…” Azraiel
“Charlotte…relax!” Azraiel takes her hand in his, engulfing it between both of his palms. “It’s okay…you didn’t hurt Katya intentionally…and she is fine…” he tells her softly. Charlotte just looks at him like he is speaking in a foreign language. How the hell can she relax knowing that she has hurt someone…. What’s worse is that she has no clue why she did that…. Yes you do..! Her wolf speaks up. No…I don’t… Charlotte stubbornly refuses to believe anything unless Azraiel himself says it all. Sure, she knows she felt angry when she saw them so close, hugging each other….but she doesn’t want to come off as a fool by assuming it all by herself. May be its all in her head and Azraiel doesn’t feel the same..! “Is she really okay?” Charlotte asks him in a small voice, unable to say more because of the heat radiating from him. Why the hell is it so hot in here? She shifts in the bed slightly….and Azra
Azraiel was nervous as hell. He is finally going to tell Charlotte that they are mates. How the hell will she react...? Does she already suspect it…? They are about to reach her cottage when he finally pays attention to the figure sitting on her home’s steps. His last conversation with his Gamma flashes in his mind and his jaw clenches instantly. “Theo…?” He calls him out in a low voice, aware that he sounded angry and probably looked the part too. “Alpha...!” Theo bows down his head and greets him… Okay….Azraiel thinks to himself…He isn’t being rude but why the hell is he here when he clearly knows that he wouldn’t be taking her training sessions today. Azraiel continues to stare at him with narrowed eyes…and then mindlinks him. “Theo..! Leave…now…!” “I will…but there’s something that you should know… Our warriors saw strange wolves today…around an hour ago…, around the border…”
“You are mine, Charlotte….and I am yours…!”Charlotte could feel the tears prick her eyes as Azraiel uttered those words that she has been dying to hear. She has someone to call hers…just hers…like she has always wanted. Her person…Hers….“You mean…we are…we are…?” She asks shakily, still unable to believe her ears. The man she has worried about having feelings for….is saying that he is hers…!“Yes...yes…yes, love…we are mates…!” He kisses her hands again and this time she can’t resist. She closes her eyes with a sigh of relief and lets the tears fall down.We are mates…“Charlotte…why…Oh God...did you not want it to be? Why are you crying?” She could sense the panic in his voice as he gently lifts her head by holding her chin and wipes the tears fr
---------------------------------------------------------- You can kiss me in the moonlight.. On the rooftop under the sky, or You can kiss me with the windows open While the rain comes pouring inside Kiss me in sweet slow motion Let’s let everything slide You got me floating, you got me flying…! “This Kiss” by Faith Hill. ---------------------------------------------------------- Charlotte feels hot…bloody hot. Azraiel’s hands are on her body…everywhere…His hands roam from the back of her head, tangled in her hair to lazily drag down her back…His hands can’t stand still…. his fingers leave a fire blazing wherever they touch…. His tongue entangled with hers…their lips never leaving each other….hands, as if physically in pain at the thought of not touching each other…. He tastes like coffee….and smells like a forest after rain…she thinks to herself.
By the time Azraiel and Charlotte come out of the cottage, it’s already evening. They walk down towards Azraiel’s house, him carrying a bag with all her clothes and she carrying a small bag pack with her books and journals. These are the only things she used and needed anyway. As soon as they reach his house, they don’t have to knock on the door because Ayleen is already out there waiting for them. Her face splits into a wide smile as soon as she sees them. Charlotte barely has the time to smile back before she is engulfed in a hug. “Oh my god…oh my god…He told you…!” Ayleen shrieks loudly in her ear, making Charlotte wince and laugh at the same time. She hugs her back and squeezes her eyes shut. A sister… “He did…” She says as she breaks the hug and holds Ayleen’s hands. The young woman just beams at her and starts dragging her inside the house. Charlotte tilts her head to see Azraiel look at her with a small smile. Ayleen im
The silence that followed Daniel’s call was as thick as fog. Everyone sat in contemplative unease, their thoughts spiraling into the abyss of uncertainties. Silver flames had been sighted 22 years ago—just a year after the devastating fire at the king’s palace, the same fire that claimed the lives of the werewolf royalty. Could these two events be connected? The implications of such a connection were as vast as they were terrifying.Azraiel’s drawing room felt heavier than ever, the weight of worry and exhaustion palpable in the air. Kira shifted uncomfortably, her gaze moving to the grandfather clock ticking loudly in the corner. Every second seemed to stretch into eternity.Suddenly, the sound of a door creaking open broke the tension. Everyone’s heads snapped toward the staircase, alert and apprehensive.Theo and Matt bolted to their feet, rushing up the stairs.“Azraiel?” Theo’s voice carried a mix of relief and worry as he spotted the Alpha slowly descending the stairs.Azraiel w
The weight of responsibility bore down on Daniel as he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face with calloused hands. The room around him was dimly lit, with the flickering glow of a solitary desk lamp casting long shadows against the walls. The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound accompanying his tumultuous thoughts.He had just returned to his office after a grueling day spent ensuring the security of the forest surrounding the Blue Orchid pack. Every minute had been a whirlwind of meetings, coordination, and checks, with one goal in mind: to eliminate any potential threats before the ball. The gathering of so many Alphas and Lunas in one place was a political and logistical nightmare. It was a powder keg waiting for a spark.And now this.The phone call from Caitlyn had left him shaken. He stared blankly at the pile of papers on his desk, unable to focus on any of it. The words "silver flames" echoed in his mind, each syllable slicing through his thoughts like a blade.
Aunt Caitlyn sat on the plush sofa in Azraiel’s drawing room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The rich, dark wood of the furniture glinted faintly under the muted glow of the overhead chandelier, and the scent of pinewood from the hearth lingered in the air. She had rushed over in her nightclothes, barely taking the time to throw a coat over her shoulders when Ayleen’s desperate call came.The sound of Ayleen’s sobs still echoed in her ears, and Caitlyn’s heart clenched at the memory. The young woman had flung herself into her arms the moment she stepped through the door, her body trembling with unspoken fears.Now, as she sat in the center of the tension-filled room, Caitlyn couldn’t help but notice how heavy the atmosphere was. Matt and Theo stood to the side, their postures rigid, their expressions grim. Siobhan sat beside Ayleen on the loveseat, murmuring soft reassurances while rubbing her back gently. Ayleen, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, leaned her head against Siobhan
The moonlight cast a faint, silvery glow on the forest path leading to Alana’s house, illuminating the route just enough for Kira to navigate without stumbling. Her boots crunched softly against the dirt, the sound oddly loud in the stillness of the night. She glanced up at the looming trees, their dark branches intertwining above her to form a canopy that swallowed most of the moonlight. It felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. Alana’s house came into view, a small structure perched on the edge of the pack’s territory. Its isolation was deliberate—an unspoken acknowledgment of the unease the pack felt around the witch. Even as she approached, Kira couldn’t help but feel the weight of its placement. It wasn’t just physical distance that separated Alana from the others; it was a barrier of mistrust and fear. Kira slowed her steps, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her thigh. She didn’t expect trouble, but being cautious never hurt. The
Katya tossed aside another of her mother’s journals, letting it fall to the floor with a defeated sigh. The thick stack of ancient leather-bound books was strewn across the room, each one filled with spells, enchantments, and writings about flames of every imaginable color—blue, black, green, even a rare purple. But nowhere, not a single line, had mentioned the mysterious silver flame. It felt as though the answers she sought were just beyond reach, buried beneath years of her mother’s guarded knowledge.Katya rubbed her temples, feeling a growing frustration behind her eyes as she got up from the floor, carefully stepping over a couple of loose pages that had scattered during her search. She wandered into the kitchen, her bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor, where the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the wall clock punctuated the otherwise heavy silence of the night. She reached for the coffee pot, her hands moving almost mechanically, measuring out the coffee grou
For the next two hours, various tests were conducted on Charlotte to determine the cause of her condition. They wanted to be certain that she was physically fine before drawing any conclusions. Some of the test results came back normal, and now they were awaiting the others.Dr. Humphrey had checked Charlotte’s vitals earlier—her pulse, heartbeat, blood pressure, and brain activity were all normal. Yet, despite these signs of life, Charlotte remained unconscious, as though trapped in a deep slumber. Azraiel lay beside her, his body healing slowly from the burns, but his heart was heavy with worry. The others had left the room to give them space, gathering downstairs in the hall.Katya had left the house altogether, determined to search her mother’s books and journals for anything related to the mysterious silver fire and its effects. Ayleen, who had been inconsolable earlier, reluctantly joined the others after Dr. Humphrey insisted they needed the room to monitor both Charlotte and A
Azraiel’s scream tore through the night as the silver flames licked at his skin, searing his flesh. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt—blinding, all-consuming—but he pushed through it. His grip tightened around Charlotte’s limp body as he lifted her into his arms, ignoring the fire that burned him down to his core. Every breath was a struggle, coming in short, agonized puffs as the heat smothered him, but he refused to let go.He summoned his true-blooded wolf, the primal strength buried deep within him, and let out a howl of pain and anguish that echoed through the walls. The wolf took over, guiding him with a singular focus—protect Charlotte. His feet moved on instinct as he hurried into the room, the flames still biting at his skin, and laid her carefully on their bed.As soon as her body touched the bed, Azraiel collapsed, his knees buckling under the unbearable pain. He hit the floor with a thud, the flames finally retreating, but leaving him scorched, his body covered
Azraiel felt her pain before he heard her voice. The intensity of the headache that slammed through the mindlink sent a sharp jolt of panic through his entire body. He was at the pack border, inspecting the security for Charlotte’s introductory ball with Kira, Matt, and Katya, when it hit him like a physical blow. The agony was overwhelming, and it wasn’t just his own—he could feel Charlotte’s fear pulsing through their bond.Without a word, Azraiel spun on his heels and sprinted towards her, his heart racing with dread. He knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, and he couldn't waste another second. Behind him, Matt, Kira, and Katya followed, their footsteps pounding through the woods as they tried to keep up with his pace.Matt’s voice cut through the rush of wind and trees as they ran. “Charlotte left the banquet hall a few hours ago. Ayleen left for home not long after. They must be at your place.”Azraiel heard him, but he couldn’t respond. His mind was racing too fast, his hear
Charlotte stood on the balcony, her arms wrapped around her middle, deep in thought as the cool night air played with the loose strands of her hair. Below her, the maze in the garden glowed with a soft golden hue. Yellow-golden fairy lights had been draped intricately along the maze's borders, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the neatly trimmed hedges. The lights flickered gently in the breeze, their glow stretching out like long fingers that traced across the stone walls of the estate, spilling golden shadows across her face. Her reflection caught in the glass door behind her, her expression drawn, her lips pressed into a thin line of unease.Azraiel had taken charge of the preparations for her ball—her introductory event. As usual, he was meticulous, ensuring every detail was perfect. Charlotte had been busy too, focusing on the decorations and arrangements, but her mind was not with the party. Hours ago, something had happened, something that had shaken her in ways she cou