“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
Charlotte was standing in the balcony to Azraiel’s room. Ayleen had given her grand tour of the house….. and before even seeing every room, she had decided to stay in Azraiel’s room. There is absolutely no reason to stay in separate rooms. She had planned on having a real conversation with Azraiel regarding his behavior. He was behaving as if she’d break if he said what he wanted. She appreciated him giving her space and the freedom to choose in every decision, but her shift was coming near. With only one month left and asbsofuckinglutely no idea if she’d survive or not, she didn’t want to spend these days being cautious. God knows she has spent her whole life like that. All her plans of sorting this shit went out of the window when Azraiel called before dinner to not wait for him. The rouge situation had sent the entire pack in a frenzy and Azraiel had to conduct an emergency meeting in the pack house to warn everyone as well as sooth their worries. They were
It was 4: 30 in the morning on Wednesday. Azraiel was lying in his bed, his head placed on his palm, elbow popped up on the bed. He gazed loving at his mate who was facing him, her body curled up like a fetus. The light yellow light from the bedside lamp cast a shadow on her face, making her look ethereal. She looked at peace… maybe she was. He knew he was….He has been waiting for this day for so long. To be able to wake up beside the person you love is truly a blessing. It fills one’s heart with gratefulness, love, and a sense of assurance.…that there is a person…. Only for you…. Your person….!He smiled as she stirred. Placing a light kiss on her head, he quietly and slowly moved out of the bed. With one last glance at her, he picked up his towel and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Lord knows that after cuddling with her all night, he needs a fucking cold shower..***********
Katya reached the northern border of The Blue Orchid pack with the man she has come to despise over the years. Years ago, Katya had secured the pack with magic and signed a blood pact with Alpha Azraiel to never use magic in his pack without his permission and she had no reason to break the said pact, until now. Both Theo and her have tried for hours to convince Azraiel to let her use magic to figure a few things out, and he finally agreed last night, of course after threatening to make her life hell if anything went wrong. So, here she was, at the northern border with a dozen of his warriors and the insufferable Beta Matt. This was the very place where they found Charlotte a month ago. According to her, the rouges dropped her here but they also found her footprints here, which means she was awake for a brief period, even if she didn’t remember it. Katya was about to perform a spell here. She has gathered the mud from the exact same plac
Matt sighed as he buried his head in his palms. God! When will this end? He had accompanied Katya to the northern border along with a dozen of his warriors. She wanted to cast a spell there to determine how Charlotte ended up here. It was going perfectly for a few minutes. She seemed at ease and normal. They didn’t see any danger. Everything was going fine until… Until she started gasping for air and clutching her neck wildly. Matt had no idea what was happening. He tried to help her but the circle around her prevented him from entering and breaking the spell. It would burn him to ashes if he tried to break the protective shield cast by the circle. He had no idea what to do, so he just mindlinked his Alpha about the situation and he ordered him to wash away the circle with water. Matt did as he was told and it worked! As soon as Matt poured water on th
Horrified that she forgot such an important detail, Charlotte immediately picks up her phone and calls Azraiel.“Are you at the packhouse?” She asks before he could say anything.“Yeah. What’s wrong?” His voice is laced with worry at the panic he sensed in her voice.“I want to talk about something. Can I come there?”“No!” Charlotte is surprised by his answer but she keeps quiet. “I mean I am coming over to the house to pick some papers. Let’s talk at home!” and then he hangs up.Though he didn’t say anything, she knows he is afraid. Afraid that she’d hurt others and then he’d have to hurt her. The packhouse is filled with women and children at this time and if Charlotte has one of her as she likes to call them ‘episodes’, then she might hurt innocent people.She knows that the mate bond is the strongest but she also knows that Azraiel is l
Azraiel took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair in his office at the packhouse. It was 6 in the evening and he had promised Charlotte to introduce her properly to his wolf. He was actually looking forward to this particular meeting until an hour ago. Katya woke up an hour ago and the first thing she did was to meet him. The fear in Katya’s eyes was still fresh in his mind. She looked scared to death and when she narrated what happened during her spell, he became scared too. According to Katya, this has never happened to her before and he for a fact knows that she is a strong witch. He has seen her perform many hard spells with ease and the spell she performed came nowhere near the spells she performed while helping him find Ayleen years ago. If there was any doubt left in his mind, it was wiped off the second he heard how Charlotte behaved with the wolf in Katya’s vision during the spell. It was clear that those wolves who
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