Alyssa
"I'm not wearing that thing!" I shout, not even caring that people can hear us from outside Azrael's office.
Azreal is grinning at me, winking while holding up a rather revealing maid outfit. It's low-cut, black and white, with cat ears, and oh-my-god, there is even a tail!
"But I specially bought this one for you!" Azrael is pouting at me, looking innocent even though I can recognize that glint in his eye. This man is purely dangerous.
And I hate how attractive I find him!
I'm not in love with Azrael yet, but my attraction towards him has developed into a full-time crush. The truth is, part of me would gladly jump into the sexy suit he is presenting to me, but I know he is only joking around. I don't think Azrael is interested in having something physical with me, and since I'm a virgin, I would probably pass out if he ever attempted to seduce me soberly.
"And I am not wearing it!" I exclaim.
Azrael sighs. "There goes my fanta
SleepySmile, wink, sip, and don't think; these have been my rules for what feels like an eternity.Thinking about the past is painful; therefore, I've spent the last pathetic three years of my life drinking and partying like the cowardly prince that I was born as.Oberon.Fuck. My name doesn't fit me at all. Sleepy is what my friends call me by, and yes, ever since a random monster appeared from a random portal and annihilated my entire family, I have started to see the other fairies as my friends and family.We all have lived inside a hotel room for three years, partying and doing non-fairy stuff, like smoking weed and shrinking hookers, but things are about to change. My calling is here, and I can tell my fellow fairy people are excited to see me brimming with energy again. Indeed, they would support me if I chose to drink away my life, but they seem to prefer seeing actual life back inside my eyes.And it all began with her, a woman, of
AlyssaI'm nervous. The need to impress Azrael and make him mine tonight is threatening to overwhelm me, drown my senses. What if my inexperience will scare him away?My stomach is in knots. Azrael is holding me in his strong arms while his hot lips are pressing against mine. Soon I feel his hands saunter further south, slowly dragging down my zipper hoodie over my shoulders. It drops down to my feet, and I sharply inhale. An angel kissing someone who isn't their mate is rare, but undressing them? Unheard of."You're beautiful, and your skin is so soft," Azrael murmurs.As if dancing, he gracefully moves us to his desk by steering me with his arms around me. His belt is quickly removed, and I pull away from his lips the same time he sits down in his chair. Hesitation is circling my mind as I look into his eyes. The moonlight illuminates his room, bringing out the shades of violet in his eyes. His broad shoulders are looking taut under his clothes, and the
Alyssa My heart is an ocean, turbulent and wild. The waves are high and strong and crashing against me every minute Azrael stares into the depth of my soul with his beautiful violet eyes. I'm in his lap, about to let him slide into me right when there is a loud knock on the door. At first, Azrael tries to ignore it, but the second and the third knock got us both glaring at the door. I want to sleep with Azrael more than anything, but whoever is out there needs something, and they seem rather adamant about it; maybe something has happened? "Azrael, are you in there?!" Darla is on the other side of the door, frantically slamming her fists into it. She sounds like she is close to experiencing a panic attack. "Sleepy is back, and he brought an injured werewolf! He claims the werewolf knows Alyssa!" Azrael's eyes find mine with lightning speed, and we both stare at each other with emotion-filled eyes before I quickly slide down onto the floor in a rumbled
AlyssaIt feels like my heart is shattering repeatedly and turning into mere shards of its former self. I'm sniffling in my bed, leaning against the wall with dull eyes while Sleepy is sitting next to me. The tall fairy is staring at his naked feet, playing with his toes while saying nothing."It hurts," I tell him.The fairy sighs and leans his chin against his knees. His arms are hugging his leg. "Of course it does,"I laugh at his honesty, despite the sharp, excruciating pain trying to kill me from within. "You're supposed to say something comforting!"His mouth twitch, and one of his fingers touch his lips as he turns his attention to me. "Like what? Do you want me to state the obvious and tell you Azrael is a dick, because please, I knew it from the beginning!"Shockingly, I laugh out loud at that, snorting and everything. Tears sprout from my eyes, and my lips curl high up on my face. "What's with you two and your constant war?!"
AlyssaWhen my eyes fly open, I have this peculiar awareness that I'm fast asleep in my bed, and yet, this "maze" dream is already so unlike every other that I've experienced.The sky is clearing up above me, clouds are withdrawing with a rumble, and as I look down, I startle backward upon seeing my mother smiling at me. The maze entrance is behind her, and green grass is caressing her naked legs under her dress."M-Mother..." My voice is a hoarse whisper.My mother's blonde hair is flowing around her head, and her lips are painted dauntingly red by her favorite lipstick. She is as beautiful as a painting, elegant and delicate with thin arms held behind her back. The maze is waiting behind her, but this time she isn't leading me somewhere but smiling straight at me.Strange, in my earlier dreams, everything seemed shady and dark. I couldn't make out objects, but this feels like having awakened inside another world.Tentatively, I tip towards
Alyssa Eating breakfast isn't the same the following day. As I slump down the stairs, I can already smell Maze and hear her laughter reverberating through the air. Maze is Azrael's mate, and yet I'm green with envy seeing them together when I walk into the shared kitchen. Maze is talking while sitting on top of the table, dangling her legs. Azrael must have tended to the wound on her foot. He is still holding her foot between his palms, absentmindedly touching the bandaid that wasn't there the last time I saw Maze. "Mhm," Maze must have replied to something Azrael said before I walked into the kitchen. The couple still hasn't even noticed me pouring milk into a cereal bowl. "I've been traveling the world together with Alyssa's grandma for years; we have been everywhere-..." "You traveled with my grandma?" I interrupt and catch the attention of Maze straight away. At first, Maze blinks as if not recognizing me, but then a slow smile spread over
Azrael I think I'm dying on the inside. Yesterday I wanted nothing else than to run into Alyssa's room. But, unfortunately, I'm disoriented by the mate-bond pulling tightly around my neck like a leash, entirely unable to fight against it. Am I weak for not being able to resist the mate-bond? How do people fight this sharp bone-deep instinct, this primitive need to be with their mate? "Why are you looking out through the window?" Maze demands from the table. We are inside the kitchen. I came here to eat together with Alyssa, and Maze followed me. "You should be spending time with me... I'm injured, and my foot needs a bandaid," I sigh. "I need a moment," Maze has been following me like a shadow ever since she arrived, and I get it, we are mates, but I still haven't accepted her. Honestly, my heart belongs to Alyssa. It makes no absolute sense, an angel should want to be with their mate, but the fact that Alyssa is still
Alyssa I'm cleaning the table with a yellow rag in my hand and trying my hardest to ignore Maze glaring at me in between pretending to read her book. The werewolf was never into books before, but I get the feeling she is trying to act intellectual in front of Azrael. Maze is wearing a lowcut black dress with a large bust and pressing her colossal breast towards her dolled-up face every time she thinks Azrael might walk into the shared kitchen. Her brown hair is flowing behind her, flattering her sunkissed skin and glittering lips. She is pretty with legs for days, and I watch her flip back her hair and throw it over her shoulder with a sidelong glance. "What are you staring at?" She glares at me with burning eyes, and I grimace as I continue cleaning the table. Maze doesn't seem one bit interested in catching up with me. "I'm curious about you," I tell her honestly as I lean forward to claw at one spot. But, unfortunately, there is a stubborn crumb th
AlyssaThe plan is simple: find Sleepy and somehow return to our world. Azreal is going to try and open up a portal. But first, we need to find my mate. I can faintly sense him. It must mean we are getting closer. Sadly, it's dark, and Azrael and I have found a cave for shelter. A fire is lighting up the cave walls, and I'm sitting with my hands reached forward. The warmth feels nice on my skin. "I didn't think vampires could get cold," Azrael comments from the other side of the fire. He is wearing a curious smile. "Yeah, but..." I hesitate before speaking, unsure if I should tell him what I'm about to say. I'm still not sure. "I think I'm becoming human again. This realm is doing strange things to me, and I'm not even weak to the sun anymore. My skin might be pale, but I no longer burn.""Interesting... Do you think it's only because of this being the realm you came from? I have a hard time believing you could handle the sun back in our realm, err, the realm we lived in."My chest
AlyssaI stare at Azrael, unable to move because he has hit me with the truth. The strings of my heart are playing a tune of surrender. It's tired of running from the spiraling heat in my chest.And I agree—I can't flee forever. Not when Azrael's eyes are imprinted into my mind. He is like a spreading infection. When he was gone, I couldn't focus. It was like someone had taken all the colors from my eyes and painted the sky black.I was in pain when Azrael was gone, and now he is here—so why can't I just be honest with myself and take what I want? Why am I afraid?I wet my lips. "We should..."I can't finish the sentence. Something unnamed is swelling between us, warm and tender. It gives life to Azrael's eyes, and his features show radiant humor. Does he have to be so beautiful? He gives me sappy butterflies without even trying."We should what?" Azrael is watching me while walking. "Fuck? Because that would be a great idea."
AlyssaAzrael is eyeing me with severe eyes. "So you said the ones who kidnapped Sleepy smelled like cat people?"I inhale. In the past, I was more at ease with Azrael, but now there is electricity in the air. I should focus on the mission to find and save Sleepy before making it back to our world, but Azrael is making it somewhat hard.He has those bedroom eyes, and the mate-bond is like a sweet, romantic melody in my ears whispering, "You know you want him,"I need to get a grip, but it's easier said than done. Azrael is all curious eyes and smiles. It's seriously distracting. One glance and the man can reduce me into a nervous wreck."Yeah... And the other cat person called Sleepy's captor for "boss," so I imagine he is someone powerful.""Hmm..."Azrael taps his chin with his blonde hair falling into his eyes. He seems deep in thought, so I steal a glance of him. I absorb the view of his large shoulders and follow them down to his
AlyssaI slowly back away from the large angel. Azrael is glaring daggers at me, and it's making me uncomfortable. Blonde hair falls into his eyes, and his jaw is ticking with words unspoken. I'm not sure what Azrael's intentions are, but they can't be friendly, judging from his angry expression.And I would be a fool to stick around for too long—the angel could harm me with a move on his hand, squish me like a bug.Azrael is scary."Hello..." I lick my lips, trying to find words: his eyes, violet crystal, zero in on me, and it adds pressure. "I've been looking everywhere for you, but uh... Something tells me you don't remember me?""You're wrong." A smile, cruel and cold, seizes his lips. "I remember you, Alyssa. I gave my life to save you and—"I gasp, interrupting his hateful speech. I've never experienced a true mate bond in my entire life, but there is no doubt about it. Flames are dancing in my chest when I lock eyes with A
AlyssaWhen I open my eyes, an elderly lady with cat ears glares down at me while holding clothes in her arms. She is dressed in this medieval maid attire and throws me an identical-looking set of clothes. The colors are mainly white and brown."Well, get on with it then! Put on your clothes, lass!" The lady sounds upset with me, stressed. "My name is Esme, and the master doesn't like to wait! He is sleeping right now, and it's our job to clean him up after his latest battle. Hurry!""E-Excuse me?" My voice comes out high-pitched."What is it you don't understand?" Esme pulls me up from the mattress beneath me, and I squint at the sun coming in through the window, but I'm not hurt by it. It seems the feather around my neck is still determined to protect me."Stop dreaming and put on your clothes!"Startled by the tone of her voice, I stand straighter and nod at the bossy lady—I can already tell it's not wise messing with Esme. "Yes!"
Alyssa Sleepy and I are walking through the forest after disembarking the ship. The impossibly tall pine trees seeming to reach for the stars reminds me of home, yet the atmosphere is different. The winds traveling past us seem colder somehow, and the air is heavy to breathe. Every pant vaporizes, and I blink away frost from my eyelashes, shuddering. "It's so freaking cold!" My lips are quivering. Sleepy chuckles. "Well, it's autumn, not summer." "The seasons seriously change too quickly in this world!" "Agreed." "I'm starving too," I complain, wishing I had a coat to pull over my body. I'm snotty and probably close to running a fever. "But it doesn't look like we will find any nearby restaurants." "Meh, why not eat from nature?" My mate shoots me a charming smile. His hands are resting behind his head, and the muscles in his arms are bulging. How he isn't freezing is beyond me. "From nature?" I snort. Sleepy ca
Alyssa After some fun with shrinking and some much-needed cuddles, I'm sharing a blanket with Sleepy on deck. The boat is approaching land, and the skies have cleared, leaving the morning sun to sweep in through the cracks in the clouds. I sink further into Sleepy. I'm sitting in his lap, and with a content sigh, I relax my entire body weight against his chest, which seems to be made of steel. His arms curl tighter around me in response. My head is tucked between his shoulder and neck, and he smells great, like sea salt and the ocean mixed with his usual nectar. Neither of us says a word as the sun shines brighter above us. I'm so warm and reasonably confident I could die a smiling woman nestled against the firm expanse of his chest. I don't think I will ever be able to return to sitting alone, not after using him as my couch. "Alyssa, look over there!" Sleepy nods ahead of us, whispering into my ear in a tender voice. "I think I see our new h
AlyssaStrength isn't how you avoid trouble—it's how you act when put under pressure and your solution to getting out of the darkness. Right now, I'm battling for my life. It's getting harder to fight by the minute, yet the pain in my limbs is only fuelling my will to survive.I scream and punch a siren in the face, gritting my teeth and roaring before slamming my boot into another one's stomach. Even though I'm engaged in a losing game, a fire is raging on within my chest. The night might be cold, but my fists are heated."Why won't you give up?""Girl, you won't win this fight."I keep on struggling."Ah, you're getting tired."I throw another punch, screaming in vain when the sirens won't shut up. They keep harassing me, hugging my exhausted body when sweat has broken over my skin.A tongue flickers by my earlobe. "You're weak."Those words awaken more adrenaline, and I break free, crying out into the night as I
Alyssa Two months have passed since we defeated Fabian. And I still long to hear your voice again, watch your lips as you form the words to call me princess. I've been working hard on getting on this boat, and Sleepy has been making money too. We are fine. We are smiling. We are surviving. Yet I still miss you. "I swear to god that I will commit suicide and throw myself overboard if we eat the same slobbery fish for another day!" I grimace at the bitter flavor and shudder in disgust. "Surely, there must be better things in the sea. Why aren't they catching shrimp or lobster?!" I grumpily dig into the fish again, aware of the amused laughter coming from above. "Hey! It's not that bad!" Sleepy hangs his head like a bat and smiles down from the top of our bunk bed. Green hair falls around him like a mane, and I laugh at his big smile. We are eating dinner and praying the boat won't sink and disappear in the waves—t