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Chapter 17
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Alyssa
When 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
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AzraelPink petals are gliding down from the sky in the most romantic way possible. I bet my mate is enjoying the view.We are sitting on a pier, enjoying the setting sun together. Maze is leaning her head against my shoulder while both her arms are curled around one of mine. Her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes, framed by a million lashes, are locked on the salmon-colored sky."See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad going out on a date with me!" Maze is speaking in a softer tone than usual. Her smile is adorable. "Isn't this nice?"I lean my head against hers, relishing the feel of her soft hair. "The view is indeed stunning. Thank you for taking me out here today,""You're very welcome," Maze sounds satisfied.It's funny. I never thought I would come to like my mate, but I realize she is a piece of art after today. A silent smile touches my lips as I let my eyes roam over her brown hair cascading down her back.Maze. Once you know how t
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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."
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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
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