All Chapters of Alpha Azriel: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Within one moment and the next, I find myself pinned to the tree where he had earlier cornered me. My hands grab fistfuls of his jacket while his arms tighten around my waist. The kiss turns heady, wild, and downright messy as he slips his tongue into my mouth. A noise comes out of my mouth. It’s embarrassing. I am much more in control during make-out sessions, however, this feels… different. He sweeps his tongue across my lower lip and one of his hands travels down my waist and slips under the dress.His rough, calloused palm leaves goosebumps on my damp skin. This is not his rut doing its job, he isn’t under that spell. This time he is in control and yet. His hand gropes my left cheek. I can feel his interest against my hip. Despite the rough bark and the fear of being caught by someone, I press closer, hooking my ankle around his leg. The wetness between my legs makes its sticky presence known. Amaia whines in my head, whether from pleasure or simply mourning my lack of judgment I

[Earlier]I walk back to my room in a daze. Something really changed in our relationship, huh? The dynamic just… shifted. I contemplate if I made a mistake in handing the notebook over to Azriel. What if he has other motives and my brother died because of him, but… but he doesn’t seem to be someone of that sort. He is crude and rough but not cruel.‘What would you say of his indifference then?’ Amaia counters.I remain silent as I enter the room and close it. My body feels sore. When I returned, I had to hurry and change my clothes. Now that I am relieved of my duty, I shuffle to the washroom and hop in the shower.The scalding warm water cascades down my back, relieving my sore muscles. My thoughts run wild; my chest feels heavy as I recount the evening. Shouldn’t I have been doing the bargaining? Why did Azriel keep me by his side as if I were just an arm candy?‘He doesn’t trust you,’ Amaia states matter-of-factly.He doesn’t. He still doubts my abilities. I know I have a lot to le

When Aysel stands at my door, almost when I am about to go to bed. She gives me a sheepish look.“Well, I didn’t want to disturb you at this time but I wanted to confess something,” she says with a nervous chuckle. I raise an eyebrow and lean against the doorframe.“What that might be?”“I kind of ruined that dress? I am sorry. I didn’t mean to. I can pay back the amount,” she rushes to explain. I swallow back a laugh. By now, probably everyone in the palace sort of knows that she is exclusively Azriel’s.“No need. Think of it as a gift. I never wore it because it did not look good on me,” I lie. Her eyes widen. I don’t want Azriel to give me a lecture.She lets out a sigh of relief.“Okay then, I won’t bother you anymore. Good night,” she says and speed walks across the corridor before I can even utter another word.Closing the door, I walk back to my desk where I have been writing. These days, I have been keeping to myself, so much so that even mom once came and asked me if I was ok

The back and forth never seems to end. It feels as if we move two steps forward and then four steps back. Honestly, at this point, I feel like I should just give up on this mission to find my brother’s killer. If they are inside the palace then they have surely not made any moves and lying low, however, it seems odd that someone who knows I am their victim’s sister wouldn’t make any effort to even threaten me.If they are out there somewhere, then also…I groan in frustration and kick the door open. The day feels like a waste. Why does Azriel treat it like some sort of liability? As if I am a kid and he is trying to distract me by letting me doodle in a sketchbook or something?I amped up my hopes for nothing. I stayed up until his return for no reason. My fists clench as I stand in the middle of the room, seething in anger. My eyes burn with unshed and angry tears. Why? Why must he do this to me?~~~~Instead of waiting for Azriel’s beck and call, I decide to train on my own. I warm

He is definitely not expecting to be kissed by me, the one [1] she-wolf who suggested that we should keep this relationship a professional one.However, he soon regains his composure. I yelp against his mouth as he wraps his arms around my waist and whirls me so that my back hits the door. I inhale deeply, taking in his scent. But… something feels odd? I let it slide for the moment because that is not important right now. My wolf and I need to claim him right now., for what reason and how we gained this audacity is beyond me. “Get in,” he murmurs against my lips while his fingers are busy getting under my t-shirt. I manage to blindly punch in the code and together we almost stumble into the room. He closes the door rather loudly and presses me against it, claiming my mouth into a searing kiss. He slots his left thigh between my legs while his erection presses against my hip. I can’t help but rut against his thighs, slick between my legs and soaking my underwear. His lips trail a b