All Chapters of Mated to the Devil, becoming the fae Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“FUCK THIS!” I shout, throwing a knife across the room. My father easily ducking as it sails over his head to embed itself into the wall behind him. He takes a seat at one of the chairs in front of my desk before snapping at one of the omegas to bring him a drink.“Cool your temper Dre,” he says, taking his drink for the omega before waving them away and taking a sip.“How can I!? That stupid son of a bitch has my women!” I hiss at him. “I will not let him keep her.” Running my hands through my hair I sigh, “there’s something about her, a power that surrounds her. She’s the one. And now she’s about to be in that FORTRESS OF A PACK!” I scream. Kicking my desk making everything rattle. That pack was nearly impenetrable, don’t even think about getting into the packhouse. Her bright eyes and long pinecone hair, she was tiny, but had curves in all the right places. It took everything in me not to mark her right there, with or without her consent. And she smelled so good it made my mouth wa

I shake my head in disbelief before turning back to watch the scenery fly by as we pull up to the large castle doors. Azrael gets out of the car and holds his arm out for me to take. As I step on the ground, standing in front of me are a couple of different people. One is a middle aged couple. The man is a spitting image of Azrael, black hair and silver eyes, but the woman looks completely different. She has wavy honey blonde hair and eyes the color of a bright blue sky. They couldn’t be more different from each other. The wind whirls around me, brushing against my ears it says it’s his mother but not. I chew the inside of my cheek and suppress a frown. The wind was known for being cryptic but I usually could make out what it was trying to say. This time I couldn’t. Next to the couple was a young girl, she looked to be about 15 years old, she looked just like her mom but had silver eyes to match the rest of her siblings. Beside her was a young man, a little older than Grey but still y

I nod, finally understanding the sadness from earlier now. She made the largest sacrifice for her love and he wasn’t even her mate. Walking along the stone path I make my way up to the tree. Stepping up in front of it I drop onto a curtsy, paying my respects to her. I reach out and touch the trunk, gasping in shock at the amount of life courses through the tree. My hand tingles with the burst of energy. Placing my forehead against the bark a voice softly cuts through my mind. “Hello dear,” it says softly, almost a whisper. Willow? Is that you? I thought you were dead. I ask in my mind.“Ah you know my name. But no as you can see I am very much alive. I don’t have much time as I must rest again soon. Tell my son I love him, take good care of him for me please.” Her voice gets softer as if it’s fading away.Willow?! Are you okay?! I call out to her, grasping for her voice.“Yes my dear. This form just takes almost all of my energy. But don’t be sad. I’m happy here. I get to watch my

“Come dear,” she opens the door in front of us. My eyes go wide as I take in the space. The room itself is as large as three of my bedrooms put together. True to his nature the room is black and silver. A large king size bed sits against the far wall flanked by two side tables on either side. A small sitting area with a sofa, bar and a flat screen is in the corner close to the door. Large silver french doors lead to a massive balcony that overlooks one of the castle's many gardens. On the right side there is another set of double doors, these are different from the rest though. They are gold, with metal gold and white flowers on them. His mom guides me to them. Opening them both I let out an audible gasp. The room is a dressing room. A cream vanity with a light pink chair rests against one of the walls. An arch with a curtain next to it. One corner has three floor length mirrors with a small pedestal in the middle of them. What shocks me the most is that in one of the corners are thre

She nods her head, “Yes. This pack has a mixture of Daemons and Wolves. This pack has a ritual when you join that allows all members a pack link, even if they don’t have a wolf. His father started the tradition of integrating them when he met former Luna Willow. He wanted her to feel more at home.” she shrugs, pulling me along to meet yet another group of people. It’s only been an hour but my feet are sore and I can feel my anxiety rising by the sheer number of people I’ve met just today. I haven’t seen Azrael this entire time which makes my heart feel heavy. We pass by a group of girls, around my age. All wearing far too short dresses or skirts and thick layers of makeup. If my head was a target I’d have a hole burned right between my eyes from looks of pure despise they are giving me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Azrael start walking towards us, I can’t help the smile that starts to spread out across my face. But as quickly as it started forming the flame is immediately stifled