Alyssa
It 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
Sleepy I never thought revealing my true identity to Alyssa could be so much fun. First, her sweet eyes pop wide open, and then she stands there, looking me up and down apprehensively. "Oh, I didn't realize you're royalty," A red tint has taken her cheeks while she seems deep in thought. Curious, I've never seen Alyssa shy around me before. "Does this mean I have to bow now?" I laugh. "I'm still me, and I've always been of royal blood, so it would be weird if you started treating me differently now... Besides, you're of royal blood too, aren't you?" "Yeah..." Alyssa is staring down at the ground with her skin painted red, and Maze rolls her eyes at us before sighing dramatically. Unfortunately, I can't say I'm a big fan of the werewolf. She might be Alyssa's childhood friend, but her aura is sinister and nasty. "Really?" Maze shakes her head disapprovingly at Alyssa. "You want both Azrael and the fairy? You're so greedy!" She angrily w
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
AlyssaI'm busy cutting tomatoes when I swiftly notice my left fingers are translucent, entirely invisible to the world. A silent gasp gets stuck in my throat, and when Darla enters the kitchen, I immediately hide my hand inside my pocket with a smile plastered to my face."It smells delicious, Alyssa!" Darla inhales the air and beams at me with her entire face, conveying excitement. "I'm so grateful that you're cooking dinner for us this evening!"Her lively gratefulness is enough to make me think of something else other than my disappearing hand. Whatever I can deal with it later, right now, I need to focus on this dinner."It's my pleasure! I'm not good at cooking yet, but ever since you taught me this recipe, I've wanted to let everyone taste and see how far I've come. I used to be a spoiled princess, but now I know how to make the best pasta in town!"Darla looks teary-eyed and hugs me briefly, forcing me to turn away from the stove to return
Alyssa My head is a mess. The others are eating dinner while I'm sitting on the windowsill with the white curtains blowing into the hotel. Every angle of my mind is spinning around, and I stare up at the stars, hoping they will somehow guide me through my confusion. I'm disappearing, well, my hand is, and my head mainly consists of images of Azrael—I'm pretty confident that means I'm in love with him. There is no other explanation, and yet my heart explodes every time I remember that earthshattering kiss with Sleepy. But that can't mean that I'm in love with Sleepy! On the contrary, I consider the fairy my best friend. He is a funny guy who looks at me like I'm a hidden gem; there are always stars in his eyes, and he is always quick to defend me, but I'm not in love! Looking out through the window, I marvel at the glowing lights in the garden. Pixies. My eyes stay transfixed on their dancing bodies in the dark, they remind me of Sleepy, and my heart s