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Chapter 19
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
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Alyssa I wrap my arms around my chest as the cold breeze blows in through the window. I'm broken. Azrael tried to kiss me earlier. The passion and the flames humming during our fight must have ignited something within him. The man bent down to claim me, but I won't accept the love of a man who came to tell me he would choose someone else. "He is such a jerk!" I promised myself that I wouldn't cry over Azrael. I've shed too many tears over that man already, but I cant fight that lump rising in my throat. And with devastating certainty, I realize I can't hold back the flood. Tears drip down on my dress, and I bite my lower lip so hard that I can taste metal. I hate how it feels like I'm constantly drowning. "You cry an awful lot these days," I swing around so fast I almost fall down from the windowsill. A gasp escapes my lips, but I manage to regain control, only to have my legs halt and freeze in midair like my thoughts. Sleepy!
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