Chapter 187: My Angel | 080

NOELLE

Everything happens too fast. One second I'm trying to pull away from Cooper, the next his hand clamps brutally over my mouth and he drags me backwards into a dark corner, away from the lights and the music.

My back hits the wall hard. His body pins me there, heavy and suffocating.

"Shhh," he whispers, his voice low and mocking. "Don't scream, little wolf. You'll only make it worse."

His face buries into my neck and he inhales deeply with long, greedy pulls of my scent like he's trying to drink me in.

A strange dizziness consumes me. My knees weaken instantly. It feels like he's sucking something vital out of me, draining my strength through my skin.

But I refuse to go down without a fight. I claw at his arm, thrashing, trying to bite the hand over my mouth.

"That's it," he laughs darkly against my throat. "Fight me. I like it when you fight."

Terror rolls through me, nausea gripping me. Blaze is snarling viciously in my head, but my body feels heavier by the second.

Then, I hear it. A guttural growl that shakes the air itself. He's here. Oh gods...how did he—

My husband appears like a nightmare made flesh.

One moment the corner is dark and empty. The next, Azren is there, his eyes blazing molten gold, black wings sprouting from his back. I've never seen them before. They're massive, beautiful, and laced with faint gold veins that pulse with fury.

He moves like a force of nature.

In a blur, he slams Cooper—no, Haden—against the wall with bone-rattling force, one clawed hand wrapped around his throat.

"Noelle," Azren growls without looking away from his prey, his voice layered with multiple terrifying tones. "Are you hurt?"

I cough weakly, sliding down the wall to the floor, my legs shaking. "I'm... okay."

Haden laughs through the chokehold, blood already trickling from his mouth.

"You really thought you could keep her?" he rasps, his eyes wild. "I fed her my cock for three whole months while you were busy playing hero. She moaned so prettily for me. Did you know that, Azren? Did you know I was inside your precious mate every single—"

Azren's wings spread wider, a dirty smirk curling his lips.

"You will regret saying that.”

His voice sounds dangerously eerily. Like three of him are talking at the same time.

With a sickening crack, Azren snaps Haden's neck.

The body crumples lifelessly to the ground.

Azren doesn't even glance at it.

He's already rushing to me, dropping to his knees and pulling me into his arms. My husband has wings.

Oh my...

Just when I thought this man can't be any hotter.

"Angel... talk to me." His hands are frantic but gentle as he feels my forehead, checks my pupils, and scans my body for injuries. "What did you take? Tell me."

"Just... Azalea's drink," I pant, still coughing. "I don't... I don't feel right."

He bites into his own wrist without hesitation, blood welling up. He quickly flings it across the unconscious Haden's body. It's some kind of binding mark, I think. Azren whistles sharply.

Jake and Cam appear almost instantly, emerging from the shadows as though they'd been waiting.

"Take him," Azren orders, his voice ice-cold. "Keep him alive. I want him conscious when I start."

They drag Haden's body away without a word.

Azren lifts me into his arms. He carries me upstairs to one of the rooms in the house. He lays me gently on the bed, brushing damp hair from my face.

I'm sweating and panting, my skin burning hotter by the second. I can't help it.

"Azren..." I whisper, my voice shaky. "Are you mad at me? For coming here alone... for putting myself in danger again?"

He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me onto his lap, stroking my hair like I'm his precious baby. I curl into him, pressing my burning forehead against his abs, breathing in his scent.

"I'm not mad at you, baby," he replies, his voice soft but strained. "I'm furious at myself for not being here sooner. But you're safe now. That's all that matters."

I shiver against him. "What... what are you going to do with Haden?"

Azren's hand stops moving for a moment in my hair.

"I'm going to butcher him," he finally responds. "Slowly."

I shiver harder, but I don't pull away.

"Did you know he would show up tonight?" I ask, tilting my head to look up at him.

Azren's lips curve into a dark smile.

"I was counting on it."

I pout, annoyed despite the fever raging through me. "So you really didn't intend to let me have fun on my own?"

He leans down and kisses my forehead tenderly. "After your exams, we'll go to the beach. Just us. I promise."

My heart flutters. I peek up at him, smiling weakly. "Really?"

"You bet, Angel."

I whimper softly, pressing my face back into his abs. The fire inside me is getting worse. My skin feels too tight.

Suddenly, the heat becomes unbearable.

I crawl away from him with a desperate moan, sliding onto the floor, my fingers fumbling uselessly with my bikini top.

"Azren... it's too hot... I can't—"

He's there instantly, helping me. His hands are steady as he unties the strings, freeing my breasts. He cups them gently, his thumbs caressing my sensitive nipples in slow, soothing circles while his other hand slips between my thighs, toying lightly with my entrance, spreading the slickness.

I moan loudly, pushing into his touch, desperate for relief.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, his voice low and soothing even as his touch sets me on fire. "Let it out. I've got you."

He kisses my shoulder, still playing with my nipples and entrance.

"Soon you'll feel excruciating pain," he murmurs against my skin. "But don't panic. I'll take it all for you. This is your first shift, Angel. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

I sob with relief and need, pressing back against his fingers, completely lost in him.

"Azren..."

"I know, baby. I've got you."

The pain hits me like lightning.

It starts in my spine. It's a sharp, cracking agony that rips a scream from my throat. My bones are breaking and reforming.

"Azren—!" I sob, collapsing forward onto my hands and knees on the floor. "I'm so scared. I don't think I can do this."

"Relax. It'll hurt if you're too tense," he whispers, dropping down behind me instantly.

His hands are everywhere, soothing, grounding, and possessive. One slides between my thighs from behind while the other wraps around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest.

"Focus on me," he commands. "Only me."

Two thick fingers push inside me without warning. I'm already embarrassingly wet, and the wet, filthy sounds of him fingering me echo loudly in the room as he curls them deep.

"Oh fuck—!" I cry out, the pleasure consuming the pain.

He doesn't stop. He fucks me with his fingers harder, faster, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit while my bones continue to snap and shift under my skin.

“I know it hurts,” he rasps. His voice is so raw. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry you have to feel this. But I’m taking as much as I can. Just hold on to me.”

Every crack of my ribs and every breaking joint are met with another deep thrust of his fingers. He's taking the pain, turning it into pleasure, forcing my body to ride the edge between agony and ecstasy.

"You're doing so good, baby," he praises hotly against my ear, biting my neck. "So fucking wet for me. Listen to that sloppy pussy. You're dripping down my wrist."

I moan, pushing back onto his fingers desperately. The pain is fading. My hips buck wildly as he adds a third finger, stretching me open.

"Come for me," he grunts like he's in pain. "Let go, Angel."

The orgasm crashes into me without warning.

I scream his name as I squirt hard, my thighs shaking as I soak his hand and the floor beneath us. The pleasure is so intense my vision whites out completely.

And then, everything changes.

The pain vanishes in a rush of power. My body reshapes in one final, fluid surge. Fur ripples across my skin. My senses overwhelm me.

I can hear and smell everything. The world is suddenly too loud, too bright, and too alive.

I'm... a wolf.

I stand on four legs, dazed, staring at my paws in shock. My tail twitches. I can feel every single hair on my body.

Azren's arms are already open.

"Come here, beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with awe and love.

I don't even think. I crawl into his lap, still in wolf form, pressing my big furry head against his chest. He wraps his arms around me tightly, one hand stroking down my back, the other gently scratching behind my ears.

"You're perfect," he breathes, pressing kisses to the top of my head. "So fucking perfect, my Angel. Look at you... such a beauty."

I whine softly, nuzzling deeper into him. Blaze's voice echoes proudly in my head.

'We did good.'

Azren chuckles, the sound warm and happy as he keeps scratching that perfect spot behind my ear.

"Blaze is hungry, isn't she?" he teases, reading me so easily.

I yip in agreement, my tail wagging despite myself.

He lets out a real, bright, joyful sound and stands up, lifting me effortlessly into his strong arms. Then he carries me downstairs.

There's grilled meat in the kitchen. Azren sets me down gently on the cool tiles and starts loading a plate with juicy pieces of steak, chicken, and ribs.

He kneels in front of me with the plate, his eyes soft and full of pride.

"Here you go, Your Royal Highness," he says with a playful smirk, offering me a piece.

I eat greedily from his hand, my tail wagging faster. The meat tastes incredible, every flavour exploding on my tongue. When I finish, I feel playful, powerful, and completely in love.

I pounce on him suddenly, knocking him onto his back on the floor. He laughs happily as I lick his face, my big wolf body draped over him.

Azren cups my furry face with both hands, his eyes shining.

"I've never been happier," he whispers.

I nuzzle into his neck, my heart swelling. I would do anything. Anything at all to protect his happiness. He's suffered enough.

Azren's phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket, and his whole body goes rigid. He slowly takes it out. And every muscle in his body goes... rigid.

Oh no. What is it this time?