She just took Emmet inside?
Yeah.
Yet Azura had bruises and grazes?
Yes.
But Jackie as a doctor didn’t check her… even if someone went against her Alpha or mate, Jackie is the type of person who would still tend to the sick or injured, no matter who they are…
Get the CCTV footage sent to me from the fight, I say before ending the link.
I stop for a second outside Corrado’s bedroom, opening the door slightly to see he is fast asleep with Winona sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard asleep, too. He is safe. I closethe door silently and leave the apartment, heading straight for Azura’s as I undo my shirt cuffs, rolling the sleeves of my black shirt up. I raise my hand and knock hard.
Nothing.
I knock again. Nothing.
Fuck, I don’t care, I’m going in.
I enter a code on my smart watch before I hold it against the scanner and hear the lock click open. I step into the apartment, shutting the door behind me. Her scent fills my senses and I head to her bedroom. Why didn’t she fucking answer?
I knock on the door trying to control the anger and restlessness that is now not only mine… I feel him prowling in my mind, his urgency and concern for the mate that I deprived the both of us of. I knock again, frowning.
“Azura. Fuck, open the door.”
She is here. I can fucking smell her. Is she in the bathroom?
I push the door open, just as the bathroom door opens, and I come face to face with none other than the she-devil herself. Oh, and right now… she is the image of pure sin in nothing but a black lace bra and a tiny pair of underwear. She freezes in surprise, staring at me for a moment, her heart thundering. Pleasure fucking rushes south, and I feel myself harden as my eyes rake over her. At least she is fucking here…
I let my gaze trail over her once again but this time I see past those gorgeous curves of hers… taking in the bruises on her legs, arm, shoulder, and even her cheek. My eyes flash with anger at the same time reality seems to hit her. She quickly grabs a discarded towel and wraps it clumsily around her shoulders, although it barely covers her panties. She then gives me a scathing glare.
“Have you ever heard of knocking?” She growls. She sure didn’t lose her spark.
“I did. Several fucking times. You didn’t answer,” I replyarrogantly.
“For a reason,” she retorts as she slowly eases the towel off her shoulders and frees her arms. Wrapping it around her chest, she walks over to the wardrobe and grabs an oversized shirt. My eyes are on her back. I can see the curve of her ass from under the towel and the painful scrape that is slightly bloody on her left cheek. It only makes my anger grow; this hadn’t been a small fucking scuffle. Emmet had aimed to hurt her. She pulls the grey t-shirt over her head, and lets the towel fall as she turns back to me. “Why are you here?” She asks, sounding almost accusing.
“You know why,” I reply coldly, walking over to her. Her eyes flash defensively as I approach. The urge to fuck her is intense, but instead, I cage her between my arms, her back pressed against the wardrobe behind her. My eyes scan her face. She has another bruise under her jaw and on her neck…
I clench my teeth, masking my emotions. Raising my hand, I run my fingers down her cheek, making her tense. These tingles rushing through us both… I had weakened them, but they are still here. Her heart is racing as I continue to run my hand down her neck.
I am beyond fuming and what fucking gets to me the most is she is supposed to be safe here with me.
“Want to share what exactly happened, little she-wolf?” I ask, dangerously quiet. I look into those fucking beautiful eyes of hers and see she is hesitating as if she doesn’t think she should tell me. There is no anger in them, so despite the fight, she is calm. Then again, she might just be hiding her emotions… but it is her words that fucking surprise me.
“Will you believe me?”
I frown. What does she even mean by that?
She is serious. Gone is the woman who is not afraid to unleash hell. Whatever had happened had shaken her. There is a vulnerability in her eyes that is throwing me off, reminding meof that night that I rejected her and forced myself to fucking turn away from her.
“Try me.”
Do I Trust Him
Azura
“Try me.”
His words ring in my head, and I want to. Somehow, I want to blurt it all out and have him fix it. It is weird, the way he makes me feel like I can rely on him. It confuses the heck out of me because I always handle everything myself.
He looks so yummy in that black shirt and grey pants. His toned thighs, narrow waist and those delicious muscular biceps… this guy was born with incredible genes, and those blue eyes… Goddess, never have I liked the colour more. But the way he is behaving is unnerving me…
I can feel his anger. I’m just not sure if it is because I left the room, or fucked up his Delta’s face, or because maybe seeing me injured pisses him off?
Stop kidding yourself, Azura… he marked you, rejected you, and watched you collapse before walking away. The memory feels like a harsh slap in the face, and I break our eye contact, moving away from his touch. I push the painful thought away, and take a deep breath.
“I was in here when I heard two loud bangs, and they sounded a bit weird, so I thought I’d go see if Jackie was okay. I barely got out the door when I saw Emmet storm out their door….” I nudge him away with my shoulder and slide out from where hehas me trapped. “He entered the lift, and I hurried to their door. Jackie opened it, thinking it was Emmet. That’s when I saw that she had a bruise on her cheek and around her neck. It wasn’t even just finger marks. He had dug his claws into her skin. And then… she just asked me not to tell the Alpha.” I turn and look at him. He is standing there, one hand to his chin, the other in his pocket, and he is frowning deeply, obviously wanting me to continue. So I look him square in the eye and carry on, “When I went down there, he was around the side of the building about to go through some door, and I called him. He told me to mind my own business when I confronted him. He got pissed and threatened me. Then I defended myself by losing my shit and attacking him like the psycho I am,” I finish with a shrug.
No reaction. That frown remains as his eyes dip to my forearm, where I am bleeding a little, although it is already healing up pretty well. It isn’t a big deal. If he sees Emmet…
“So, although he’s your Delta, he could use some work…” I mumble as he advances on me but despite the fact that he is oozing dominance and power, it isn’t threatening, even if my heart is racing. I know that is because of something entirely different.
He takes my wrist in his hand before raising it to his mouth, and, to my surprise, he runs his tongue along the graze, sending a riveting jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I know Alpha saliva helps heal faster, but the way he is looking at me is anything but innocent. I yank my arm away, frowning at him, despite feeling my cheeks heat up.
“What are you doing?” I growl. He cocks a brow, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
“Alpha saliva heals, or don’t you know that?”
“I do, but just because I have a graze doesn’t mean you are going to go around licking it.” I frown, although it left a cooling touch in its wake.
“I saw a cut, and I licked it. End of fucking story,” he growls, smoking his cigarette.
“I have a graze on my ass, are you going to lick that, too?” I shoot back before freezing as his eyes meet mine.
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