My Beautiful Mate [ENGLISH]

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Azrael was all too busy being surrounded by flustered servant girls, it was like watching vultures circling your catch. I ignored the thought of him being mine and made my way towards the exit. Well, at least I was free for a little while, though I knew that freedom wouldn't last long.

Grasping a wine glass along the way, I hurried out of the ballroom right as they as they announced the Royal Dracu wolves family to dance with their beloved partners.

Maybe if I quicken my pace, I'll make it far enough from the ball, so that Azrael wouldn't find me in time for the stupid dance.

Quickly walking down the dark hall, I made my way around the corridor only to pass a guy who began to stagger after me. The strong smell of alcohol hit my nose, so I instantly picked up my pace, hoping he would give up and return to drinking whatever nasty alcohol he had gotten drunk off of.

Turning my head, I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still following me, but grew confused and frightened when he was nowhere to be seen.

Then slowly, I turned my head back around and was met by his pitch black gaze. A startled cry left me and I stumbled backwards after instinctively hitting him on the head with the wine glass, as the shards of glass shattered against his head, I watched the smirk on his face grow.

"I like feisty."

His eyes then practically r***d my body, the look on his face gross and unmistakably lecherous. He only made his way towards me and smirked, even though blood trickled down his head. "What's the matter sweetheart? Wanna play?"

His voice was hoarse and turned into a deep growl, causing shivers to run up my spine. And they weren't the good kind either. Suddenly, with inhuman speed, he gripped my arm tightly causing me to cry out again in pain and shoved me up against the wall, his mouth going straight for my neck. I sobbed aloud as he began to nip and suck, I could feel the tips of his fangs scraping along my skin. He was able to make small cuts on my neck with each scrape of his fangs, while his hands roamed my body. My cries soon echoed down the hall as I writhed against him, but I was no match for his strength.

He growled, clamping his hand over my mouth when he realized I was making too much noise.

"Shut up!"

I continued to squirm and kick, despite my actions being rendered useless against a werewolf. "What a beauty you are huh? Well, don't worry sweet cheeks... You'll be mine soon." He slurred out and chuckled as he flashed his fangs ready to bite down on my neck. But before he could take a nasty bite out of me, a deadly roar stopped him just seconds before he was going to land the fatal blow.

The power radiating off a furious figure that approached, caused the man to scramble away from me, sobering him up immediately as fear overcame him. I stiffen at the noise and slowly glance at the person who made the noise, and there stood none other than a furious Azrael.

His eyes were a pitch black, his fangs bared, and his fists clenched. All of which was never a good sign. Within a matter of seconds he had the guy held up against the wall by the throat, "She's mine!" He growled out loudly, causing a scene as a few guests from the ball peeked out from behind a wall to see what was going on.

The man's feet dangled above the floor as Azrael held him up and kept him pinned against the wall. He began to beg as Azrael let him slump down to the floor, before he didn't hesitate to grasps both sides of his skull and snap the drunk's neck, leaving him to fall limp on the floor.

The price of touching a Dracu-wolfs slave or mate was instant death.

But I hadn't known this and watched in fear as Azrael killed the man with just his hands. He did it so easily as if taking a life meant nothing to him. Like he was accustomed to do it everyday, which was probably true. His eyes soon returned to its normal blue as he sent me a glance, his fingers snapping which sent a few men to enter the hall and carry the limp body out. A few slave women followed them in and began cleaning the mess. This has become a routine for them, hasn't it? I questioned fearfully to no one, but myself after realizing how quickly and robotically the group worked.

Without saying a thing, Azrael fixed the cuffs on his suit and grasped my hand, taking me back into the ballroom where his brothers and my friends danced. He acted as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't just killed someone.

I earned only a harsh growl, not an explanation.

"You should've never left the room."

Was all he said as he gripped my waist, while our right hands joined together, my left on the other hand trembled against his chest. It rested there because I was too short and couldn't reach his shoulder even with heels on. He seemed to notice, his lips forming a teasing smirk, despite my frown and trembling body. I didn't know whether to hit him or thank him. He did technically save me, but also committed murder in the process. So I was drifting between throwing up, screaming, and showing my gratitude. I hated that he was right in the first place, I shouldn't of left. Now that whole intense scenario was practically all my fault.

I managed to glare up at him, despite my heart beating wildly in my chest and dark thoughts, but a sudden gasp left me as I felt his hand snake down from my waist to my bottom.

He then leaned forward, satisfied by my reaction.

***

"You made a big mistake."

His voice had a coldness to it and that left chills running up my spine, yet, the feel of his warm breath near my ear set fire to my skin. The woman in me screamed out, I had no clue whether it was because I was surprisingly horny at the moment, or because I was tied to his bed and blindfolded.

My body went rigid again as I felt his fingertips glide up my ankle and then rest on my thigh. I gulp from the sudden intimate gesture.

I could practically see him smirk in satisfaction, due to my nervous reaction. Just like he had done earlier in the ballroom. I hadn't been touched by a man this way before, so I guessed he just figured that out and was amused by it.

Much to my embarrassment, I squeezed my legs shut as warmth spreaded into my cheeks and flooded into a place that was unfamiliar with the rippling sensations.

"Are you going to obey me?...Or must I.." He paused, his fingertips trailing further up my thigh in a slow and tantalizing way. "Make you.." His voice responded once more after gaining a gasp from me. Somehow the feel of his fingers on my skin made my body go crazy, it was most likely because I was blindfolded, making my senses slightly heightened. Or maybe I was thrilled by him overall. No, no. That couldn't be it, I hated his guts. Right?

"A-Azrael.. I'm sorry. I really am." I lied through my teeth, not wanting to debate against my own consciousness anymore, as well as, just wanted to be let out of the ropes that bind my wrist to the headboard of his bed.

I only got a dark chuckle in return, then followed by a reply that made me tremble. I could feel the bed dip as he leaned closer to me, his fingers moving off my thigh, much to my relief, to lift up my chin. He slowly dipped down, whispering against my skin as his lips smoothed over the length of my exposed neck.

"You're a terrible liar."

My cheeks were probably as red as a tomato by now, but I still had anger brewing in me, just waiting to bubble up and scorch him. I scramble back, tearing my chin out of his grasp, though I was secretly horny, I remembered why I was here in the first place. I was taken. I was trapped. My family was dead.

Disgust replaced arousal.

"So what if I am? Tell me why I should obey someone like you?"

The words spilled out my mouth like lava, dying to engulf and burn him entirely till he was nothing but soot and ash. A bitterness was clear in my tone as my back hit the bed's headboard and the sound of an inhuman growl defeated my ears.

"You dare to question and defy me still? You should watch your tongue." His remark was quick and deadly, lashing back at my words, causing me to want to gobble them back up and swallow them whole. I sink back, not realizing I was shaking, I could feel his intense gaze and his powerful aura. This man wasn't a fool, he was clever and dangerous. He could kill me in a split second if he wanted to.