I Can't Fck This Up
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Azriel's POV
“Take care of him! It must not exceed tonight!” A familiar voice made me turn. “If it exceeds today, I will make both you and your family pay for it!”
I smiled faintly when my gaze landed on Dave from the corner where I stood. Given what he did to Lyria earlier, I wanted to snap his neck out.
I held back the urge not to do something that would paint me in a negative light more than the way others see me.
Our pack needs Bloodcircle’s money and resources for sustainability, while they need our Gammas for protection.
I can't f**k that up.
“Dave, it is time,” a feminine voice echoed from the direction Dave stood. “She is drunk now. All you have to do is walk into that room—”
“I doubt if that would work,” Dave said, staring at the lady with quite a romantic look on his face.
She must be the lady Lyria talked about.
What am I even doing?
Without thinking twice, I turned to walk away, but Ariana’s words made me halt.
“Look, Lyria would not be able to fight the urge. She is a mess; in fact, if she doesn't have you, she might die.”
Before I could close up the space between us, her voice echoed again. “Now is your time. I already set a camera there; all you have to do is be there and give her what she needs. That w***e would be rejected by Wave pack.”
“Once you are done with her, her husband and her father and even every member of this pack would be ashamed of her. They would finally see her for the w***e she—”
Before she could complete her statement, I punched Dave. I punched him twice before he could retaliate.
“You—how dare you!” My blood boiled with anger as I punched him to pulp, his face all injured and stained with blood.
If she didn't have you, she would die…
I let go of the bastard the moment Ariana's words echoed in my head. I hurried down to the living room where everyone was dancing, not sure if I would find her there.
The moment I recalled Ariana mentioning a room, I headed off to the floor where the rooms were.
I searched each room, not caring if I was trespassing. All I could think of was saving Lyria.
I searched about five rooms but couldn't find her. I stood still, staring at nowhere in particular.
I don't know where to look at anymore or which direction to go… and I can't give up!
I can't have her mess this alliance!
“Alpha Azriel, sorry, what are you looking for here?”
“And who are you?” I asked, ignoring her question.
“I am sorry; I am Cassandra, Princess Lyria's personal maid.”
“Take me to Lyria's room!” I instructed sharply. “Now!” I added.
I have to be fast about it. I am battling against time right now.
“You can leave,” I instructed the moment she took me to Lyria's room, which was the last room on the floor.
I hurried in, my gaze searching the room for Lyria. My heart skipped when I lowered my gaze to see Lyria by the bedside, her fingers scratching the ground, her exposed skin pale with red spots.
I squatted, about to carry her out of the room, but her touch made me stop.
Before I could think of what she was up to, I felt her hands moved to my face. “Alpha Azriel… my body… is… burning…” she stammered.
“Where exactly? I would—”
Lyria's lips on mine silenced me. I froze upon feeling her lips on mine.
It took me a few minutes before I could realize what was happening here because the Lyria I knew disliked me.
Her drink was spiked.
“Pull yourself together! You are drunk!” I shouted at her after I managed to pull her away.
Even though it made no sense, my wolf was growling inside me. This was the first time in three years my wolf was going to react after going into hibernation for three years now.
“I am… I… don't know…” she stammered, her voice inaudible. “My… body… hurts… it hurts…”
“I would take you to the hospital—”
She crashed her lips on mine before I could complete my words. This time she wrapped her hands tightly around my neck, making it hard for me to pull away.
She deepened the kiss, breaking down every urge I had in me to fight. To pull her away.
I don't know what came over me, but I found myself leaning in, my wolf prompting me to go further than this.
This was wrong! If for one thing, Lyria was drunk! Damn… She is not my mate to begin with!
Sniffing in her pheromones, which were all over the room, I realize why my wolf was reacting, it became obvious what this was.
That b***h added heat inducer into Lyria's drink!
“You are in heat,” I informed her after I managed to pull her away. As much as it was hard, the last thing I wanted to do was to take advantage of her.
“No… I can't be… I am… wolfless…”
“Can you just shut the f**k up and let me think of what to do?” I shouted, hoping she would be reasonable!
Our marriage was solely for alliance. I can't have that get ruined…
“Don’t think… just… just quench this… this fire,” she stammered, her golden crystal eyes piercing through me. “Please…”
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