Azrael sat at the throne, on his lap sat his mate who rested her head on his shoulder and gently ran her fingers through his soft hair. She was happy making a soft purr-like sound, now very happy. He kissed her forehead as many of the woman who came to see him started to stare and then leave. Drizella gave every woman in sight a dark look, a few snarls had left her when some came too close. Azrael was hers only.
As if to make matters worse, he forgot about dealing with Emily who now entered the throne room. Drizella protectively growled, shifting slightly as Azrael rested his hand on her thigh to calm her. Her fangs were bared as her grey eyes darkened.
If her mate was going to have woman lusting after him, she'd make them all leave. Before she could do anything. Azrael grasped her by he
