Fated to the Demon Queen (Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy)

Chapter 6-Aylin

"You going to finally explain to me what the deal is with you and Damon and why you had a shield around your room last night when I came to talk to you?" Azrael says, opening the door to the packhouse for me as we walk towards the dining hall for breakfast after our morning training

I heave a sigh; he'll find out eventually

"He's my mate," I say bluntly

Azrael stops in his tracks, looking at me wide-eyed

"I thought so, but hearing it come from your mouth..." his eyes darken. "Want me to kill him?" he says

He truly would if I said yes, consequences be damned, I snort, shaking my head

"No, he's too vital in this war, and after, that honor goes to me. The bastard rejected my rejection." I say with a growl, the hatred in me only growing.

I didn't want to know if he was the one who led the invasion that night...I knew he was there. It would be a new level of fucked up if he was in the castle...I don't care that he "did what he had to do." Not when it affects my people, not when it almost ruined me.

"I knew it when I saw how he reacted to you volunteering yourself to deal with the vampires' beasts, but I was hoping I misread it. How are you, Allie? Seriously?" he says, grabbing my wrists to stop me in my tracks.

I shake my head, and he purses his lips, nodding

"What does Dad say?" he asks after a moment

"You know how Father is with mate bonds," I say, frowning, and Azrael sighs but nods again.

"It's a shit situation. I hate to admit it now, but I really don't mind the guy. You know I don't hold back the truth from you; you need help. He and Samirah might be exactly what you need. You've suffered in silence way too-"

"Enough." I snap, trying to walk away, but he pulls me back

"No. You're going to listen to me, stab me after I'm done but listen. You refuse to see a therapist, even though you ordered every single demon affected by the attack that night to do so; you can barely stand to look at anything red, you block out Dad and me, and now you're blocking out your mate."

"It's fucking different, and you know it." I snarl, eyeing his throat, wondering if I can slit his voicebox without hitting a vital vessel and killing him. "Did you not just offer to kill him for me?"

"Yes, and you said no," he says, crossing his arms over his chest

"I told you wh-"

"If you wanted him dead, he would be dead. He and that female hold the same value. She would easily make up for whatever we lost from him if you killed him. That, and in our one hundred and ninety-five years together, I've never once seen you spare anyone you were determined to kill, regardless of the circumstances." he cuts me off. "I was supposed to help Samirah portal over those who wanted to fight from that hiding place of theirs; why not go with us and look around. It's literally catered to help people go through exactly what you did."

I feel my eyes turn black at his words, and I yank my arm away

"I did not go through what they did; I went through an hour of it; some of those women were their sex slaves for weeks, raped countless times. Me, once. It's not the same; they had it worse." I snarl as I walk away

I hear him sigh, and his footsteps swiftly approach me

"Well, you and I are tasked with training them. Damon and Samirah are protective over the ones that are coming, so they will oversee it. Dad will take care of Amara's training the rest of the night, and you can take over her training after breakfast while he helps me portal them over." he says