God's Beautiful Mistake

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3rd POV:

Azealah watched as a female Demon walked closer and closer to her mate.

It was obvious that the female is a Demon because of the dark power that was oozing out from her. Azealah stood there nervously as she didn't know whether to go and get her mate but that would just seem too desperate of her. She didn't want him to find her possessive side annoying. She also couldn't just stand there while a female is approaching her mate with a heated look. She might be naive but she wasn't stupid.

She knew that look. It's the same look that Azron gives her all the time.

She decided she has had enough swimming for today and got out of the pool.

Just as the female stood in front of Azron, Azealah got closer to get her towel and now she could hear their conversation.

No matter how hard she tried to not eavesdrop, she still couldn't help but listen to them. It was as if she has no control over her hears as they tuned in to Azron's and the still mysterious female's conversation as everything else was blocked.

She still couldn't help but feel a little nervous especially with being around a woman that's way more beautiful than her.

"Long time no see Azron." Said the unknown woman as she sounded like she was choking. Azealah looked up at her worried but all she saw was the determination in the woman's eyes.

So she wasn't choking, grumbled Azealah in her brain. Azealah almost gasped out loud as she realized that she secretly wished the woman would choke and get away from Azron to get a cup of water.

An Angel wasn't allowed to think these thoughts. It's simply wasn't allowed in Heaven to think about harming others. But being in Hell must have unblocked some of the stuff she wasn't allowed to do or think.

She saw Azron simply nod his as he continued to stare down the woman.

The Angel found herself disappointed when she didn't see the usual glare Azron has, he was just staring.

Azealah didn't want to jump to conclusions, the woman could simply be just a friend of Azron just like Meredith is.

Azealah continued with drying herself with the towel as she listened to their conversation.

"I came here as soon as I heard my man was out of prison." Choked out the woman again. Azealah now understood that her choking must have been an attempt at purring.

A giggle slipped through the Angel's mouth uncontrollably as she was thinking the woman's purring was choking the entire time.

Her giggle brought Azron's attention at her as he gave her a curious look. The woman in front of him glared at her but dropped the glare once Azron looked back at her.

She immediately sobered up from her giggling as she processed that the woman called Azron her man.

Azealah looked at the towel that was in her hands with a confused expression as she thought of all the possibilities that could lead the woman to call Azron hers.

She couldn't come up with one explanation no matter how hard she thought. She stopped thinking when she heard the woman speak again,

"Maybe we could get some alone time? Like how we used to do all the time back then."

She saw Azron give a thoughtful look but shook his head. This immediately brought a frown towards the woman's face.

"No Amara."

So Amara is the name of the woman, Azealah thought. She has absolutely no clue what she meant by "alone time" but she figured Amara was just trying to talk with Azron alone.