TAKING THE DEMON'S MATE

days l

Finally awake? Have some camomile tea. You look like you pulled an all-nighter, yet you slept early last ni

yself.' Arlen hissed, overt

nd for the doctor." Juliu

that." Arlen flinched when

slowed down an

er strategy to see the Widower of Beaumont Castle at night. Shapeshift

at state would reflect on his original body. Not even death was off the table. So tumbling down a

f him. All Luca did in his room was read, meditate and w

bruises and signs of fatigue, but there was n

white overall at eight in the evening. Julius tucked him in without co

ight. Could you leave th

o you need mo

en shook

ou rest. Call if

shut his eyes as th

pened in his room and returned to the bed. Satisfied, he mounts enough energy to keep him af

rling in the atmosphere to dance to the tune. And when the son

r. On her head was a lustre of raven black hair similar to Arlen's, half he

ce gown, depicting her status. On her left h

r frames lowe

hand on his cheek. She had no eyes, nose or lips. Nonetheless, Arlen could deciph

ndora holds up her hand and

oach, but I like this alpha." Arlen froze at his own words when his mother's neck becam

the nervousness. Tired, Arlen let go and sighed. "Luca is an alpha

er on her chin and focused on what she wanted to put across. Arlen bit

d paper, but Julius might hear

stands to give as many demonstrations as

ntroduce myself t

ora

put much thought into meeting the alpha in the first place. The woman floats to the bed and sits, ass

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de his window. He did not refuse when Axel invited him for a quick run. The

re they were headed, the br

aid Axel after tak

at his brother's feet which had t

ir." Axel sounded excited. Why wouldn't he when they hardly had the time to do this at home? Axel

ter, picking up the pace, hopin

nd pulling each other's toes. In one of those playful scuf

is instincts. They were maintaining this form; turning was not permitted. He goe

nh

forever? I've been waiting for you to show up in person. Return what you took from my room. If this is a plot to harm me, think agai

ist on his chest, trying to still his breath. Too many butterflies fluttered in his stomach; he had never experienced this much pressure from wa

Lu

s behind him,

he knew something was up. For the one in hiding who wished to get Beaumont alone

rd flew out. His claws popped out of

sprints past the younger. Axel's expression eased. It was unusual that a spy would br