Alpha's Fallen Angel
Chapter 48-Amara

We trained for a good 3 hours, mostly just perfecting my aim with magic and quickening my movements with it. I had a few moments of doing something I didn’t know I could do, one of them being that I accidentally took away Aylin’s sight and hearing. It took me a couple minutes to figure out how to give them back to her, at which point she magically threw me across the field and threatened to rip out my esophagus if I ever did that to her again. I had wanted to go watch my dad kick Roman’s ass but I was too caught up with my own training.

Aylin was a badass, it seemed like she was trained in everything-hand to hand, magic, and she was a boss ass bitch with her dagger. I practically begged her to train me with a dagger and twin blades. I did get the upper hand on her once or twice, but both times she managed to get her dagger and held it to wherever she would have stabbed me. I guess I should be proud that she has over 250 years of experience on me and I held my own.

The two of us plus Roman and dad are walking back to the castle, and Roman is practically carrying me. When I asked who won the fight, he simply said it was a draw and my father just smirked. Honestly, I don’t know if I believe him. I don’t think he’s willing to admit he got whooped.

“Do you think everyone else is awake yet? I’m starving but I don’t want to eat again without them” I ask no one in particular

“Portaling takes a lot of energy out of morals the first time, they’ll likely sleep until the morning. We had food brought up to them for lunch, and gave them a spelled bell that would alert the servants and myself if they woke up and were hungry or wanted to leave their chambers.” Aylin responds

“Oh” I said, feeling a little disappointed. I couldn’t wait for them to experience this beautiful world with me, and I wanted them to get to know the rest of my family.

“Azrael is cooking us dinner now, so that’s where we’re going” she says

“In our workout clothes?” I ask looking down at myself, I still have bruises that are healing and I’m covered in dirt, grass and a little blood. Not that I would eat in anything different at home, but it seems…out of place to do it in a castle among royals.

“It’s just family, occasionally the Duke and Duchess join us, but I doubt they will be there tonight and even if they were, it’s a rather informal relationship behind closed doors…similar to Roman and his beta” my father cuts in

“Fair enough.” I say, giddy to meet Azrael “wait, Azrael cooks dinner for you guys? Often?” Goddess, the Alpha’s son back at Red Moon pack never lifted a finger, I often wondered if he had the omegas wipe his ass for him.

“Of course, he loves to cook and it gives the servants and cooks the evening off. Him and I often take turns. I’ll probably cook tomorrow. Do you like to cook?” my dad asks

“I wouldn’t say I enjoy it, but I can and do cook. I did all the cooking in my household at my previous pack. I was home all day and Sophie can’t cook to save her life. You know I watched her burn spaghetti once? While the pasta was boiling! And well, the dickhead I lived with couldn’t be bothered with “female tasks”. I did actually enjoy doing it though before I had no choice but to. My mom taught me, we would spend hours in the kitchen together, even when I was a pup” I say with a soft smile

I still remember my favorite dishes she taught me to make, some of her signatures. I never ever cooked them for Felix, it felt like I was violating the memory if I did, but I would happily do it for all the family I have here with me.

“Maybe I can help tomorrow! My mother’s chicken marsala recipe is the best. Plus, I’ve gotten spoiled always having my meals cooked for me at the packhouse” I say, looking up at Roman with a cheeky smile

“Did I ever voice any objections to you cooking for me? Actually, if I recall correctly, I told you I could eat your food for every single meal when you cooked at my mom’s cottage” he says back to me and nudges me, forgetting that he was half the reason I was still upright and I almost trip, but he grabs my elbow and steadies me.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I grumble back at him just as we reach what I assume is the dining hall.

It’s pretty textbook in what you’d expect from a castle, a long black and red table, huge matching chairs, an even bigger chair at each end of the table, and a gorgeous clear crystal chandelier hanging over the center. We all sit in the same order as we did at lunch, with the exception of my father who goes through the double doors which I assume lead to the kitchen. Not even a minute later, his twin bursts through the door making me jump.

“Holy shit! It’s really you!” he says before running over to me, ripping my chair out from the table and pulling me to him in a death grip hug. I wheeze, hoping he gets the message. He must for a hot second because he pulls away and looks me over

“Well damn, last time I saw you, you needed your ass wiped by someone else, now look at you! You’re damn fine!” he says before crushing me to him again

“Azrael. Let the girl breathe you mindless brute” Aylin commands nonchalantly from the table “Honestly, Amara, I didn’t expect him to be this tame. You should actually be grateful”

“Jealousy is ugly on you. You’re pissed I’m more excited to see her than I am you” Azrael counters, letting me go.

“You ruined my day this morning with your filthy face, and I would have been happy to retire without it ruining my night too” Aylin counters

“I’m sure you already ruined Amara’s day with your scowl permanently ruining that ug-” Azrael starts, but he’s cut off as a dagger goes flying past my face, missing me and Roman by mere inches and buries itself in his shoulder. My mouth falls open as Azrael pulls it from his chest

“OW! Why must you always resort to violence? I liked this shirt and you got my blood all over it” he growls, as his wound magically closes up before he tosses the dagger behind him.

It doesn’t get the chance to hit the ground before it disappears back into Aylin’s hand and she deposits it back to the strap on her thigh. Goddess, I thought me and Seth were bad. At the same time, my father comes out of the kitchen, a massive pot in hand

“Seriously Aylin? I leave the room for three minutes and you stab your brother?” he snaps at her

“He was annoying me, ″ she says back, as if it’s the most logical reason to literally stab someone “besides, it barely even hurt him. Look at him, already back on the defense ready to start more shit. Next time I’ll aim for his voice box, that way I can have a few minutes of peace while it heals.” she finishes

My father just shakes his head and looks at Azrael, jerking his chin towards the kitchen. A moment after they head in there, they both reappear with huge serving bowls. Azrael sets down a huge bowl of fried rice, while my father sets down another serving dish with what looks like stir fry. My stomach growls as I take everything in. I look at the massive pot my father brought in before all this, and see its a soup of some kind

“Miso soup. It’s delicious” Azrael says as my father shudders

“Tastes like goldfish water to me” he says as Azrael shoots him a glare.

Azrael takes a seat across from me, and I really take him in. He’s definitely a replica of our dad, the only difference being that his hair is longer and curlier, and his eyes are a light golden brown. He notices my stare and smiles

“Dig in. Sorry I couldn’t see you earlier, I was in town helping out with the farmer’s market.” he says, I waste no time filling my plate and passing the serving bowl to Roman. I shovel a forkful in and practically moan at the taste. Holy shit, he’s a good cook.

“Farmers market?” I ask between bites, again, I don’t know why I keep getting surprised at the similarities between the underworld and Earth, but I do.

“Yes, it’s a newer thing. One of the demons who traveled to earth for a decade or so, came back and said they were a huge hit, bringing together large crowds and whatnot. Plus, it gives the farmers a way to get rid of their surplus food and other smaller businesses to promote themselves. This is only the second one but both times over half the town came, and almost all the vendor’s shelves were empty” he says and I catch Aylin nodding her head in approval

“So I assume the vote for the farmer’s market to stay won?” she asks

“I don’t think there was one single no. So I guess we’ll make it a weekly thing. Honestly, it was pretty fun. Good food too.” he responds

“Have you ever been to Earth?” Roman asks Azrael

“No, not yet anyways. Never had a reason to go, or much of an interest. Although, I guess I have a reason now. Hope your packhouse can fit me! I’ll be spending a lot of time there now that you’re back. We’ve got 20 years worth of bonding to do, you know. Don’t worry though, I’m much more likable than Queen RBF over there” he says to us and I can’t help but crack a smile.

“If I lived here my whole life I guess I couldn’t blame you. It’s gorgeous.” I say and Roman nods his agreeance

“I never had any relatives who visited here, but I can’t imagine why.” Roman says

“Those who travel to Earth frequently or take up residence are often well over 1000 years old and restless. I can’t say I blame them, I would want a change after 1000 years if the first 700 weren’t so eventful” my father adds in.

I don’t say anything, but I can imagine. Roman and I would only have probably another 30 years running the pack before we would pass it on to our firstborn and then…eternity to do whatever. I push the thought out. The idea of immortality makes me uncomfortable, and I’m mourning mortality that I never had.

We continue to eat, making small talk. Once I’ve finished my second helping of food and my fourth glass of wine, I excuse myself and head to our room.

‘Do you want me to come with you?’ Roman asks through the link

‘Only if you’re ready, you can stay and talk a little bit. I’m just going to shower and head to bed. My ass is beat’

‘I’ll meet you in the shower, just give me a few minutes, love’ he says and I nod. Honestly, I’m glad he’s bonding with them.

I painstakingly try to remember the way to our room, I make a few wrong turns because this fucking castle is a maze, meant to trap people, but I eventually find my way. Immediately, I strip, grateful to get these sweat soaked clothes off me, and my bra off to free the girls.

I go to step in the bathroom and holy shit, it’s gorgeous. The shower is huge, as expected, but what takes my breath away is that one of the entire walls in the shower is a window. It’s the equivalent of night now, and the moon gleamed in the sky. It was huge and magnificent, giving off an ethereal silver and white glow that bounced off the black marble of the shower. I stood there, completely naked, awestruck as I stared at the moon. The moon on earth had nothing on this one, it ate up the sky, demanding your attention. No full moon, blood moon, blue moon, any earthy phenomenon could compare to this. It was captivating, bringing me peace just by looking at me, and my skin ate up the silver light it gave off. I felt…alive and energized.

I have no idea how long I’ve been standing here, but the hands that wrap around my waist and pull me to a naked chest tell me it’s probably been a hot second. I close my eyes and lean my head back into Roman’s shoulder, breathing in his lavender and bamboo scent, allowing it to bring me even more peace than I already felt.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” I whisper, not breaking my stare at the moon

“It is, but you’re far more enticing. Shall we shower now?” he says, squeezing me tighter to him.

I simply nod as he turns on the showerheads, one on each side of the wall. I break my stare at the moon as I reach up and pull my hair out of its bun, allowing my long black curls to tumble down my back, and step into the hot water. I allow it to beat on my back, loosening my muscles as Roman does the same. I go to reach for my shampoo, but he grabs my wrist.

“Can I wash your hair?” he says, and I nod as he squeezes the sweet coconut smelling liquid into his hand. When he massages it into my scalp, I drop my head back giving him a better angle. I’m practically purring as he pulls me into the water again and rinses the shampoo from my hair, and he doesn’t miss a beat as he starts to condition it. When he rinses that out he wraps his arms around me again, pulling me back into him

“Goddess, Amara, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he whispers into my neck as his hands trail down my arms. “There is never a moment that passes where I’m not absolutely mesmerized by you. Your beauty, that brilliant mind of yours. I walk in here, expecting to shower and go to sleep, but I find you bathed in the moon, gazing at it with those beautiful green eyes sparkling. And all I can do is stare at you like a bloody idiot.`` My breath hitches as his hands roam over my stomach and make idle circles.

I arch my back into him, but he doesn’t advance his hand. He just lets it circle my lower stomach as he places kisses up and down my neck.

“You are a goddess, you know that?” he says into my neck, his voice a low growl that vibrates every part of me, bringing every nerve alive, and I can’t help but grind into him. He’s already rock hard behind me, but his hands stop circling my belly and grab my hips, stilling them. I let out a needy whine.

“A goddess deserves to be worshiped.” he says as he trails kisses down my back, when he reaches my tailbone his hands grab my ass, spreading me, and baring me to him. I feel the loss of his body against my back before I notice him kneeling under me.

My hands are on the wall as his gaze meets my weeping pussy, and before I even know what I’m doing, one hand is on the wall, the other in his hair as I pull him to me. He licks a long line from my entrance to my clit, before he circles it several times with the tip of his tongue. I have to stop my knees from giving out on me as his hands grab both sides of my ass to keep me upright. His tongue starts to go side to side, and I grind myself into his face, taking what I want. I’m a moaning mess when I feel him slip two fingers inside me and as he pumps them, I can’t hold it back. I quiver around his fingers, his tongue never leaving as he strokes me with it. The pleasure flooding me in waves before its too much and I pull his head back and stare down at him

“Please, I need you” I say. He doesn’t waste another beat before he’s standing behind me again, rubbing himself against my entrance

“Please, please Roman” I say again and I feel his resolve break as he slides into me effortlessly. He stills for a moment, letting out a low groan before he pulls out and thrusts back in again. My hands find the wall again, bracing for the pounding I’m about to receive, but he continues to pump in and out of me slowly and I go crazy.

“So beautiful” he says as he pulls out and thrusts back in “so responsive” thrust “made for me” thrust

“Please, Roman, please fuck me” I whisper and he growls.

He stills, grabbing my hands and bringing them behind me to my tailbone, and pushing the nape of my neck, forcing my face into the wall. As soon as my cheek is against the cool granite, he unleashes himself. He’s pounding in and out of me endlessly, bringing me to new levels of euphoria. His unrelenting thrusts force me to push back against him as I feel myself start to tighten around him

“Fuck, Amara” he growls, picking up his pace, his arm reaching around me and finding my clit. He grabs it between his middle and ring finger and it undoes me. I let out a small shout as I feel the waves of my orgasm start to consume me. I pulse around him and he pounds into me, once, twice, and then stills. He coats my walls just as I come down from my high.

I push myself off the wall as I turn to him. My lips crush against his as he pulls me to him, tighter than before.

“Exquisite. You’re absolutely exquisite, Amara. Goddess I love you” he whispers against my mouth as he breaks the kiss.

“I love you, oh my goddess I love you so much, Roman” I whimper back as I wrap my arms around him and sink my head into his neck. He rubs up and down my back for a few beats before he pulls me away.

“Let’s get you washed the rest of the way, come on baby” he says as I sluggishly nod, reaching for the soap but he stills me. A second passes before I feel him run a washcloth over my body, washing me. When he’s done, he holds me under the warm water before I feel him lift me and I open my eyes enough to walk out of the bathroom. He wraps a towel around me and dries me off before carrying me to bed and tucking me in

“Just give me a few minutes, I’m going to finish my shower and then I’ll lay next to you and hold you all night my love” he whispers.

The one conscious part of me left waits for him to crawl back into bed, the rest of me fading in and out of blissful sleep. The second I feel his side of the bed dip and his warm, strong arms wrap around me, that part let’s go and sleep crashes into me

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