My Demon, My Love... - A Slave's Redemption

Azlyn turned around and began scanning the tree line for any sign of Reve. She had to wait; she had to give him time to catch up with her. She could never live with herself if she left him behind and never saw him again. She was certain that there was no way that those two guards were able to subdue him; Reve should have been able to shake them off without much issue.

The more time that passed, the more uncertain Azlyn became. How could Reve not have caught up to her yet? What if more guards had come and she had left him to fend for himself? She looked down at the bracelet around her wrist. For a moment, a horrifying thought, danced through her mind.

“What if Reve had always intended that I go through the portal alone? What if that is why he was so insistent that we needed this bracelet?”

Azlyn quickly shook the thought from her mind. Reve would not do that to her. They loved each other, and they were going to escape this realm together. He would never want her to go through this alone.

Azlyn was caught up in her thoughts, and she did not hear the figure sneaking up on her left side. By the time that she realized that someone was there, it was too late.

“Gotcha!” A familiar voice snarled, sending chills down Azlyn’s spine. You are reading on nоvelceo.com, the official source.

Rough, calloused hands grasped at her left wrist and began prying at the bracelet, attempting to force it away from her skin. Azlyn turned to confront her assaulter only to realize that she was standing face to face with Jacan, one of the guards whom had attempted to rape her in the shower. Her skin crawled at the sight of him and her gut-wretched. She fought to hold back the vomit that threatened to rise. In this moment, Jacan took advantage of the situation and ripped her bracelet from her wrist.

“Where’s your prince now?” Jacan taunted. “Not come to save you this time?”

Azlyn struggled against him, attempting to free herself from his grasp. He laughed mockingly at her attempts. She did the only thing that she could think to do and swung a leg for his crotch, only to find herself blocked by a protective cup.

“Good try.” Jacan sneered. “Now, my turn.”

Jacan brought his left hand across his body and swung it back, hard; crashing his knuckles against Azlyn’s cheek. The impact was so forceful that it caused Azlyn to stumble backwards; her vision blurred, momentarily. She shook her head trying to regain her bearings.

“Azlyn!” A voice bellowed, followed by the sound of branches being snapped with urgency.

Reve came rushing out of the forest, in full primal-state. Jacan moved to react but did not have time to prepare before Reve had already ripped him away from Azlyn. They started to wrestle on the ground, each attempting to pin the other. Jacan began to release his primal side in an attempt to match Reve’s strength and size. However, his efforts were to no avail.

Reve was much stronger and more powerful than Jacan, even when he was not in his primal form. Not to mention, Reve was far better trained than Jacan had ever been. Reve overpowered Jacan and used his knee to pin his right arm in place. While Reve punched Jacan’s face several times in an effort to subdue him.

Jacan’s blood splattered all over Reve’s fists, but this did not slow Reve down. Reve took his hands and wrapped them around Jacan’s throat. He slowly squeezed it as tightly as he could. Jacan began to struggle and thrash against him. Reaching for Reve’s hands in effort to make him let go.

“I told you that I never wanted to see you anywhere near Azlyn ever again. I thought I had made myself clear, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Could you?” Reve whispered to Jacan, wanting these to be the last words he would ever hear.

Jacan’s skin began to turn a sickly color as his oxygen-starved blood attempted to continue pumping through his veins. Reve smiled down at him before giving one more powerful squeeze, crushing Jacan’s windpipes.

Reve stared down at the lifeless body in his hands for several minutes. He was so caught up in the moment that he had almost forgotten where he was and what he was doing. The thrill of the battle had been all that raged through his mind. Until he heard it; that small, sweet voice that beckoned him back to himself every time…

“Reve…” Azlyn called for him.