Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

NOELLE "What did you just say?!" My adoptive father yells, his spit splashing on my face. My cheek burns, my ear throbbing from the force of the slap he's just unleashed on me. Tears prick my eyes, bile threatening to push up my throat. "I said, no!" I cry out, my voice cracking. I am so sick of it. I have a family, but it feels like I don't! "How dare you talk back to me, you ungrateful brat?!" He hisses, and I flinch. "I'm not marrying a stranger just because you want me to. If you're so desperate to marry off one of your daughters in return for money, Eleanor is—" The second slap lands harder. My vision blurs as pain radiates through my face. My short black hair falls into my eyes, and I gasp, barely managing to stay upright. Behind him, Eleanor whimpers softly, clutching our mother's arm. Her nails are perfectly manicured, her dress spotless. She looks fragile and delicate, she's everything I've never been allowed to be. "You will not say my daughter's name with tha

NOELLE The morning air bites at my cheeks as I step out of Azren's building, the glass doors sliding shut behind me. He’d been asleep when I’d sneaked out. My legs still feel like jelly, every step reminding me of last night. My body aches in places I didn't know could ache, but it's a good ache. My cheeks burn just thinking about it. He stalked me. As crazy and wrong as that should sound, my stomach flutters. A man like Azren—tall, lethal, and beautiful in a way that feels unfair—had been watching ‘me.’ He knew my name, my schedule, and probably the exact route I took home every night. And instead of running for the hills, I'm... blushing hard. God, what is wrong with me? I tug my coat tighter around myself and hurry towards the main street, trying to outrun the memories. His mouth on my neck. His hands pinning my wrists. The way he looked at me like I was something precious. I press my thighs together instinctively and nearly stumble over a crack in the sidewalk.

AZREN Three months of hell. The hell that began the moment I woke up from the first sleep I've had in years because of her. But she was gone. I told myself not to search for her. She was better off without a creature like me. But with each passing day, the voices of the spirits screaming in my head drove me towards insanity. Then I learned that my mate was to get married to Haden, the jackass alpha who has fought me over everything. I only promised myself that I would take a peek and make sure she is well. I just didn't expect...this. Gods, she is a sight for sore eyes, fuller than the last time I saw her. But the pain in her amber eyes...it takes my fucking breath away. Even the blissful silence is back. Noelle grabs fistfuls of my shirt. "Take me with you," she begs, her voice cracking. "Please. They're coming—I can hear them—" I tilt my head and listen for the thunderous footsteps approaching. Haden's men. They are closing in from all directions. Running is useles

NOELLE Hours later, the door shuts behind Azalea and their mother, Danika. Apparently, they had somewhere important to go and couldn't wait to hang out with me soon. She had insisted that I call her, like we were already family. And now, the penthouse suddenly feels too small. Too full of him. Azren hasn't moved from the chair across from me. He's still in the same black shirt he wore when he teleported us to the penthouse, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His elbows rest on the dining table, his hands loosely clasped, but his eyes... they're different now. They aren't blank like before. They are hungrier and darker, like the eyes of a predator deciding whether to pounce or play. My stomach flips. Heat crawls up my neck so fast I have to press my thighs together under the oversized shirt which I borrowed from Azalea. Technically, she raided his closet for me. It smells like him. And God help me, I can't help but be hyperaware. Every time I shift, the fabric brushes my skin a

NOELLE Azren’s hand wraps around my wrist before I can retreat to my room. I freeze, my breathing quickening. What is he trying to do? I know what I heard. If he's trying to deceive me— "She's my doctor," he blurts out, and I whirl around, bewildered. "What?" He sighs, limping slightly as he moves closer to me until he's all I can smell and see. "She was administering my medication," he sighs, stepping aside. The blonde woman waves a large needle and syringe in front of my face, and I nearly pass out at the sight of it. Only the syringe is the size of Azren's forearm. "How is that—" Blood drains from my face. Azren bends over a little, pulling up one leg of his loose black pants to reveal a bandage wrapped around his thigh. It's stained with blood. "He requires a larger dose since he's a literal powerhouse, plus a needle that works like a drill. And we have to be very careful about it so he doesn't heal and end up with the needle stuck inside," the woman deadpans, and I