Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 55

Shackled (The Lord Series)

55. Alekos

Angel has always been a strong and independent woman. When she walked into my office, she showed

me that even if she was afraid of Carlos, she was willing to do what it took to save herself. The Angel

that is in my arms now is just a shadow of that woman. My blood-berthers and I broke her in just three

days. How the f uck did that happen?

Tears run down her beautiful face, and with each so b coming from her, she seems to break more. How

the f uck can I fix what I did to her? What we did to her?

Reyes grabs Angel from me, and she clings to him desperately, burying her face in the hollow of his

neck, Reyes sits on the couch and strokes her hair. It calms her.

“I don’t want to f uck with your mind,” I let her know,

I might have told Angel that, and it might have been true then, but not anymore. She is a dream come

true. I have lost count of how many nights I f ucked women jerked off thinking of her. Until I forced myself

to forget about her. Then she walked into my office, and my old feelings returned.

When the bond between her and informed, I could hardly believe it, as the demons asually needed to

spend more time with their future mate before the bond could be formed. I had hoped for a connection to

start between us then, but even so, it had been a shock.

My demon has been with me since the day I turned fifteen and I passed the Trial of Blood, but he had

never reacted to Angel during my ten years. Reyes and Stefan’s demons have never met Angel before,

yet they linked their souls to her. Because she is our bellstar.

A Leviathan is a very strong demon, and I was quite surprised when I was chosen by one on my first day

at the Blood Lodge when I was twelve. For the next three years, I spent all my Friday nights at the Blood

Lodge learning about demons and angels and what it meant to be a choun. I have never thought a

demon would pick me as his vessel, assuming I would be one of those that would serve the chesen, but

as I look at Angel, Lam glad I passed the ritual and became a blood-brother. And in a few years, I will

start my training as a future Elder. My demon and my all my hard work since I first stepped inside the

Blood Lodge have secured that position for me.

Bulls hit.”

it.” Angel says against Reyes’ neck.

The corners of my mouth hitched. Angel is my hellstar. I should have guessed it. Since first seeing her in

the high school courtyard, I have been attracted to her like a bear to the honeypot. My demon has been

quiet, though, and only reacted to her when she came to me to ask for help. Maybe because back then,

she wasn’t an adult?

I sit next to Reyes and caress Angel’s leg. She recoils from my touch. “Is f ucking my loose pu ssy and

mind enough payment to get me out of this city?” she asks alter she cleans her face with the sleeve of

her shirt.

Iench my teeth. “I am sorry for saying you are loose. You are not. Best pus sy I’ve had. And you are not

going anywhere.”

From the moment the bond broke, the spark she always had in her eyes had disappested, and for a

moment, it flickers again. “I might be broken now, but I will leave. I would rather have Carlos torture me

and have all his men f uck my loose pus sy than stay with you any longer. After all, you said I wasn’t a

virgin, and I was damaged goods.”

Inb a hand over my face. “You are not damaged goods. I was an as s when I said you weren’t a virgin.”

When can I leave?” Angel insists.

“You are not leaving.” Reyes is beyond frustrated with her insistence on leaving. “And if a Duke touches

what belongs to me, Heaven will burn!” His eyes turn red.

“What’s happening to your eyes?” she asks.

“My demon,” Reyes lets her know. His eyes

return to normal. “He is not very fond of the angels.”

Angel looks confused, and I know have to explain many things to her, but first, I need to confess

something to her. I pull her into my lap. She tries to stand, but I hold her tight by her hips. “Carlos will

never touch the woman I love.”

Angel turns even sadder. “Love me? You don’t know what love is, Alekos. All you know is how to f uck

gorgeous women with big t it s. And make my life a living hell.”

If she only knew what her b*dy did to me.

Cupping her right ti t, I say, “I f ucking love your ti ts. I have been obsessed with them since I saw you in

that bikini, which left nothing to the imagination. I have f ucked many women, but it was because I was

trying to forget about you. And if you give me another chance, I will make you happy.”

55. Alekos

She snorts. “Please You f ucked my best friend and bragged about it to my face. I will never be happy

with you.”

Reyes’ eyebrows shoot up.

I need to make her understand how much I love her, no matter what. “Salma was never your friend. She

was jealous of you, and I was a homy, stu pid teenage boy that couldn’t get in the pants of the girl he

liked. I loved you back then, too, but you barely looked my way.”

“You were only interested in me during high school because I was the only girl fin

from a Duke’s family who would speak to you, not because you loved me. I doubt you know what love Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

means. For a while, I thought our friendship was special, but you made it clear to me that I am not

something special-that I am just a st upid bicch with a loose pus sy.” She might say she is broken, but

there is still fine left in her. She looks at Stefan. “You even recorded it and sent the video to Carlos! I am

sur he forwarded into everyone I know How the hell will I face my friends now? Not to mention that

Carlos knows I am with you. It won’t be long until he finds me Maybe it is for the best.”

“Carlos is not going to touch you, ever!” Reyes says angrily. “As for the video, Stefan will make sure it will

disappear from existence

Stefan narrows his eyes

Angel’s shoulders drop. “I don’t care. The damage is already done. Even if the video is gone, I will still be

the Laughingstock of everyone.”

“Who cares what the Dukes think?” Stefan ask

“I care!” Angel retorts.

Stefan snorts. “I thought you didn’t care.”

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“I care about what my friends think, not what you do.” She stares into my eyes. Sadness and pain and

defeat reflect in her gaze, but she still fights us. “I never once planned for my father to know about my

S** life or what you thought about my puss y.”

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