Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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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 body 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 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 sex life or what you thought about my puss y.”
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