Sold To An Alpha

Mr. Robert left after the treatment, and currently, Leia was lying in their room upstairs, with Adrik seating beside her.

A low sigh exited Adrik's nose and a pessimistic expression emerged on his face as he stared at her unconscious state. 

He pinched between his brows and stood up from the bed, then moved towards the bathroom to take his bath. He stepped in, shut the door, and proceeded to have his shower.

The curtains in the room fluttered, and Azazel, who had yet to leave, appeared in the room, this time making himself visible. He glanced at the bathroom where Adrik had gone in and narrowed his eyes.

He averted his gaze from the door to Leia, who was lying on the bed, and slowly began to walk towards her. He gently sat on the edge and intently gazed at her face, an unknown glint glittering in his gray eyes. A pretty smile unexpectedly formed on his lips, and he tilted his head to one side to glimpse her more. 

A low breath escaped his nose and he slowly reached out his hands to touch her face. However, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and Adrik, who was clad in a white robe, walked out.

Azazel immediately made himself invisible and got up from the table to teleport away, but a question from Adrik had him halt and turn to look at him. 

"Who are you?" Adrik questioned with a darkened face and his eyes that stared with vigilance.

Azazel leaned his head to one side, assessing him from head to toe, but uttered not a single word. Who exactly is this guy? He doesn't seem to be just an Alpha wolf, but something more. It was never possible that an Alpha wolf would be able to sense his presence profoundly and even tell the exact spot he was standing on. Worst of all, there was this unknown dominating energy that he could sense emanating from him. That energy was something he had never sensed from an Alpha wolf before. 

"Who are you?" Adrik repeated his question, but this time in a very unfriendly tone. 

Azazel drew his head back with narrowed eyes and parted his lips to say something, but as though he had changed his mind, he turned around and teleported out of the mansion, appearing in the woods. He proceeded to return to hell, but at that moment, vigorous air blew around him and a silhouette made itself known.

"Your highness." The silhouette, who looked around the age of 30 to 35, with brown curly short hair and black eyes, bowed slightly to him, and Azazel's face darkened instantly.

"What do you want, Leviathan?" He asked in an unpleasant tone, and Leviathan rolled his eyes at him before moving towards him to grab him. "Don't you dare touch me! I will return to hell on my own!!" He glared viciously at Leviathan, and Leviathan halted, then raised his brow at him.

He chuckled softly and slightly shook his head before moving towards him to forcefully grab him by the wrist. "You never listen!" With that being said, he teleported out of the forest while holding firmly onto Azazel.

Instead of arriving in Azazel's room, they arrived inside a huge dark hall, where a pair of red sinful eyes stared at him from above a golden throne. 

"Your Majesty." Respectfully, Leviathan let go of Azazel's hand and knelt on one knee on the floor.

The person seated at the throne, who was no other than the devil himself, Lucifer, casually waved his hand at Leviathan, and Leviathan disappeared instantly. He smirked, and the hall instantly lit up as the lights came on, allowing Azazel to view him.

Azazel's face darkened deeply, and his breathing became unsteady. His hands balled into tight fists and he turned around to teleport out of the hall, but he found himself unable to move as a string of energy curled around him, holding him firmly in one place. "Let me go!" He yelled with gritted teeth, and Lucifer transpired before him in the blink of an eye. A deadly smirk emerged on his face and he harshly grabbed Azazel by the chin, lifting his face so he could gaze at him. They were so similar! No one would ever have a single doubt that they were father and son. They possessed the same features. Gray eyes, silver-colored hair, and a few other facial looks.

"You're such an unfilial son!! Is that how you talk to your father?" He smiled widely as he asked, and Azazel snatched his chin and glared at him with pure disdain in his eyes. "A heartless person like you will never be my father!" He spat in his face, and Lucifer began to chuckle mockingly. "Oh... dear son... when was I not heartless? I am the devil for goodness sake, and being heartless is one of my characteristics. If only you could be just like me, then I would be pleased, but unfortunately, you ended up being just like your mother." He shook his head in disappointment and disappeared, appearing back on his throne. He adjusted his light blue, royal-looking robe and majestically sat down on his throne, then crossed his legs and supported his head with his palm.

"I like some time alone." He shifted his gaze to Azazel and let out a whiff of air, instantly sending him back to his room. He took a deep breath then snapped his finger, causing a gust of wind that lasted for a second to blow. 

A whirlpool that allowed him to observe everything happening in the entire world materialized in front of him, and a deadly grin emerged on his face.

He clicked his tongue in disdain as he stared at the old woman and the middle-aged man who sat in an old wooden house, in front of the orb that showcased the unconscious Leia.

He shifted his gaze to Leia, who had Adrik seated beside her, and tilted his head to one side, as he fixed his gaze on Adrik with a slight smile emerging on his face.. "This will be fun."