Page 4 of The Demon's Pet

Someone with far more authority than anyone in this stupid town.

“Something funny, mortal?” The angel arched a thick brow, drawing to his full, much-taller-than-me height.

I immediately sobered. “No.”

His gaze lingered on me for a moment, and the dark, heated brown of his eyes reminded me of dark rum.

It looked equally intoxicating.

No. No way. I couldn’t have thoughts like that. I didn’t fall for alphas. And angels were like the alphas of alphas.

I’d die before I perved on one.

But his abs did look like they’d be so hard under that shirt…

Fuck. I wanted him.

I felt his eyes on me again. Then, as if he had to tear them away, he looked to Zane and folded his arms.

“I asked you a question.”

“I—I’m sorry, what? I forgot,” Zane said. Sweat dampened his forehead, and all of the betas around me didn’t look too reassured by the fact that their alpha wasn’t acting so alpha right now.

The angel was deathly quiet, save for the slight rustle of his feathers as his wings moved slightly. They were upright and folded, arching out from behind him and falling in straight lines to the ground, making him look more like a classic biblical angel.

He cocked his head, and the cracks in his neck punctuated the ominous silence. “I hate bullies.”

“Sam, stop,” a voice called out from farther down the street, and I looked up to see three more angels standing behind him, their wings various shades of white to gray. None were black like his.

The small, rundown street around us with its small, modest buildings and shops looked like an odd backdrop for such powerful, beautiful, celestial creatures.

The giant wings drew me most. More badly than I wanted to eat like a pound of chocolate by myself, I wanted to just reach out and touch a single feather of Sam’s wings.

He’d probably puke if touched by a lowly omega.

“Get out of here,” Sam said. “Go home and prepare for the ceremony, all of you.”

Zane and his cronies scattered, running down the street as fast as their shifter feet could carry them, leaving me alone on the pavement with these guys.

But what kind of angel had black wings and tattoos?

Sam nudged my foot with his, his lip curling in disgust. His long lashes shaded his eyes, making them look even more dark and sinful. His lips pressed into a tight line. “Stop staring at me and go, you idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot,” I muttered, unable to stop myself. Oh no. Oh holy shit, I was fucked. I’d just spoken back to an angel.

I’d always been told my mouth would get me into trouble. Oh well, maybe if these angels obliterated me, I wouldn’t have to go to the mating ceremony.

The angel went silent and still above me, and it felt like a dangerous sign.

But my stupid mouth wasn’t done. The rage inside me at being mocked by this gorgeous, powerful creature had stung me right to the core.

“And I may be an omega, but you’re not my alpha, so you can’t tell meshit.”

One of the other angels stepped forward with a gasp. “Mortal, do not—”

Sam put up a hand. “Shut it, Os.”

Os, a gorgeous angel with dark skin and wings tinged purplish-gray, stepped back and out of sight as Sam continued to glare down at me.

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