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“Fuck,” I roar and point a finger in Triton’s direction. “You need to do something. It’s a fucking fury and I’m pretty sure it’s not the one Calvania wanted me to marry. That one didn’t carry the same scent.”

“Did you see the one Calvania wanted you to marry?” Stingray asks.

I nod. “She appeared in a puff of black smoke, snarling and angry as fuck.”

“Sounds like he wanted you to marry the angry one. I’ve read that furies are born as triplets. Three sisters where one fuels on anger, another is an avenger of murder, and...the one I think is your mate is the jealous one,” Triton states.

“Fuuuuuck, that totally makes sense.” Levan whistles low. “The way Blondie touched you? The second she was alone in the parking lot she went into the air and came back as ground beef.”

I rub a hand over my face. “I don’t need this fucking shit.”

Hushed voices make me drop my hand and I glare at my brothers who fall silent and are all staring at me.

“What?” I snap.

My brothers stay silent while Cassia says, “I’m pretty sure Sevrin and I are the prime example of the fact that you can’t fight the inevitable.”

A hellhound mating with a fury. Insane. An arranged marriage to one isn’t the same thing because the chemistry would be off-balance. Fated mates? A whole different ballgame because magic happens when the mating takes place. A connection and sharing of abilities where one completes the other. It’s a power match the world isn’t ready for.

CHAPTER FOUR

– AZALEA –

My palms are still burning when my feet hit the lawn. I glance from my home to my palms and can’t believe I marked Karev with my essence. It’s a bodily function the way sweat seeps from your pores. It’s not a natural thing, though.

Being able to mark someone with my essence means only one thing; he’s my fated mate. Nothing else activates the need to mark a man as mine. The color is gone from my hands, and while my palms still burn there’s no other trace of evidence of what just happened.

“Ah, there you are.” My sister’s voice draws my attention.

I spin around, hide my hands behind my back and squeak, “Annetta.”

Annetta rushes toward me and grabs my shoulders. “Have you heard? Alora didn’t get her hellhound husband. She’s fuuuuuming. Like bursting into flames and spitting fire.”

Out of all of my family members, Annetta is the only one who actually interacts with me. Mostly for her own benefit, but at least it’s something, right?

“Daddy must be furious as well,” I murmur.

She bobs her head. “Yes, and no. I mean, he really wanted the deal to fall through, but the hellhound got here within the deadline. Nothing to do except find another one.” She snorts. “Except, there aren’t many hellhounds, and he needs one like yesterday.”

I need one like yesterday too, but definitely in a whole different way than my father does. Ugh. The mere thought of his muscles makes my lower belly tingle. Watching him shift earlier? Hotness on a sex-stick. The man is...So. Damn. Big. Three heads, the fire, the power...he was absolutely captivating.

An immortal can only die by decapitation. A hellhound is the killing machine who is the exception to the rule. Meaning a hellhound can create a fire so hot, it can turn anyone into ash. Hellfire, they freaking breathe hellfire.

“Come. You’re late for the family meeting, as always. Dad has been trying to calm down Alora while we were waiting for you. Where were you?” Annetta asks.

“Flying around.” I shrug.

Annetta rolls her eyes. “You’re always flying around, it drives Dad insane.”

Everything drives Dad insane, so it doesn’t make much of a difference what I do. Anetta hooks her arm in mine and pulls me in the direction of the house. I can hear my sister screeching once we step inside.

I wince at the volume of my sister’s voice when we get closer to the living room until I hear her say, “I don’t want another man. I don’t want another hellhound. I. Want. Him.”

Like fuck she’ll get Karev. My fingers curl into fists and I have the urge to rip my sister’s head clean off.

We step inside the living room and my father whirls around. “Oh, good, you’re both here. Come, sit.”

I take a deep breath and try to calm down.