Alpha's Fallen Angel

Chapter 48-Amara

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I grumble back at him just as we reach what I assume is the dining hall.

It's pretty textbook in what you'd expect from a castle, a long black and red table, huge matching chairs, an even bigger chair at each end of the table, and a gorgeous clear crystal chandelier hanging over the center. We all sit in the same order as we did at lunch, with the exception of my father who goes through the double doors which I assume lead to the kitchen. Not even a minute later, his twin bursts through the door making me jump.

"Holy shit! It's really you!" he says before running over to me, ripping my chair out from the table and pulling me to him in a death grip hug. I wheeze, hoping he gets the message. He must for a hot second because he pulls away and looks me over

"Well damn, last time I saw you, you needed your ass wiped by someone else, now look at you! You're damn fine!" he says before crushing me to him again

"Azrael. Let the girl breathe you mindless brute" Aylin commands nonchalantly from the table "Honestly, Amara, I didn't expect him to be this tame. You should actually be grateful"

"Jealousy is ugly on you. You're pissed I'm more excited to see her than I am you" Azrael counters, letting me go.

"You ruined my day this morning with your filthy face, and I would have been happy to retire without it ruining my night too" Aylin counters

"I'm sure you already ruined Amara's day with your scowl permanently ruining that ug-" Azrael starts, but he's cut off as a dagger goes flying past my face, missing me and Roman by mere inches and buries itself in his shoulder. My mouth falls open as Azrael pulls it from his chest

"OW! Why must you always resort to violence? I liked this shirt and you got my blood all over it" he growls, as his wound magically closes up before he tosses the dagger behind him.

It doesn't get the chance to hit the ground before it disappears back into Aylin's hand and she deposits it back to the strap on her thigh. Goddess, I thought me and Seth were bad. At the same time, my father comes out of the kitchen, a massive pot in hand

"Seriously Aylin? I leave the room for three minutes and you stab your brother?" he snaps at her

"He was annoying me, '' she says back, as if it's the most logical reason to literally stab someone "besides, it barely even hurt him. Look at him, already back on the defense ready to start more shit. Next time I'll aim for his voice box, that way I can have a few minutes of peace while it heals." she finishes

My father just shakes his head and looks at Azrael, jerking his chin towards the kitchen. A moment after they head in there, they both reappear with huge serving bowls. Azrael sets down a huge bowl of fried rice, while my father sets down another serving dish with what looks like stir fry. My stomach growls as I take everything in. I look at the massive pot my father brought in before all this, and see its a soup of some kind

"Miso soup. It's delicious" Azrael says as my father shudders

"Tastes like goldfish water to me" he says as Azrael shoots him a glare.

Azrael takes a seat across from me, and I really take him in. He's definitely a replica of our dad, the only difference being that his hair is longer and curlier, and his eyes are a light golden brown. He notices my stare and smiles

"Dig in. Sorry I couldn't see you earlier, I was in town helping out with the farmer's market." he says, I waste no time filling my plate and passing the serving bowl to Roman. I shovel a forkful in and practically moan at the taste. Holy shit, he's a good cook.

"Farmers market?" I ask between bites, again, I don't know why I keep getting surprised at the similarities between the underworld and Earth, but I do.