Bloodbound To My Four Archenemies.

June 19 2026, 11:13am.

Azriel couldn’t believe he had said those words until it had slipped past his lips and echoed throughout the room. He couldn’t believe that he had turned down a good time simply because the body didn’t belong to the woman he wanted.

His eyes lowered in slight embarrassment when his three brothers turned to look at him in shock— not like he could blame them.

He loved women. That was a well-known fact.

He loved everything in skirts, pants, and everything in between.

He loved feeling people’s skin... loved touching their bodies intimately until they moaned for him and begged for more. Hell, he had even had a lot of run-ins with people in this company, people at the pack, and even slaves who wanted a taste of him.

But that was all it was— a taste. It was never more than that.

That was until Nyx’ara, the girl who had the most self-control in the world. The girl who had fire in her blood and had looked at him with eyes so cold he felt a tremor run up his spine.

The mere thought of her filled his head with images that were perilous to his mental health.

He snorted: "What? There are times I do not want women throwing themselves at me and this is one of those times!"

Still, his brothers watched him closely like they couldn’t quite believe their eyes... like they feared he must be suffering from a soul swap or something along those lines. They wondered if the guy in front of them was their brother or an imposter.

Kieran rolled his eyes. "Since when did you start to have self-control?"

Amongst the brothers, the one with the most self-control was Draven. He was focused and determined and never entertained anything as long as it had something to do with pleasure.

People often speculate that he is like that because his mother had died in his arms. She had struggled to take her last breath, clawed her way through hell and back, fought through the blood filling her throat and spilling down her dress... and she had died on him.

That had broken something in him.

Azriel snorted. "Why? Why would you say something like that?! Are you looking down at me or something?"

Rhys smiled as he rose to his feet, his eyes dancing between Azriel, the door through which Scarlett had fled, and Kieran. He drawled; "No, no one is looking down on you,"

"Kieran sure is!"

"He’s just as surprised as I am about your sudden outburst. Or are you not surprised, Draven?"

"Hum mhmn." Draven hummed, clearing up the pieces of broken pen in front of him.

Kieran, after having Draven’s backup, flashed Azriel a grin that managed to annoy the latter even more than he already was. He continued: "Anyway, now that you have sacked our current PA, how do we get another one before our meeting with the Featherington group tomorrow?"

Everyone turned to Azriel. He didn’t move. He didn’t back down. He simply continued to stare at them.

"What are we going to do?" Kieran chipped in, his gaze focused on Azriel. "Our brother here has sent our last capable employee in that aspect packing. Do we take her back...?"

"No!" Draven and Azriel said simultaneously, causing everyone to clamp their lips shut.

"She would think our words are not law and would try that shit with us one more time if we allow her to resume," Azriel said.

For a moment, Rhys contemplated asking him what was so terrible in being seduced or having people throwing themselves at them. He wondered why his overly flirty brother was suddenly so uptight. But before he could get those words out, Azriel beat him to it. He snapped;

"Everything is wrong when all people see when they look at you is a thick veiny cock. So I have come to decide that if they are horny, rather than coming to me, they can simply order a vibrator off Temu."

"Temu does not sell vibrators!" Kieran shot back, his lips pressed into a thin line as if holding back a laugh.

"And how do you know that? Have you tried to order one before from them?" Azriel hissed, his eyes shooting daggers at Kieran.

Kieran chuckled.

However, Draven, who at the time was tired of hearing the word: ’vibrator’ over and over again, rose to his feet quickly. His piercing eyes scanned the room for a moment and then he snapped; "Will you guys stop? We have something more important to worry about than stupid squishy toys!"

"They aren’t squishy..." Rhys cut in, his voice small but his brothers heard him. "They are sturdy."

And this... that finally made Draven lose it. He sighed deeply, squeezed his eyes together, and rasped through gritted teeth; "I don’t care how they feel, all I care about is tomorrow’s meeting with the Featheringtons! We need a PA before the meeting even if it’s only a temporary one."

"Or we could just postpone the meeting," Azriel supplied quietly, "tomorrow’s our wedding day, remember?"

"I’d rather we postpone the wedding than postpone a meeting that would rope in about one billion dollars into the company once they agree to work with us."

"Then let’s look for a temporary PA," Rhys said after a moment. "Since the meeting will be held at the wedding reception, we can do it. All the PA has to do is take note of all the important things that will be discussed during the meeting. Right?"

"Right."

"They ought to look pretty too. Lord Featherington has a thing for pretty ladies." Kieran added, thinking of Seraphina.

But the other brothers, especially Draven, were thinking about something utterly different. Someone they could embarrass and scorn.

Someone they could use to make themselves look good, and make people think that they allow everyone and anyone an opportunity to work with them.

After they had respectively decided, they rose to their feet, left the room, and headed downstairs with the elevator which took them all the way down to the underground parking lot. They then got into their respective cars and drove off with very conflicting thoughts in mind.

By the time they arrived home and drove into the driveway, the pack’s main house was in full swing. Maidservants were busy scampering about, running different errands all at once.

Interior decorators were turning the entire compound into something out of a fairytale novel. Warm golden lights were floating overhead, flowers hanging in places that were impossible to wrap the head around.

Large men with bulky arms carried long large tables, dragging them to the hall not so far from the main entrance. Children ran around with scattered rose petals and kitchen staff ran around with food— both raw and cooked.

All of these people stopped what they were doing when they saw the Alphas approaching. They bowed their heads, greeted, and continued to bow after they had entered the main house.

Rhys and his brothers felt a mix of emotions as they watched all the activities happening around them. All their lives, they had sworn never to tie the knot with any woman... and now, they were about to do it— with a murderer no less.

A couple of meters away from them, Seraphina stood with the controlled poise of a true Luna. She looked formidable as she barked out orders at the workers, and when she saw them, the frown on her face loosened, a small smile spread across her cheeks. Her eyes lit up and she strolled over:

"Alphas!" She called out in that overly sweet voice that grates on Rhys’ nerves. "I wasn’t expecting y’all to return so early!"

In a voice so low, it barely was above a whisper, Kieran muttered; "She should be our PA for tomorrow."

Draven didn’t even glance at him. He shook his head quickly and hissed: "No, she wouldn’t."

"Then who should?" Azriel asked, his eyes widening.

"That one!" Draven answered, pointing at a girl bent over at a corner, her dark blonde brows furrowed as she dusted off dirt from her sky blue jeans. Between her legs, a white cat, Coco, sat patiently as if waiting for her to be done.

Kieran’s eyes bulged. "Nyx’ara?"

"Yes, the murderer. She should be our PA."