Cold Hearted Bitch (Bunch of Bitches book 3)

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4. Zeke’s past life #1 part 1

A/N: I don’t know how to explain this so I kind of won’t. I’m showing the passage of time through telling you Amay’s/Azula’s age because that will kind of tell you what type of Amay/Azula will be in the story (if that makes sense.) As I was writing this, I realized it was kind of long, so I’m going to split it into two parts. The past life stuff is suppose to be kind of like a one shot, and I’m coming to the realization that I kind of suck at those lol.

Azula’s age: 3,000

Unknown’s POV

Father drags me into the town’s center. Everything feels too bright, too loud, and overwhelming. I already miss the dark silence of my room.

I gaze at him pleadingly, knowing he won’t respond. His blue eyes meet mine with a look of indifference. He doesn’t care. These people’s deaths mean money and renown for him.

I turn my eyes to people bustling along. I watch families go about their business. Tears gather in my eyes. They’re all going to die, and it’s going be my fault. Father grabs the necklace around my neck and yanks off my neck.

The gold chain is the only thing keeping my power under control. The feeling of constraint leaves me as my power run free. It affects the adults first. Some of them keel over, dying immediately.

The others are not so lucky. Panic ensues as everyone begins rapidly aging. Carriages crash as the horse pulling them dies. Father pushes me forward.

“Move, boy,” he commands. “Make me repeat myself and you’ll be spending time in the room.”

I feel my heart stop. I don’t want to go in there. I start walking. The last thing I want is spend time there. I shudder just thinking about it, but if there’s a way for me to stop people from dying, I’m going to take it. I’m tired of people dying because of me.

I stop moving. Father grabs me by the hair and starts pulling me forward. I fight against him.

“Now is not the time to rebel,” he says before chanting. My body stiffens before falling over. “If the sight of them dying bothers you so much, I can help with that.”

He starts chanting again. Thankfully, his spells only affect me for a short time. I stand up just in time for my right eye to start hurting. I clutch it as the pain increases suddenly and just as quickly stop.

I remove my hand from my eye but notice I can’t see out of it. My heart drops. If he blinds me, I’ll never be able to escape him. Father starts chanting again. I can’t let him finish that spell.

I lunge forward and snatch the necklace from his hand. I punch him the face. The force of my punch sends him flying off to the right. My hands shake as I look them in shock. I’ve never hit Father before. It’s usually the other way I around.

I snap myself out of it. I need to use this opportunity to get away from him. I turn in the opposite direction and run.


It’s been a month since I ran from my father. I shiver as the cold bites into my skin. It’s only the beginning of winter, but this place is already covered in layers of snow.

I’m not going to last long here. As if the world heard my thoughts, everything goes wrong. The sound of ice breaking is the only warning I get before my legs are encased in ice, leaving me unable to move.

“What are you doing on my land, intruder,” a feminine voice asks from behind me.

I turn my head and see a woman walking towards me. Her clothes are strange. She’s wearing trousers and form fitting shirt. They are completely inappropriate for winter, but she seems unaffected by the cold.

She looks like the epitome of winter with her snow white hair and her icy blue eyes. Something about her screams dangerous, down to look on her face and to her intimidating height.

I am not a short man, but I think the top of my head barely reaches the bottom of her chin. I panic as she reaches for me. I lean back, since I’m unable to move my legs.

“Don’t touch me,” I shout. “I’ll kill you.”

“You think you’re in position to threaten me?”

“I’m not threatening you. I’m warning you. People die when they touch me.” she cocks her head.


“They,” I pause as I think of all the people that died because of me. “They age really fast and turn into dust.”

“How interesting,” she says before placing her hand on my shoulder.

“No!” I try pushing her off. Maybe it won’t be too late to save her, but her grip is like iron. A few seconds pass, and nothing happens to her. I stare at her in shock. “What are you?”

“I am an ice phoenix and your mate.” She holds my face. “Sleep.”

Everything goes dark.


I wake up in a soft bed. I sit up and look around. The room that I’m in is fancier than even my father’s room. I feel uncomfortable just being in here. I stretch, noticing that my wounds have been bandaged and that my body has been cleaned.

“So that necklace keeps your power in check,” a voice asks, causing me to jump. I turn and see the strange woman standing in the doorway. I nod.

“Did anyone die because me,” I ask.

“Nobody that wasn’t happy to.” I stare at her in confusion,

“So people did die.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes! I’m tired of being a monster.”

“We’ll see.”

“See what?”

“If you’re a monster.” I move toward the edge of the bed.

“Thank you very much, Miss,” I trail off as I realize I don’t know her name.


“Miss Azula, thank you for everything you’ve done for me, but I have to go.” In a blink, she right in front of me, pushing me back down onto the bed.

“You should rest. I’m surprised you haven’t died yet given the state of your body.” I grab her wrist.

“Unfortunately, I’m a difficult person to kill. Resting won’t make much of difference to my recovery.”

“Don’t fight me on this, Mate. It will not end well for you.” My eyes widen. Did I just end up trading one captor for another?

“What are you going to do?” She says nothing as her eyes search mine. She holds my free hand.

“Do you feel this?”

“What? That you’re holding my hand?”

“No, past the physical contact.” I look away and pull my hand from hers.

“I don’t feel anything.”

“Liar.” She steps back, pulling away from my grasp. I try to ignore my disappointment. “There’s nothing wrong with accepting free food and a place before leaving.”

“I don’t know you.”

“You could get to.” I shake my head.

“I want my freedom.” She sighs.

“Fine, but you’re taking this.” She flick her wrist, and suddenly, I’m wearing a thick jacket and winter pants and shoes. “I’ll escort you out.”

“Thank you.”

I stand up and follow after her. I follow her through the large manor. No, manor is not the right word. This place is too large to be a manor. Perhaps, a castle? It has me wondering about the woman in front of me. Eventually, I’m led outside.

The cold air hits my face. I shiver. It seems that the weather has gotten worse. I hug myself. I’m not going to let that stop me. I trudge through the knee high snow. I don’t know how much time passes before I come across a cave.

Thankfully, there isn’t anything occupying it. I turn around and get startled when my eyes land on Azula standing at opening of the cave.

“What are you doing here,” I ask.

“Following you,” she answers in a bored tone.


“You are against the idea of staying in my home, and I don’t plan on keeping you there against your will. What else am I suppose to do?” I stare at her. What’s with her interest in me?

“Why are you doing this?”

“As I said before, you’re my mate.... And I’m curious.”

“What’s a mate?”

“My other half. Does my presence bother you?” I shake my head. “You don’t have to worry to me doing anything to you. I won’t interfere unless you’re dying.”

“Fine.” I shrug. There nothing I can do about it.

“I’ve told you my name, but you are yet to tell me yours.”

“I don’t have one.” My father never named me.

“Then I’ll call you Azikeel.”

“Why that?”

“That’s the name of the forest I found you in.”


Azula stays with me over two weeks. It’s irritating. She kept her word to me. She didn’t do anything unless my life was in danger which happened every other day. In fact, I’m due to be in danger any time now.

She walks beside me, not even sinking into the snow and showing off how comfortable she is in the cold. I gaze up at her.

“Do you have any food,” I ask. I don’t want to try to hunt for anything at the moment. I feel so tired.

“Do you want to set camp,” she asks. I nod. The snow moves away from me, and dome of ice surrounds us. I sit down on the ground. With a wave of her hand, food appears in front of her. “Come.”

I begrudgingly move beside her and take the offered food from her. I moan happily as I eat. It’s so much better than what I’ve been eating the last couple days. My body leans against hers. It’s not fair how warm she is in this cold weather.

“Why are you still following me,” I ask.

“Because you’re my mate,” she answers as if it’s obvious.

“It’s not safe around me.”

“As you can see, I’m perfectly fine and capable of looking after myself.” I sit up straight and look at her face. Her expressions are kind of hard to read, but I can see the hint of amusement in her eyes. My face heats up as I stand up. She’s making fun of me.

“W-we should keep going.” I turn away from her as the ice around us melts back into snow.

“What exactly are you running from?” I forget my embarrassment.

“My father. He’s a powerful person, and I angered him. He’s not the type of person to let things go.”


“You are surprisingly adorable,” Azula says suddenly. I turn to her.

“That’s not something a man wants to hear from a woman he likes,” I say.

“So you’re finally admitting you like me?”

“I-I’m not admitting anything.” We’ve been traveling together for a month now, and in that time we got closer to each. I find myself relying on her help more often than not. “I’m saying that in a general sense.”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“No, I’m not.” She holds my chin.

“Even a child could see through you. Why not be honest for once?”

She lowers her lips to mine. I freeze for a moment before hesitantly returning her kiss. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me close. My heart pounds loudly in my ears and eyes drift close as I copy her actions.

I’m left panting when she pulls her lips away. I open my eyes as her fingers trace my jaw. My face feels so hot, I think I could melt the snow.

“Come back to my home with me,” she says.

Instead of responding to what she said, I turn around and run. Thankfully, the snow is only a few inches deep, so my movements aren’t hindered at all. I’m not paying attention to where I’m going which is my first mistake.

The ground disappears from beneath my feet, and I sink into frigid water. I swing my arms, try to get to the surface, but I continue to sink. The water suddenly pulls away from me and turns into ice as it encases me.

I feel myself being lifted higher. The ice melts away, leaving me standing in front of Azula. I shiver.

“Thank you,” I say. I’m glad she didn’t wait until I was close to death to save me. She says nothing for a moment.

“You didn’t have to run,” she says. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want.”

“It’s not that.” I pause and take a deep before looking away from her. “I like you, but I don’t want to hurt you. I overreacted earlier.” She cups my face.

“You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried.”

“Fine,” I say, giving in.

“You’ll come with me?”


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