A few hours after I left Daviel and Ambrose in their room, dinner was had, and for awhile I was in my room snoozing. Just now, Angel came in with a proposal.

"Anwyll, will you spend a day with me tomorrow?"

I blinked, then reached out for a hug. Angel accepted it as he sat on my bed.

"Of course, Angel. Although due to Daddy's order for Zaire, I do have to spend a few hours with him or else he'll get punished. I love spending time with him, don't get me wrong. I just don't want him to get punished because of me."

Angel chuckled. "I know, sweetheart."

"Then I'll spend a day with you." I grinned, kissing his lips.

"That's great. I will be going into my office, so would you wear something more formal?"

I nodded. "Okay, Angel."

Angel's pretty eyes sparkled at me. "You are so precious, sweetheart."

I grinned and giggled, hugging him. Angel asked me it I was doing anything this evening, so I shook my head.

"Spend a night with me, sweetheart."

"Mmkay," I grinned, pecking his cheek.

I slid off the bed and grabbed a baggy nightshirt, Viola, my toothbrush, then appeared in front of Angel again. He was laughing, his eyes and smile bright and cheery. I beamed and hugged his waist.

"Are you excited?" asked Angel, so I pouted at him.

"Of course I am!"

Angel scooped up my body over his shoulder, making me laugh as he swung my body around. He left my room and headed towards his. I wondered why Angel wanted me to go with him. I wonder what he meant by his "office," too.

I was tossed onto Angel's bed, which came as a surprise. I yelped, only managing to keep Viola safe from falling off the bed. Angel laughed, picking up my things.

"You're so cute, sweetheart."

I giggled and reached for him again as he leaned over me. Angel smiled and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a grin. My tail wagged happily with the attention, although Angel pulled back with a sad smile.

I stared into his pained sky blue eyes. "Are you scared, Ange?"

Angel chuckled weakly, palming his eyes. "Can you see into my heart?"

"People say that the eyes are the window to the soul. Your soul is so filled with guilt, grief, and fear."

Angel climbed onto the bed and remained on his hands and knees above me. "You're correct, sweetheart. I've been carrying a tragedy on my back for years."

"You may have stumbled and fallen, but even so, you never gave up." I smiled tearfully, cupping his cheeks.

His sky blue eyes were clouded with disbelief. "How can you know us?"

"Perhaps because of the abuse I suffered, it made me able to see into the hearts of others. For me to see and understand their pain, and to be able to love them despite what they have done or what they faced."

Angel sighed, closing his eyes. "Anwyll, although I have this name, I am a terrible person."

I remained silent. He would try to refute my words unless I had heard the whole story.

"My past was decent enough when I was a toddler, but as my horn grew, so did I in more ways than just one. When I was eight, I had a few neighbors who were my friends. A kid moved in next to me. We got along like the best of friends. He got along well with my other friends, too."

I smiled a bit.

"We did dumb shit that all kids do, but I rarely got punished for it. Because whenever I came home, the house was either cold and empty, or heated with shouting and physical abuse. I still remember my mother throwing breakable objects into my father's face. He rarely raised a hand to her." Angel clenched his jaw, his eyes glittering with hatred. "My father didn't deserve that. He was so soft-spoken and kind, treating my mother with all that he had, barely leaving enough to feed me."

"It sounds like they both had their problems, Angel."

Angel sighed and flopped onto his side next to me and pulled my head into the crook of his neck. I scooted closer and felt his right arm wrap around my lower back.

"They did, but it was true that my mother was physically and verbally abusive to us."

"Mm," I murmured, sweeping my tail over the both of us.

"On a seemingly normal day of my eleventh year, my best friend came over to play. He was small and cute, similar to you in a way. He was much more promiscuous in bodily ways, though, and he told me he liked me. He started touching my body in various ways. I was stunned. I had liked him too, but I was too afraid to say anything."

I nodded, flicking my ear against his jaw. Angel kissed my head, petting my ears.

"He ended up touching my horn. I got so aroused that I couldn't think straight. My best friend was both terrified and disgusted by what he felt. He shoved me away, but I held him down. He screamed, but I shushed him with my lips. He squirmed and cried, but I kept going. It hit me afterwards about what I'd done to someone I cared about and I was shocked that I didn't even realize what I was doing during that horrible time. I was so scared that I'd ruined everything and had hurt him beyond repair."

My eyes filled with tears.

"And I had ruined everything. He told others about what I'd done and many kids came to bully me. Each and every time, my horn ended up scraping someone's skin, so they started saying that I carried a knife and had threatened my ex-best friend into sex."

I hugged him tightly, and Angel curled tighter around my body.

"Eventually, cops came to the house. The kid that I'd raped came out to goad me as they tried to take me away for questioning. I couldn't believe I had fallen for him. I tried so hard to apologize and explain, but he'd never believed me. I finally cried and screamed at him that I had loved him, but now I hated him—hated his very existence and wanted him dead. He was shocked and started crying, and he ran over to me just as I lowered my head. I tried to tell him to stay away, but he impaled himself on my horn."

I tensed, letting my tears fall. "Angel..."

Angel shuddered. "The cops saw everything, but they didn't have an explanation. That kid died because of me. I hurt him and I killed him."

"Ssh, Angel, no..." I murmured, kissing his neck. "You didn't kill him."

"Yes!" growled Angel. "I killed him, Anwyll! If I had never existed, he would never had to go through all that and die with my horn through his heart."

My tears soaked his skin. "No, Angel, don't think like that. He could have died at any time. The cops could have just as easily killed him. It was just unfortunate that you were there. It's not your fault, Angel. He didn't know, you didn't know. You were just a victim of unfortunate circumstances. Yes, your horn is dangerous, but if he had tried to listen to you, he would have known. If you had tried talking to him about your horn, it's likely that none of this would have happened. Bad decisions and unfortunate circumstances are the sole foundation to your past. You did not kill him. You had no intent or desire to do so."

"I wished him dead!" choked out Angel, his sobs wracking his form. "And I got my wish..."

"But you didn't want to kill him. You didn't really want him dead. You wanted the cruel version of him to disappear. You just wanted to start over, go back to what was before this all began. He understood that, but he chose the wrong time to run to you."

"Oh, how cruel are the wrong decisions of the Butterfly Effect." whispered Angel, his tears soaking into my hair. "There are so many regrets that I have, so much guilt that weighs down my soul for hurting him, grief for his death that I caused, and a clear feeling of fear that I may do it all again."

"You won't, Angel, because your past has shaped who you are now. You're careful and cautious, but you can still be loving and playful. You tease me and others, but you aren't afraid to tell it how it is. And now you're in a family who can see who you are, what you are, and why you are. You're not a murderer, you're not a rapist, you're not anything bad. You feel cheerful emotions just as we do, and you feel sorrow, pain, and guilt. I know it hurts to think about what you did to that boy, but eventually you just have to forgive yourself and move on. It eats away at your spirit. I can see it."

Angel was completely silent for a good long while, and I wondered if he had fallen asleep until I heard his deep breath in.

"You're right, Anwyll. I think it's time to visit his grave. I have put it off all these years, too afraid of what I'd do to myself or others around me. But with you, I think it will be okay." he said, slowly letting out his breath.

I nodded and kissed his throat. "I will be beside you, Angel, for whenever you need me."

Angel sniffled again, so I moved out of his hold to grab a tissue box and hand it to him. He sat up and I crawled into his lap to hug him while he blew his nose.

"I love you, Angel. And even if you can't love yourself because of your past, I know that it will eventually come to pass. I know you're someone who is worthy of being loved, and more than ever, you need someone who can love you despite the faults and the pain."

"You think you can do that?" asked Angel, a cheeky tone to his voice.

"I know I can, because I already do." I said with a teary smile, sitting back to cup his face with my small hands. "I love you, Angelique, my unbelievably handsome and strong unicorn."

Angel's sky blue eyes filled with tears again, but he hugged me tightly. "I love you too, Anwyll, my heart-wrenchingly precious little wolf."

I squeezed him back, then fell into a comfortable silence. After awhile, I blew my nose, then Angel and I got ready for bed. We teased each other about our red eyes and puffy cheeks, but I could tell that Angel's burden had lifted halfway. He looked even more stunning than before.

When that slipped out, Angel blushed and his face turned the color of a ripe tomato. I giggled and hugged his waist, rubbing my cheek on his side. Angel set me on the counter and washed my face after I brushed my teeth. I grinned but spluttered when Angel wiped the cloth across my teeth. He laughed, kissing my cheeks.

"Snuggle with me, sweetheart." said Angel, as he pressed his lips to mine.

I wrapped my arms around him and he carried me to the bed. He stripped me out of my clothes and didn't use the baggy shirt that I brought, but slipped his t-shirt over my head. I giggled and held his shirt in my fists, sniffing the loose, soft fabric. Angel groaned, tilting my head back to kiss me. I giggled and kneaded his bare chest.

"Angel, you're so strong." I beamed, although my fingers brushed over one nipple.

Angel hissed, his sky blue eyes darkening. "Don't rile me up, sweetheart. You're playing with fire."

"Um, may I?" I asked, shuffling closer on my knees.

He cocked an eyebrow. "May you what?"

"May I take care of you down here?" I asked breathlessly, my right hand sliding down his chiseled torso.

Angel smirked. "My, how bold you are, my little wolf. Are you sure?"

I shyly nodded, which made Angel chuckle as he stripped down to his underwear. He moved over to his bedside table and pulled out his sheath. I watched with fascination as he carefully put it on and strapped it down. I moved over for him to climb into bed, but he tugged me across his body.

My thigh rubbed over something large and warm, so I heard Angel groan. I carefully moved down and straddled his knees. Angel propped his head up with a pillow to watch me tease the edge of his waistband. He smirked when I blushed.

"Go on, sweetheart. Take care of me." he coaxed, so I leaned down with burning cheeks to nuzzle his package.

Angel shifted slightly and I felt his cock twitch against my face. I gently palmed his cock, then traced its outline. I swallowed thickly when I remembered his true size. He wasn't as big as Daddy, but he was still very intimidating. Angel bit back a low groan when I began to pull down his underwear.

I pressed my lips to his shaft. "Angel, I thought his before, but this is both impressive and intimidating."

He hissed when my breath rolled over his heated tip. I trailed my fingertips along his shaft, then gently kissed his tip. Angel groaned, his body starting to tremble. I lifted his heavy cock, then dipped my head lower to flatten my tongue on the root of his cock. I slid it up the underside, following a prominent vein to the mushroomed cap.

I gathered some more saliva while I took a deep breath, then sucked on his tip, sliding my tongue around his cap. I shivered when I heard Angel's growl. My hands began to stroke his full length, alternating between firmly squeezing and sliding. Angel's fingers suddenly buried themselves in my hair, making me tense.

"Ssh, sweetheart. Are you willing to take me a little deeper?" asked Angel, his desire-filled voice sent tingles down my spine.

My tail curled and my cock throbbed. It was already hard from inhaling Angel's thick scent. He smelled good.

"Um," I started, looking up into his now darker blue eyes. "D-deeper?"

Angel chuckled. "Just slide it in a bit deeper."

I went a bit lower and my cheeks bulged. "Like this?" I asked, but it came out muffled.

Angel groaned, his fingers curling in my hair. I moaned when his fingertips scraped the base of my skull. Angel shivered, then dropped his head when I began to stroke his sac.

"Ooh, fuck..."

"Mm," I mewled, his taste addicting.

"Just like that, sweetheart, just a little more." he gasped, and I felt his cock thicken in my mouth and in my hands.

I closed my eyes and encouraged him to orgasm. It came faster than I expected, and the thick seed splashed into my mouth. I almost choked from the amount, but quickly swallowed it all. Angel's cock slapped onto his abs as I panted over him. My hips were trembling from my need to orgasm.

"A-Angel," I whimpered, and my unicorn sat up. "I n-need to c-come."

Angel kissed me fiercely, tasting himself on my tongue as he dipped his hand underneath me and cupped my cock. I mewled into his mouth, clutching onto his shoulders.

"A-Angel!" I moaned, as his fingers stroked me to completion.

I became limp as he lay my body down, my vision swirling in a hazy fashion. I felt him slide my shirt up and clean my release off my tummy with his tongue. I mewled, but panted breathlessly as he lifted me again.

"Thank you, sweetheart." whispered Angel, nuzzling my silvery heather waves. He kissed my temple. "Cleanup time again, though."

"Ngh, I grunted, nosing his throat to place a kiss there. "Thank you, too."

Angel chuckled as we got ready for bed again. When we were safely tucked away in his bed, and I was cozy in his embrace, Angel and I kissed one last time for the night. I drifted off feeling very happy.

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