Cordelia Blackwell I stood like the exact definition of a dumb blonde staring unblinkingly at Cain Cadell as he threatened the one person I wanted to keep safe. I had so many questions; plenty of snarky remarks and retorts that could have sufficed. But I knew better than to poke the bear. Or for the sake of the context, the wolf. "I'll give you a day, two at most, and you better tell me your choice." With that he strode out of the room, leaving his threat hanging in the air. It didn't make sense that he knew what Morgana had done, much less that he believed I was his mate. How did that happen? Do the Gods hate me enough to pair me with a werewolf? It's like there was a universal conspiracy to make my life a living hell.I know all too well what it means to be a werewolf mate. I have read about it several times. A bond that is unbreakable once initiated, and very unshakable. In theory, it sounded nice. If between two werewolves, then it is nice. But I'm not a wolf, I'm a witch. H
Cordelia BlackwellI hate him so much right now. "Tell me the terms of the deal first." He raised an eyebrow at me, "It's simple. You will be my mate. I'm sure you understand what that means." "Being your mate means sleeping with you, and I don't consent to that." I crossed my arms over my chest. "And I will not force you, but I will convince you." He had this annoying, beautiful, cocky smile that I wanted to slap off his face. "I'm sure there are other ways to handle this situation." Morgana's voice echoed as her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stood next to me with a hand on my shoulder, "You can have the alliance of our coven, forever. In return you'll keep our secret." "It's a no deal, Morgana." He said with a defiant look. "There has to be some middle ground." She argued back. The silence that followed her words was nerve-wracking. My heart pounded strongly in my chest, and I could barely stop my body from trembling. For some reason, I felt betrayal and disappoint
Cordelia BlackwellThe first thing I noticed when I entered the mansion was how it was colder when compared to the usual weather of Midwick. It looked absolutely different without all the lights and decorations of the ball.But in a strange way it felt familiar. “I think you’ll really like your room.” Cadell said from behind me with a very calm tone.“Of course, she will.” When I heard her voice, I was more shocked than anything. Sheila looked beautiful in her long brunette hair and tall frame. I almost didn’t recognize her.She wore a big smile on her face, “I’m so glad you made it.” She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thank you so much for what you did.” She whispered gratefully in my ear.I awkwardly patted her back, “It was nothing. I just did what I had to do.”She pulled away holding my shoulders, “I’m really sorry about your mother by the way.” She tilted her head to the side, “Do you have any idea on her whereabouts?”I didn’t expect Cadell to tell her, but I quick
Cordelia BlackwellI was ashamed of myself, really ashamed. I couldn't turn him down, nor could I stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck like I've wanted to for so long.I wasn't sure when or how I came to care for Alpha Cadell. I wasn't sure I didn't realize that I had missed him. Our lips moved in sync, and his arms wrapped around my body, before he pulled away staring straight at my eyes. He let out a short noise from deep within his throat, "If you don't want this, you should walk away now. Leave because I'm not in control." "Is that why you left?" I asked in a breathy tone. "When you're around…" His nose was on the crook of my neck, breathing me in, "I can barely control myself." His eyes then met mine again, the look in them different though. "Do you want me to control myself?" No, I don't. His earlier promise to pin me down and fuck my brains out echoed through my mind, and I felt something coil in my stomach. I swallowed, "It's better for everyone if you contr
Cordelia BlackwellWhat's wrong with me? I wondered as I wore that stupid Henley shirt of his that I found in the bathroom. I gave in to him so easily, but I just couldn't help it. It made me wonder if perhaps he's been right all along about us being mates. Perhaps that's why I'm not acting like myself. Looking at my reflection made me scowl, the bite on my neck was red, and looked sore. It wasn't bleeding, and it didn't hurt the way an animal bite should. It just burned. What if he's using me? What if that was his plan all along? A witch bound to him to do his biddings, and he can fuck her on the side; an added benefit. My chin quivered; I really wanted to break down into sobs. But I couldn't, not here. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and exited the bathroom with my head held high. I hoped I wouldn't see him, I prayed to every God out there that I wouldn't. "Don't go, Cordelia." His voice made my steps come to a halt, and I froze there with my back to him while facing the
Cordelia BlackwellThe first thing I became aware of is the banging pain in my head. I slowly opened my eyes to a hazy vision of a wooden door. I tried to move but I realized that both my hands and legs were bound to the chair I sat in.I struggled with the rough ropes, but they broke through my skin, and I felt the slight trickle of blood.The creaking of the door opening brought my attention from my attempt to break free. The blurry silhouette of a man sashayed towards me. As he got closer, I realized he was the same man from the woods.“You’re finally awake.” He said with a Cheshire like grin. “You know I expected that my task to capture you would be harder… I think you’re not as powerful as they say you are.”“What do you want?” I gritted out.“You’re my way to get Cain Cadell on his knees.” He kneeled before me, “You know that he stole something that didn’t belong to him. He’s a bastard thief who only knows how to kill.”“What’s that got to do with me?” I asked despite already kn
Why do I keep passing out and waking up in strange places?" That was the first thing I said as I came back to reality. My eyes opened to a strange room, the ceiling didn't look all that familiar to me. "Tough couple of days, aren't they?" Cain's voice sounded exhausted. I sat up on the bed, assuming it was his, and found him sitting on a chair next to me. He looked dead, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles and his hair was a beautiful mess. It all came back to me, the attack, the shed in the woods, the werewolf, and the talisman. "Where's it?" I asked rather frantically. He knitted his eyebrows together and I clarified, "I had a talisman with me. Rectangular with a star drawn inside." He let out a tired sigh, "And this is the first thing you can think about? Do you even understand what the past two days were like for me?" "What two days?" He moved to sit next to me on the bed, "You've been unconscious for two days. The pack doctor didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for
Cordelia BlackwellWhen we went downstairs, Cain didn't leave my hand. He had our fingers intertwined. And when we arrived at the parlor, he sat close to me, making sure that we were touching. For some reason, he felt like I was going to vanish into thin air or something. "I'm glad you're feeling better." Sheila said from next to Morgana. "Yes, Delia, we were very worried." James, Sheila's son, said from next to her. I smiled at both of them, "Thank you."My eyes drifted to Morgana, who looked at me with sad eyes, "You should have known better than to exhaust yourself like that. You stretched yourself thin." "Believe me when I say that I didn't have much of a choice." I retorted, "But there's a more pressing matter right now." "Cain told me about the Talisman." Morgana nodded, and I wondered when they became on a first name basis. "I want to find the magical signature on it." I told her, and she knitted her eyebrows together. "This won't be helpful unless we have something to c