Adelia's Point of View"Stop fussing! Everything has been sorted outside. It is two hours before the ceremony starts, we need to get ready!" I screeched at Nessa, hand clamped around her wrist and pulling her furiously into my walk-in closet.She was finding every reason in the book not to go inside and look at all of her options. From the decor to the food and everything in between. "Shit needs to be perfect and that fucking florist put one too many fucking roses in the centerpieces," She argued back whilst pulling away from me.A child with a new toy, that's what she was acting like right now."One too many roses isn't going to kill anyone, Nessa! But we can't be late for our own party," I hissed again and finally dragged her the rest of the way into the closet.The overhead lights flickered on the second they detected us. Flooded the small but packed space with light. And shimmers and sparkles from the clothes around us. This was where I kept most of my fancy clothes. The kind t
Siya's Point of ViewI was a mated male.For one, I couldn't believe I wasn't dead yet. At the end of my twenties and I was still alive and well. Or as well as I could be, given that my body was a royal fuck up at the moment.But not dead. Not yet. And not anytime soon. Second, I was mated and in a new pack. Watched now as my old pack members streamed into a lush and vibrant garden made up for them and only them. To welcome them into a new and more stable home.If only the rest of my pack could have followed as well. Could have escaped the hell that was now Noha Khoeli.My mother would have been proud to see me now. Would have loved to know that her son was not only living but thriving. Saddened by the fact that her daughter had turned into such a cruel monster, yes, but glad to know her son had escaped that reality."Well, don't you clean up well," Michael crooned as he approached me from behind.I was standing in the shadows. Avoided anyone looking at me yet. Speaking to me. Mainly
Adelia's Point of ViewThey both cleaned up well. Looked dashing in their suits. But the scene in front of me was obscenely strange. Two fully grown men hiding behind a bush. One with an empty glass of some type of alcohol in hand. The other laughing maniacally into the dark If it hadn't been for me noticing their scents nearby, we wouldn't have found them at all.With their vantage, they could see the entire party perfectly. Still, they chose to hide away. Watched from the outside.And the moment they turned around to look at us, both of their jaws dropped to the floor.I knew Nessa had done a good job of styling me. Knew I looked better than I had ever done before. But their reactions were priceless. Worth every single burn Nessa had given me when she tried to curl my hair for the updo."Close your mouths, boys, it's fly season." Nessa joked from beside me. Chortled when all Michael could do was curse again, eyes digging up my flesh inch by inch. Siya wasn't far behind. Let his ey
Adelia’s Point of ViewThere was a dark figure peering at me from the foot of my bed. A six-foot-something hulk of a man.With every inch he walked closer my heart involuntarily sped up.My home was full of people. My family.The male beside me inhaled. Scented the air.Holy hell, his chest expanded past what I thought possible. Made him even larger than he appeared at first.But the closer he came, the more stifling the air seemed to get. An undercurrent seemed to spread out from him. Drew me in.Inhaling deeply, I steadied myself.He reached for me then. Intended to grab me. Or stab me. Strangle me. Fuck.I was up and going before he could fully realize what was happening. He moved with me. Seemed to anticipate what I was about to do before I did it. Was hot on my heels in seconds.He reached me with a yelp of my lungs. Forced me to the floor with a thump of my skull against the tiles.A scream lodged in my throat.“Get off of me!” I screamed at him, spinning onto my back. Clawed at
Adelia’s Point of ViewI didn’t know what was worse. The pain in my chest or my dry throat. Or the fact that I could feel several pairs of eyes drill into me.All of the above.Groaning, I lifted my eyelids. It took me nearly a minute of fighting my own body for them to work. But when they did, the sunlight in the room burned the backs of my retinas with zero remorse.“She’s awake!” Alvara called beside me, the picture of relief.Cool hands touched my right arm as she leaned in to inspect me. “Fucking hell, Adelia! You nearly gave all of us a damned heart attack!” She hissed and squeezed my tender flesh.“Water,” I croaked.How long was I out? By the feel of my throat, an eternity. It shouldn’t have been more than a few hours, considering the sun wasn’t close to setting yet. Late morning, maybe.Hell. I had so much paperwork to do today. With Christmas being around the damn corner, several children's homes needed toys and supplies to surprise the kids.My eyes lolled back into my head
Adelia’s Point of View“What is your name?” Ciaran asked the man. There was a flicker of irritation in his eyes as he looked at the Alpha. But his lips remained fully sealed. Ciaran growled. Demanded again. “What is your name?” This was met with a sneer and the brooding male spitting in front of Ciaran’s feet.Alvara’s hand flashed forward and clasped around her mate’s wrist, already knowing what he wanted to do.“You tried talking to him when she was asleep and he didn’t. He’s not going to now.” She offered in a small voice. I should have chimed in then. Offered my services by telling them that I would talk to him alone. But I was tired and defeated. My house was now a mess. All I wanted to do was sleep.“Adelia can always talk to him,” Ciaran offered. My stomach dropped into my shoes. So much for getting another few hours of sleep.Alvara cut him a flat look.“What’s your name?” I asked the man chained to the floor, not keeping my irritation out of my voice.His eyebrow perked
Adelia’s Point of ViewThe moon was high again. Gleamed in through the curtains. The aching in my chest had also subsided to barely a trickle.Although my mood would have been better if I hadn’t been woken up to a struggle.“What are you doing?” I asked, already sitting up in bed.At the edge of the room, Siya’s chains were being loosened. His snarls and snaps had woken me up. The rustling of chains came second. Four men held him to the floor with all their strength.None of them came from Lover’s Quarrel. None of them sparked my memory.Dargan, to my surprise, stopped what he was doing and looked at me. Paused just enough that the rest of the men followed in his footsteps. “Ciaran asked us to bring him down to the holding cells.” He said, sheepish. Color bloomed across his cheeks as well. From embarrassment. “And I’m sorry that I-”I shook my head. “Why the fuck are you taking him away without my order? We weren’t done talking!” I screeched. Clawed at the tubes stuck into my arm. Th
Siya’s Point of ViewMy rage fueled my muscles to the point where I was afraid they might tear apart. My fingers screamed at me to stop pulling at the metal around my waist. But I didn’t. Heard my shoulder pop but carried on.Even as the smell of blood filled my nose.Adelia was out there somewhere, getting hurt, no doubt. Stubborn fucking woman. She should have agreed to go with me. None of this would have happened if she had agreed. Finally, the sound of metal ripping apart and breaking filled my ears. The body shackle fell to the floor with a clang.Next came the shackles around my feet. They broke easier than the one around my waist. Was made of a thinner metal. But my hands were breaking open and scaring over in record time. Phaedra should have fucking waited. The bitch should have known I would need another day or two to get Adelia back home. Not rush in guns blazing.With my feet free, this only left my hands. I wasn’t going to rip them from my wrists with only one hand. No.