Adelia's Point of ViewTalking about Phaedra and seeing her in person were two very different things. Somehow my brain had put up a wall between the two. As if it didn't associate the thought of the woman with the physical thing."She'll want to see you first," I said to Siya.We were back in his room. Had the door locked, like it might keep her away for longer.Now I truly knew he feared what she was capable of. It painted the best picture of her that anyone has ever had. Showed me just how far she would go to gain power."She's going to cuss me out for being captured." Getting cussed out was better than being whipped or harmed. From the way he spoke about her, it wasn't uncommon for him to be punished physically. Sighing, Siya slid away from the window. Scrubbed a hand over his face."Do you want me to go-""No. You heard Killian. It's risky for us to be around each other so publicly. Someone besides Killian and Nessa is going to put two and two together and then we are fucked."
Adelia's Point of ViewThe concubine was sitting poised at the end of what I could only call a throne room. Draped over the large stuffed chair like a queen dominating her surroundings. Not like a painted traitorous whore.Her cruel smile spread wide the deeper Siya and I walked into the room. Having left Nessa behind in the hall, I almost felt vulnerable under Phaedra's gaze. As if Nessa granted me an extra layer of protection that was now gone to the wind. There were no guards to speak of. Only our footsteps echoed as we went. Siya, to my delight, remained a healthy distance away from me. But had my hands shackled in front of me. To put on a show. When Nessa had suggested it, I balked at the thought. My father had used handcuffs to teach me a lesson every time my hands were idle according to him. I relented, seeing the logic in his thought even though I hated it."Welcome, welcome. Brother, I'm glad to see you are in one piece. Did those barbarians treat you well, at least?" Ph
Adelia's Point of ViewFear slid down my spine. Lodged in my throat, inhibiting my breath.Cold, calculating eyes slid over my face. Slid back over to Siya, assessing as she went.But the male didn't back down. Took up a stronger, wider, stance. His head tilted back a bit more in defiance. "Hurting her would hurt our cause. You are acting rashly, sister. It angers me to think that you would throw away all of my hard work for a few seconds of pleasure on your part." He diverted suspicions effortlessly. Phaedra's eyes softened. A single index finger ran along her bottom lip. "Fine. As always, you're right. I was just wondering how pretty she'd look if someone were to run a knife along her jaw. But as always, you have our mission's best interest at heart," She mused cruelly and slid out of her chair.My heart balked as she approached. Gone was the fury. The anger. All I felt now was an instinct to run. She was no wolf. Rather she was a snake sliding along its belly. When she stopped r
Adelia's Point of ViewNessa basically gave a fuck you to Phaedra. Allowed me to go for another run in the closed-off garden. This time around, only one guard stood watch. Barely glanced at us as my heart skittered in my chest.She wasn't invited to the family dinner like Siya. Instead, she was given the duty of keeping me locked up in my room. A task she failed miserably at. Almost as horribly as she failed at keeping pace beside me.After the third lap around the garden, she tapped out and resigned herself to simply observing me and making comments.I never missed the way her eyes would light up when I passed what I presumed to be the weakest point in the wall. The way she had chosen the furthest spot from it. Or how she tried to look away every time I came close. It was obvious that she wanted me to escape.But something inside my chest wouldn't let me go, despite the lack of people here to stop me.Maybe it was pity. Pity towards the girl who had let me go. Because Phaedra would h
Adelia's Point of ViewHe was lighter than normal. Seemed to float back to the room.We promised Nessa we would have dinner with her tomorrow night. Had a lot to talk about between now and then. My heart was hammering in my chest by the time we got inside the room. Threatened to claw its way out of my throat if I didn't pause for a second to breathe.Siya closed the door behind us with a click. Leaned against it for a second before pushing away and walking to where I was leaning against the couch. With only a few reading lights illuminating the space, I could only see the main features of his face.Pouty full lips. Prominent eyebrows. The dark etches of his eyes now freely roaming my body. The very body clad in skin-tight workout clothes that Nessa had scrounged together for me to use for the time being.Until we could escape.Now the only horrendous task before me was convincing Siya to go with me. That this life wasn't for him."Do you want to tell me what the two of you were doi
Adelia’s Point of ViewStaying true to his word, I found Siya on the couch in the small living room the next morning. His chest still lifted and fell with a steady beat. Arms were draped over his face. And a thin blanket barely covered the rest of him.It was early in the morning, with the sun still a good hour away from breaking over the horizon, leaving the air crisp as I walked toward the bachelor’s kitchen.Before now, I never dared make anything in it. Barely even glanced at the kettle on the counter. But something had changed last night. Not between us but inside of me. Shifted.Stifling my footsteps, I walked closer to where he was sleeping. A shallow hitch of breath from him had me stopping in my tracks. Assessing the situation before I went further. When he carried on with his deep breaths, I lowered my hands, gripped the bunched-up blankets, and pulled them up to his chin.“Look at you, being soft for a change,” He grumbled, sleep still thick in the tone of his voice.My han
Adelia’s Point of ViewHis eyes burned holes through my body as I jogged. Or it felt that way.I was keenly aware of every movement I made. Every step that I took. How well my back was arched and the distance my feet were spread apart.No one else was here. No one else would dare come here if he hadn’t invited them.Good. I didn’t need more eyes on me. Not when his were already so intense.“Pick up your chin and relax your shoulders.” He called out from the steps.He was in his usual combat gear. Looked ready to take down anyone that came too close to me. But his eyes never wandered. Remained on my form.Doing as he said, I picked up my chin and relaxed my shoulders. Although, after running for over an hour, my body was beginning to lag. Sweat now firmly coated my brow. And the new posture somehow seemed to strain my body even more.“I’m tired,” I called to him as I finished what I hoped to be my last round.In the weeks leading up to my capture, I had become lax with my running. Alva
Adelia’s Point of ViewKillian came to our room later on. He had aged ten years somehow in the span of a day. Seemed more haggard than I had seen him yesterday.When he walked in, Siya noticed the change as well.“Already fed up with her?” Siya said from his perch on the couch.Three cups of steaming coffee sat on the table in the middle. This time around, Siya had opted for that instead of coffee.Giving my mate a long look, Killian slinked towards the open single couch and fell in with a sigh. “I had to fuck her three fucking times last night. Each lasted about two hours. I’m tired. I’m spent. Can the bitch just fucking leave already?” He stated bluntly.I blinked. Blinked again. Processed what just came out of his mouth without making too much of a fuss about it.But as always, my mate noticed the confusion written all over me and stepped in to explain. “She beds him to prove a point to his family. And when he refuses her… well… His pack has suffered enough as it is.”My eyes slid