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Eleanor:I froze, staring at the gun for a few seconds before processing the fact that he called my real name.I didn’t even know what he was doing in there speaking to both his beta, Vladimir, and Viktor. All three men were inside the office, and if they knew who I was, then I was more than just a little doomed.My heart raced against my ribcage before I forced myself to sit and look at him.My legs and hands which were aching from the glass that tore through my skin seemed like nothing as I felt like my heart was being pulled out of my chest.If the man that I called mate, the one person who I was supposed to feel secure around, was treating me this way, then I didn’t blame Elton for the way he treated me. Maybe it was how things were in this world. It was what I saw my father doing to my mother anyway, then what made me think that things would be any different?The fact that I couldn’t even open up to Natasha was something that I knew pained her more than she let out. However, I d
Killian: “How?” She asked, frowning in confusion. I looked at my mate for a second too long before processing what she was referring to. “I just rejected…” “Your real name is not Eleanor, malyshka.” I said, picking the gun up for a second. She frowned in confusion before I handed it to her. “And the gun has no bullets.” “What?” She asked, trying to process what I was telling her. “You called his name last night,” I said, straightening as I sat beside her. “I knew that I needed something to shake you up into talking to me. Yes, I know that the approach wasn’t the most ideal, but I knew that nothing would have made you open up.” “You decided to threaten me, using a gun, to get me to open up?” She asked, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. When she put it that way, it made it sound like I did something that was wrong. Well, it was wrong, but I was done being patient, especially when I knew that my men have been searching for her for months and the number of problems that were cause
Eleanor: I looked at Killian whose eyes were fixed on mine for a few seconds before he got up from the edge of the bed. “I will have Natasha staying with you for a bit. I have a few things to tend to, okay?” He asked, his voice softening. I looked down at my lap, and he put his finger under my chin, raising my face to look at him. “If you’re worried about me telling anyone about your secret, you’re safe, malyshka. Vladimir and Viktor would need to know to stop the search for you, and stop the search that they’ve been trying to do about YOU.” “You had your men searching for me?” I asked, and he smiled. “You wouldn’t expect me to invite someone that I don’t know over, would you?” He asked, and I scoffed. He chuckled and leaned in before connecting his lips with mine. The fact that he was kissing me was something that I didn’t expect. And the fact that I couldn’t help but do it back was something that surprised me. I was scared of him, and I was afraid of what he could do with the i
Elton: “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU HAVEN’T FOUND HER YET?” Luca yelled, slamming everything off my desk. I stayed quiet as I looked at the man, and he growled. “I gave you my fucking daughter to marry, I did not…” I stayed completely quiet as I looked at the man for a few seconds. I had grown used to his out lashes on me since his bitch of a daughter chose to do the unexpected. Her disappearing from her bedroom was the last thing that I thought would happen, and the fact that she had the door closed in her room since I left, without a word or sound, made me believe that she slept to get ready the way that a bride should. However, I was surprised when the next morning, the maids informed me of her absence. “She chose to fucking run away…” “You lost her.” He said, stopping me. I growled and slammed my hand on the table. He raised an eyebrow at me before wrapping his hand around my neck. “My daughter has been in the house, guarded, for fucking years. Therefore, do not expect
Killian: “You’re annoyed,” Vladimir said, raising an eyebrow. “Stop the search on Eleanor,” I said, and he frowned in confusion before shaking his head in confusion. I walked out of the office and the man followed close behind before grabbing my arm and shaking his head in question. “Are you going to at least explain what is going on?” He asked, and I pinched the bridge of my nose. It took everything in me not to burst out in front of Eleanor, and it wasn’t out of anger toward her, if anything, I couldn’t help but respect her more than I already did. But it was the fact that I didn’t see through her eyes to know that she’s been standing in front of me, silently begging me to know who she was all along. “Alienora,” I said, and he frowned. “You’re being serious?” He asked, and I nodded. “Yes, and we have a fucking Italian prick to kill.” I said, walking out of the house. Vladimir followed close behind, his heart racing, and I could see his shadow as he clenched and unclenched hi
Eleanor: I woke up when I heard the door open. My heart raced and I fisted my blanket in both fear and worry, waiting for whatever terror was to come. The light opened, and it took me a second to catch Killian’s scent and realize that I was safe, and that the fear that I lived through was now in the past. I wasn’t back at the pack where I was to be harmed the second my door was opened. “I’m sorry for not knocking on the door. I didn’t think that I would be waking you up.” He said, standing by the door. I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair before he slowly took a step forward. His eyes were fixed on mine as he looked into my soul, silently asking me to allow him in, to trust that he would be different, and to trust that he wouldn’t harm me. I watched as he closed the door, and it wasn’t until I processed what I was seeing that I frowned at the sight of bruises and blood that was on his face. “Killian, what the…?” “It’s nothing, malyshka.” He said, sitting beside me. I f
Killian: “Killian, you don’t have to make me a guest.” Eleanor said, shaking her head at me. “I was gladly doing what I…” “I am not asking, Eleanor.” I said, stopping her. “You are my guest and needless to say, my mate.” “What I did never changed the fact that I was your mate to begin with. I was working for my own money,” she said, and I shook my head at the woman. “I am going to pretend that I did not hear that.” I said, shaking my head at the woman. “I may hate your family with everything that I have in me, but I also know what it is to respect when a wolf is of pure blood. And regardless of where you come from, you are my mate, and someone that I chose to accept, and would proceed to choose to accept until the end of time. It may not make any sense to you, but that doesn’t really matter right now.” “It does to me, Killian.” She said, and I shrugged. “Eleanor, it is not like you can walk to begin with.” I said, shaking my head at her. “And if it is independence that you’re l
Elton: I frowned as I walked inside my house to find a box in front of the door. “What’s this again?” I asked, shaking my head in question. The smell of honey filled my nostrils, and I couldn’t help but frown in confusion about why I would be having a box, the size of a body, filled with honey. “It’s not the only one, sir.” A Russian said from behind me. His shoes clicked on the tile floor with each step that he took and he smiled as he stood in front of me. “A wedding gift from the bratva, more specifically, the Pakhan himself.” I nodded at my men to open the crate. I knew that he was a messenger and killing him would be a direct act of war. That was something that I could afford considering the fact that the fucker Luca was still alive. The one way for me to get what I wanted done, was to have that prick dead. However, until his daughter and I were wed, that would be impossible for me to do. Yandel, the man who opened the box, frowned at the sight of the honey before he pushed h