Adelia’s Point of View
There 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 anything I could get my hands on.
The faint feeling of sparks barely crossed my mind. I growled and scratched at him. But his face was covered with a black mask.
“Stop resisting!” A deep male voice growled back at me.
Twisting my legs beneath him, I kicked up. His balls shriveled beneath me, granting me enough time to scurry out from under him.
Cursing beneath my breath, I grabbed the door and threw it open. Even worse darkness enveloped this space. With zero windows in the hall, the full moon couldn’t reach it.
I rushed toward the right of the hallway. Headed right for the hidden stairwell at the end of it. The ones I used when I wanted to escape a tedious party.
No one knew about them. They were my escape route in times I needed them most. Had bulletproof sheets lining the doors on either end.
When I reached the door, I slid my thumb over the small pad on the left side disguised as a mirror.
The intruder cleared my bedroom door just as the door to the stairwell went shut. Fluorescent lights blinked on when they detected me.
I moved down the steps with a furious pace, fearing the worst when it came to my family.
The door slid open at the end of the tunnel as my thumb rested on the small pad, identical to the one on the outside. Luckily for me, no one was in the kitchen.
My eyes scanned the familiar countertops. A single pan sat on the stove that Alvara had used to make French toast for the kids.
Thanking the goddess, I hunched over and scuttled to the stove. But the sound of heavy footfalls stopped me halfway to the thing.
Not the same as the man from the top. Heavier.
So, there was more than one intruder. Why were they even here? The man at the top hadn’t hurt me. Actually tried to subdue me. But that didn’t mean this one would do the same.
I moved. Heard the man move around the large island in the kitchen. Closer to me. Between the only weapon I had and my position.
“Have you found her?” A hiss came from somewhere along the dining room.
Female. Distinct and high-pitched with an accent I couldn’t place.
The man grunted and moved back the way he had come.
“Remember, Phaedra wants Adelia alive. Anyone else is fair game. Felix won’t give us the uranium if she is dead. Leave no other witnesses.” The woman said again and a chill ran down my spine.
He receded into the dining room area. And I leaped from my place and grabbed the pan. Swung it out in front of me and twisted to see where the intruders were.
Both people cursed as I bounded up and ran right for them. Pan swinging in the air, ready to hit whoever approached first.
Another figure strode into my view. The same electrifying feeling from earlier settled over me. Skin prickled as he turned to look me up and down.
He stumbled back half a step.
I hit his accomplice right across the head, feeling the impact vibrate through my hands.
Unfazed by my blow. Or rather, unharmed and extremely pissed. The man lunged for me again. Growled menacingly.
Letting the pan fall to the floor with a clang, I sprinted. Legs heaved.
Every footfall was met by three others chasing me.
I dashed out of the kitchen and toward the east wing. Finally, my hand grabbed for the doorknob between the main house and the wing. Twisted it open with seconds to spare.
The man from my room came barreling into the door. Jammed his foot between the door and the wall before I could fully close it. A large hand grabbed for me. Tried to push me away from the door.
His skin made contact with mine. Slithered across my bare arm. And sparks erupted from the touch. Simmered just beneath the surface.
His arm retracted from the slit he had made in the door with a menacing hiss.
This gave me another second to spare.
I slammed the door shut in front of me. Threw the flimsy lock into place.
Dashing through the living area, I headed right for the bedroom door. Tried twisting it. Only for the fucking thing to be locked. No sound would enter that room.
But it was another flimsy lock. The very same one that was now giving way behind me.
The two other assailants finally broke through. Barely felt the restraint the lock had to offer.
Fear stabbed into me.
These men were going to kidnap me and kill my family.
I heaved against the door in front of me with every ounce of my strength. The lock broke on the second impact.
And there I saw them. Asleep. Undisturbed.
I got in three more steps before all of them sat up at the same time.
Coming to an abrupt stop in front of my family made my legs scream at me. Had my knees wobbling.
“There!” I uttered and pointed at the door.
All four males moved with one mind. Jumped toward the door and the two people who chased me, leaving Alvara in bed.
“Where is Aurelia?” Alvara asked, panic lacing her voice. A mother’s voice.
“Still in her bedroom. No one can get to her there.” I explained through pants of air.
This didn’t seem to settle my friend’s nerves. Her eyes darted to the door. To the growls echoing in from the living room.
Slowly, she dropped her feet to the floor.
I wanted to stop her from going but I couldn’t find enough energy to do it.
Alvara crept to the open door. Peered beyond into the dimness.
But a large figure had slipped past her mates. Now stood before her.
I was up and off of the bed before he could attack. Grabbed Alvara’s hand in mine. Flung her to the bed. Charged forward with no care.
Quick on my feet, I dodged the man’s attack. Slipped beneath his swinging arm and came up behind him. My arms wrapped around his coiled bicep and I pulled with all of my might. Made him stumble backward from the force.
And from sheer surprise.
Electricity swarmed my flesh wherever we touched. Danced between the two of us. For two stifling seconds the world slowed.
His face snapped towards me. A shudder ran down the length of his honed body.
But he shoved me away from him the next second. Growled, deep and primal, in his throat. His face turned to Alvara. Noticed her on the bed, wide-eyed and trembling, and ran for the door to the kitchen.
“No you fucking won’t,” I ground out and fell into a sprint.
He banked left, following the trail back through the kitchen and toward the foyer. Veered hard when the wall came up too quickly.
I had no idea what I would do with him when I caught up. Or how I would even get him to the ground. Still, I chased.
Until the cock of a gun sounded and the man in front of me froze, millimeters away from turning the corner into the foyer.
Dargan came into full view when I slowed down. Skidded to a stop a meter away from the intruder.
Dargan’s index was softly curved on the trigger.
“Another move and I will plant a bullet in your skull,” Dargan growled.
The man seemed to weigh his options for a second. Let his attention drift to me.
He inched one foot forward and I saw determination flash through Dargan.
I moved before either could react. “Dargan, don’t-“ The shot rang out and I hissed. The word mate curled on my lips. Died in my mouth without being uttered.
But the shot had hit true. Pierced me right in my chest.
And the world dipped into blackness.
With the masked man standing above me, screaming my name furiously. And the word mate echoing off of his lips.
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.
Adelia's Point of ViewThe last thing I remembered was being hauled across Siya's shoulder. Being dragged into the middle of the fucking battlefield with zero care in the world. Then a lancing pain in my side, for the second time in the last two days, and everything went black.Until now. I could make out the whirr of an engine. People spoke in hushed tones. None of them close to me. None of them could be identified.My eyelids felt like a ton of bricks were lying on them. Body was stiff and refused to obey me."You need to take it easy. Your body isn't coping well with being shot twice." Someone said above me. My eyelids fluttered but they refused to lift."Water..." I barely stammered out. My throat felt like the desert. There was a shuffling beside me. Someone moving. The voices around me stopped the moment the person moved.Where was I? "Here. Drink." The voice commanded and I felt something touch my parched lips. A straw. I sucked it into my mouth and gulped the contents d
Adelia's Point of View“Get out, Nessa,” Siya growled again and the girl shrunk into herself.My eyes narrowed at him.“If she goes, then so do you,” I replied, keeping my chin high.There was a spark in his eyes. A little more light entered them. As if he was caught by surprise.“You don’t want to know why she is my sister?” He asked me pointedly.Nessa’s eyes hurried between the two of us. Scanned each of us with the same amount of apprehension. Like I was the same person as him. As if I could ever fucking be.Shrugging, I sat upright. Crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, I assume when a mommy wolf loves a daddy wolf very much-““Can we keep her?” Nessa asked, face breaking into a large smile.Siya sighed. Pinched the bridge of his nose. “Go find father. Or anyone else. I would like to talk to Adelia alone.” He urged.The girl stood her ground.“Like she said, if I go, so do you,” Nessa stated and smiled deviously at her brother.I liked her. She caught on fast. Despite her ramming
Adelia’s Point of View“You still haven’t eaten,” Siya said as he strolled into the room.His eyes roamed his surroundings. Looked everywhere but at me.Dinner had come and gone. My plate still sat untouched on the small table beside the door. Right where I had placed it before slamming the door shut in the servant’s face.Two could play his childish little games.“I’m not hungry.” I quipped and shoved away the drawing I had been working on.There was no use in inflating his ego more by letting him see the damned thing.Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t fully capture the intensity of his eyes. Not that I could fully comprehend them even in real life.“That was your excuse for lunch and two tea times as well. I have to send a new server every fucking time because apparently you make them all cry.”“They’re crying because they have to work for you.” I replied and decided to rather crumple up the page I had been drawing on.There was no use in trying to get it right. I wouldn’t be able
Adelia's Point of View“I never thought I would see the day the mighty Siya Mxolisi got blue balls. But here we are and I am so fucking amused.” Nessa chimed, her pace beside me rhythmic.I scowled at her but kept my pace light. Felt my blood course through my veins soothingly. “I’m surprised he actually thought I would sleep with him after he literally kidnapped me,” I replied, venom seeping from every word.Our little tryst in his room was nothing. Meant nothing. Not whilst I was his prisoner.And seeing as that last fact won’t change for a while, I refused to bend to his will.Nessa stiffened at the tone of my voice. Her pace faltered for a second before catching up again. “You don’t seem as angry as I imagined you’d be,” She stated.Across the courtyard, I could see Siya standing beside one of his other guards. His eyes never left my form. Even when he had stormed out of the room after my rejection last night. He still seemed intent on watching me.“There’s no time for anger. Not