Adelia's Point of ViewBy the time I was done bathing Nessa had made herself comfortable in her new room. It was a few doors down from mine, in the private wing of the house. As the new Beta, the move was one to show my faith in her. That she was now within my private boundaries and there was no going back on her word.I would have appreciated her going to Killian and explaining what was going on but something else nagged at the back of my mind. Why did she never seek him out? Siya thought it was to keep them both safe but it didn't make sense to me. She would want her other brother around her as well, given that she had no one else. Still, she never did.Was there more to their relationship than she let on? Then why the willingness to go to him on my behalf?At least one thing was handled.I no longer needed Michael. Nessa posed no threat. And I should have known it from the beginning but couldn't bring myself to place my pack in any sort of harm.Now I made the girl-My phone rang
Adelia's Point of View In the morning I was bombarded with messages from Siya. They ranged from him asking that I go back to him and all the way to cursing me for choosing to go home instead of staying with him. A far contrast to his demure tone only last night. And the last message he had sent to me... 'I hope you appreciate the present I am sending you.' Utterly strange. But I brushed it off and carried on with my day. More meetings. Fundraisers. Introducing Nessa to everyone we encountered that we hadn't exchanged words with yesterday. Faces worn with age and laughter and love occupied most of our time. Children flitted between their mother's legs. Fathers tried their best to wrangle the little one away from their tired mates. And by the end of the day, my face was hurting from all of the smiling. No sign of Michael or Ciaran to sour my day. Just a whole lot of laughter and friends. People that admired me for all the work I put into restoring their pack. Several new me
ThAdelia's Point of ViewNeither of us wanted to touch the box. The thought of opening it was even further from an option. We just stared at the damned thing, swaying from foot to foot.Nessa leaned back, subconsciously. But remained standing beside me. Like she wanted to be by my side to protect me if the need arose but she also wanted to be as far away from the box as possible.From the sheen on her face from nervous sweat, I knew this was something Siya had done often in her life."So... Are you going to... Open it?" She asked hesitantly, eyes never leaving the cursed box.Now that it stood in front of the door long enough, I could see the darkness from the bottom seeping onto the tiles. Scarlet. Glaring and bright.I shivered and shook my head. "I don't think I have the stomach to see what I might find," I confessed and gripped my stomach for show.Nessa nodded. Flicked her gaze to me for a second. "Yeah. From the stories I've heard, I wouldn't want to open it either. But if we le
Adelia's Point of ViewI sent Nessa away with Teagan and Alvara the next day. Told her to go shopping for the house she was going to move into by the end of the week. From the scowl on her face, I knew that she would have rather remained with me. To make sure I was fine or to make sure I didn't do anything I would regret later. I didn't know which one it was but her concern was heartwarming.Walking into the office buildings Ciaran and his brood used when they were here, I saw Michael on the opposite end of the reception. Noted the deep lines between his brows. The way he hopped from foot to foot.Until his eyes landed on me and his whole body stilled.Swallowing down my growing emotions, I walked to him. "Good morning. Ready to face a few wolves?" I asked lightly and retained a healthy distance between the two of us. His eyes scanned me from head to toe. Rested on my lips before moving away. "I was wondering the entire night if you really had to do this. I mean, we both know Ciaran
Adelia's Point of View"That wasn't what we had talked about last night, Adelia, and you know it," Michael growled and led me back into the room by my elbow.The sparks that came from his touch were undeniable. Nearly stifling. But his lies bubbled to the front of my mind, leaving an acrid taste in my mouth.I yanked my arm away before he could touch me more. Before he could get a hold of my head and my heart.When I turned to stare at him, fear seemed embedded in his face. Stern lines dotted his forehead. I only pursed my lips and tapped my foot listlessly against the tiles. "What do you mean this isn't what we spoke about last night? I told you I wanted to go back to get my mother. Or at best just to free her of them and plant her somewhere safe." I retorted.He shook his head, dropping his voice to a whisper so that whoever else might be lingering couldn't hear the full conversation. "You told me you were going to ask them for help. To send some men with you, in case shit went sou
Adelia's Point of ViewIt was the middle of the night when I jerked awake. Bleary-eyed and confused, I shrugged my blanket off of me. Shivered as the first tendrils of cold touched my spine. The aircon still raced above my head as I slipped out of the warmth of my covers.The lingering feeling of an unwanted dream swayed inside my mind. Although I couldn't recall it, I knew it wasn't something I wanted to remember. Something that would only spark another sour mood.Making my way downstairs, I switched on the lights one by one as I went. Cast the house in a glow until I reached the kitchen.Only to find Michael bent over the counter with a glass of his own in hand. A yelp broke my lips at the sight of him. Haggard-faced with a thin sheen of stubble that dotted his lower face. His eyes, on the other hand, were as alert as ever.They settled on me with a weight I didn't want anywhere near me."You're awake," He mumbled and rubbed a hand over his face."And you are in my house," I replied
Adelia's Point of ViewHe was actually going with me. Had dressed in his combat gear, despite me telling him it would be uncomfortable on the plane. Luckily, Nadia never deigned to show up. Was whisked away by Dargan and taken to where they were setting up all of their IT things. According to Michael, the parting hadn't been the best, seeing as she didn't agree with him about helping me.But it was a start. Now all I had to do-"You have got to be fucking kidding me, Adelia. We just broke out of that place and now you want to stroll right back in? Have you lost your last few brain cells?" Nessa screeched, pacing up and down the living room whilst she did.All of her things had left me with a giant 250-grand hole in my bank account. I never even knew someone could pay 600 bucks for a damned pillow but the girl had bought 4 of them.And when she showed me the receipt, I just smiled at her and asked if she was satisfied with everything she had bought. Apparently, some were still being
Adelia’s Point of ViewI was right. I was entirely fucking right and I hated every second of being right. The plane wanted to murder us and I was sure of it. I was petrified once we hit turbulence. Petrified when the pilot fell asleep behind the fucking steering. Petrified when we stopped in the middle of nowhere to refuel.And went back up into the air by the grace of the goddess herself, seeing as we took off from a dirt road that had a fucking cliff at the end of it.All the while, Michael looked thrilled. Trilled with laughter every time I let go of a scream or yelp. Seemed amused when I needed to throw up whatever was in my stomach, which was mainly bile by the end of the trip.I missed Ciaran’s private jet that I so detested when used for willy-nilly travel. Missed the champagne and the fact that a few pieces of duct tape didn’t fucking fall off the side of it.By the time we landed I was shaken up. Like a Chihuahua in a damned thunder storm.Throwing our bags out of the damned