Chapter Three

Adaline's Point of View

"Daughter!" He yells in glee, and I feel relief, my paranoia fading away.

"Hi." I smile, relaxing. I've missed him. "How's Mom?"

"She's here, wants to speak to you." He says, and I wait for her "Adaline, come home." She says, and I freeze.

"Is something wrong?" I say, but she laughs.

"No, Adaline, It's our Anniversary next Saturday, and this year, I don't want a delivered gift and video call, I want my daughter, my only child." She says, and I sign.

"I miss you Mom, but I haven't being home in almost ten years. I left for a reason."

"I am not asking you to come back fully, just visit your mother, am I not enough reason?"

I roll my eyes "Enough with the guilt trip Mom."

"Excellent. I'll see you on Wednesday, bring me a huge cake, and your daddy wants a baseball hat. Love you, bye." She rushes out and cuts the call.

I groan in frustration. I don't want to go back, I don't want to go home, but it's been eight years, and it's time to return to New Orleans, just for a week.

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"Oh my baby girl, you look so grown." Mom grins, kissing me repeatedly on the cheek. I smile, hugging her closer, I'm trying to ignore it, the feeling of being incomplete and staring right at my other half, it's an ache, a void in me, but I've mastered the act of ignoring it, or so I think.

"Let me hug my daughter too, wifey." Dad says, laughing, and I leave Mom, hugging him, he feels almost like him, almost.

"You have been missed, Adaline. I hate that I missed out on your growth." He murmurs and guilt floods me.

I left New Orleans almost nine years ago. No one knows why I left, only I do. I grew up in the Big Easy, as they call New Orleans, and I grew up in The Blue Moon Pack, my mother is a watch, and my father a werewolf, everyone turns at age sixteen, they get mated few month later, by mated I don't mean get married, unless they want it. Mating is similar to soulmates, you get to know who your wolf wants, the person you'll spend the rest of your life with. I remember praying desperately to the moon every night to get a good mate and finally be a werewolf, but I didn't.

I waited and prayed, but I didn't. I watched my best friends wolf out, go hunting, train in their wolf forms, and I was the only eighteen years old to be abnormal. I waited for five years, then I left.

"You didn't miss much, Dad." I grin, releasing him.

I stare round the room, resisting every urge to look at him. Alexandru.

Fuck.

I smile as I greet the Alpha, I bite my lips to keep my retort in, finally glancing at Alexandru, just to find him looking at him, his eyes is bluer than ever, he's grown too, roughly. I tear my gaze away, as I greet Faye and Catalina. The plesentries go on for a while, till I've greeted everyone except Alexandru, I look at him again, still surprised to find him staring at him, like he's trying to decipher me, like he sees me, sees through me.

This is really awkward, I grimace, attempting a smile "Hi Alexandru."

He grits his teeth, and I feel a rush through me, but I ignore it.

"Fuck you, Adele." He says, quietly, but I hear him, we all do. I bite my lips to stifle my gasp. I watch him as he marches out the room, his every step thundering.

I breath out, staring round the room, "I will talk to him." I say, heading out.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Zach says, and I try not to blush in embarrassment.

"It's good. I got it. It's just Alexandru." I shrug.

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I pull off my jacket, New Orleans heat getting to me. Feeling oddly conscious, I glance at my outfit, I'm wearing a black skirt, with a nude crop top. It doesn't take long for me to find him.

"I said Fuck off Adele." He says, with clouded eyes.

"Hello to you too. Long time no see." I say, rubbing my arms.

He glances at me, just for a moment and it feels hot, I feel on fire, what is this? I don't feel like this with Cyprus.

"Why are you here?" He says, bluntly.

I walk closer to him, feeling the heat, God, New Orleans is hot.

"It is my parents anniversary." I shrug.

Before I left, Alexandru was my best friend, now, I'm staring at a stranger.

"You should leave, you don't believe in us, remember?" He smirks.

For a long time, after I didn't wolf out, I turned to Psychology, and I began to understand the inner workings of mankind. They are the abnormalities, not me, they are a deviant of nature, something wrong, and I'm the only right person here. Science helped me heal.

"Yes, I don't believe in you." I roll my eyes, then I walk closer to him, I feel the weird need to be one with him, to touch him, to kis -- I shake my head, trying to be rid of the thoughts. I look at him, and he looks amused, like he knows what I'm thinking.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask, quietly.

He laughs, "Fuck you, Adele."

I tilt my head, staring at him, his face looks older, there are scars on it, his eyes is deepest glow of blue, his hair is so dark, probably like his soul, it mirrors mine. I glance at his arms, his muscle, birceps, taking in every form and curve of his body. There's a fire in me, and I want us to burn together.

"Fuck you, Alexandru." I snap, if he wants to be mean, I'm game. God, I need to leave this place, I need to leave his sight, I really do hate him, and the things he makes me feel.

I turn away from him, but I don't get far, before he drags me back in his arm, our bodies pressed together, God, this sensation is divine, I'm not supposed to think that.

"Don't call me that." He growls, and I gasp, it feels like his voice went down between my legs. I cling to him, gasping for air, as my hand gets buried in his hair, and he closes the distance between us, kissing me, I drink it up, mind amiss, clinging to him like he's my only source of life, I don't question the feeling, because it feels so good. I throw my legs round his waist, and he throws me against the wall.

Mine.

I hear, but I didn't say anything. I tear always from him, his hands are on my waist, gripping my ass, I blink, trying to understand how we got here. I push him back, staggering, trying to find my grip.

"Did you say something?" I ask, gulping, cleaning my lips.

"Did you hear something?" He smirks, licking his lips.

I gulp, hating the way that makes me feel.

"Let me make something clear that, Adele." He says, leaning into me, I'm backed up against the wall, I should run, but I can't, I don't think I want to.

I look at his face, and I see it.

"I want to tie you down, and have my way with you. I want to hurt you like you hurt me. I want to hit you right where it hurts."