บททั้งหมดของ Taken (#2 The Southern Werewolves Pack Series): บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Stefano stood there in the darkness watching her. Adeline was in a deep sleep with the moonlight shone to her porcelain skin. Her head was whipped from left to right and back and forth as if she was having another nightmare.Few things began to rise in the air in the room. It didn’t surprise him at all. From the moment he resurrected her from the grave, he knew something was definitely different in her. Something stronger than he had ever seen in his thousands of years of life.He made his way to her side and put his cold hand on her sweaty forehead — seizing the nightmare from her mind.“Show me what you truly are, my love,” he whispered before he loomed his lips near hers.

Perfection used to be Eleanor’s middle name. From her perspective, everything had to be perfect. The way she arranged the dishes or the books or the way she walked. Clavier spent his entire life observing and learning the way Eleanor did everything. She wasn’t the type of woman who liked to get her hands dirty. Eleanor loved giving orders and questioning people. That was what she did best.Even so, a perfectionist made mistakes too.#“Maybe you should have let Stefano handle this.” Clavier suggested again.Adeline shook her head with a smile and got into the carriage, and he followed her suit. She was just as stubborn as her husband. Nobody could change their mind once they decided on things.“Stefano has enough on his plates,” She responded when the carriage began moving. “This is just a small thing I could do to ease his burden.”“Flash your smile to him. The burden would disappear.” he teased her. “You know how much he loves your smile.”

Nobody could form a word to say as the woman who looked like Mira claimed herself as Adeline Domenico, looking at them as if each of them had grown ten heads. She looked like Mira with a very close resemblance. Everything else about Adeline’s feature was looked precisely like Mira except for a few things.Her hair was a golden color, and her eyes weren’t as electric blue as Mira’s. And she was shorter too. Mira’s height could match up to Cohen’s shoulder, and he stood tall on six-foot-nine.“How did—what the hell?” Amanda spoke at last. “Who are you?”“Adeline Domenico.” She repeated her name. “Aren’t you General Solomon?” she pointed to Cohen.“General what?” Liam asked

The front of the diner swung opened and was ringing the bell in return. His boots made sounds on the floor as he made his way to the table on the far corner of the diner. There weren’t many customers or staff: ten customers, two waitresses, and one cook. But even the slightest detail played an important role. Two doors were leading to the outside; one was the front door where he had come in earlier, and another was in the kitchen. He could break the glass wall if he had to.There were two cars outside. And the diner was located in the middle of nowhere. Did those ten customers pile into two vehicles and then took a different table? That was weird to think about it.A freshly brewed black coffee at the coffee maker machine and the chirming sound of phones echoed. The clattering sound came from the kitchen as the cook completed the orders.

Two hours had passed, she still rooted on the same ground, staring at the seven-foot-tall portrait of Stefano and herself. In the picture, Stefano had long black hair while he was wearing a three-piece wool suit consisted of a black wool frock coat, trousers, and a contrasting brocade vest as if he had just arrived from time traveling from the 18th century. The way his eyes were locking with hers was a pure adoration and love. Adeline was wearing a stunning rose gold sequin dress with a square neckline that showed her defined collarbone and body curve. They both looking adoringly at one another. Even it was just a picture, the love could be felt.Right now, she didn’t feel like it was her in the portrait. It felt different, like she just suddenly existed as Adeline with no memories. Even if Stefano said it would take time for her to remember things,