All Chapters of A Crown of Halos (book 1 of the Angel series): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I hate the mass gathering of people. It freaks me out just a bit. All these people mean a bigger fire hazard. All these people mean that at least one person is a psychopath or sociopath. All these people mean that someone could start a fire. All these people mean someone might be murdered. The only positive of all these people is the people watching. I sit in my chair at the base of the stage and watch. Watch people coming. Watch people going. Watch the relationships and not relationships. Things that were and are and could be. Things that will happen and might happen and won't happen. Things. I've been told I have an overactive observation and interpretation rate that eggs on my unusually high imagination. Some psychiatrist said I have the imagination of a 5 year old combined with the dark thoughts and life experience of a 30 year old war veteran. But he never said if that was good or not. Maybe it is, until it's not. The ceremony starts and the

Reece tosses me onto my feet. Before I even tilt back because I loose balance, Reece's lips are pressed against mine and his arms are around my waist. I waste no time kissing him back and fling my arms around his neck. It's a deep, passionate, toe curling, goosebump, shiver down your spine kind of kiss. The kind of kiss I'll never forget. His fingers run up my back softly to find the zipper of my dress. He glides it down and moves his fingers back down my back, to hook his hands around the back of my thighs. In one fluid motion he picks me up so my legs wrap around his waist. He takes one step towards the bed and a rapid knocking sounds on the door. Reece's growl reverberates through the room, making the windows shake. "I would be here if it wasn't important." Hunter's voice sounds through the door. "There's an massive attack coming through from the west." Reece almost drops me as he races to the door. Hunter and a group of warriors are waiting outside our ro

We trudge home trough the thick mud and rain. Silent tears slip from my cheeks. Not for those who were lost but those who still remain. Those who mourn for their loved ones. Mates, fathers, brothers, husbands, sons. I wrap my arms tighter around myself and let out a single soft sob. Hunter silently wraps his arm around my shoulder and tucks me into his side. I don’t let the walls break though. I just lean further into his warmth.He stops dead and when I look up at him, his eyes are cloudy. When they clear he looks down at me.“Reece has been looking for you. He’s pissed.” He says flatly. “I’ve been commanded to return you to him in his study.”“Let him be pissed. There’s more important things than his anger.” I snatch myself from Hunter and continue marching home.The rain falls like a blanket to cover up the blood, the death, in the forest.I know the warriors are close behind to make sure I get b

Reece’s POV of the ball“Why are we here?” I growl out, tugging at this fucking tie. I know the answer but maybe I can argue my way out of it if Hunter says it. We’re here because a meme we of the royal family has to be present at the new alpha ceremonies and because I’m the Alpha of our pack, I have the chore of attending. “You know exactly why we’re here.” Hunter rolls his eyes at me while we walk towards the hall. “I hate suits.” I grumble. “What about the crown?” Hunter hits me on the back of the head causing the fucking thing to sit skew. I don’t bother straightening it. The girls eat this shit up. And honestly I don’t really care enough to fix it. “Listen, the blah blah bit of ceremony will be an hour tops. We’ll drink whatever’s being poured, you can your pick of whichever girl you like, you can skrew her and then we’ll head

“Do I look okay?” I ask as I smooth my skirt out in front of the mirror. “Yes.” Reece says from the bathroom. “You haven’t even seen me.” “And yet I know you look stunning.” He walks out of the bathroom. “Like always.” I turn and place my hands on my hips giving him a pointed look. “I don’t want to look ‘stunning’, Reece. I want to look professional.” I turn back towards the mirror and flatten my collar. “Like I’m supposed to be there.” Reece walks up behind me and warps his arms around my waist before kissing my cheek. “You look professional because you ARE supposed to be there.” He pulls away and smack me on the ass. “Knock em dead.” I squeak at the contact and take a deep breath, glancing over my shoulder at my retreating mate.