Her Two Proud Wolves のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Adelia's Point of ViewHis hands roamed up the sides of my body, torching the skin wherever he touched. Inched me closer to him until I was flush against him. Could fully hear the pounding of his heart.Our lips worked together in a frenzy, trying to eat each other alive instead of savoring the moment. Savoring the memory.But I didn't want it to end. Didn't want this to become just another chapter in my life. I wanted to feel him every day. Felt this alive whenever he was near.Whenever they were near.And if that made me selfish, then I was glad for it. Knew that what I wanted was given to me by the goddess but changed by mortals who followed their own heads instead of her guidance.Just for this ravaging moment, I didn't consider anyone else but myself. Until a female voice called down the hall and a bucket of ice water was thrown over me.It gave me the odd sense of Deja Vu. We had been here once before, in this very room. But her voice hadn't been present, her name had. And I h

Adelia's Point of ViewI remained in the room for another hour. Pulled myself into the tightest ball I could muster and simply listened. Waited. Either for Michael and his fiancee to fuck off or for better days. Whichever came first.When their voices receded and I was sure no one else was lingering outside or close by, I unspooled myself. But remained firmly on the bed. Eyes darted across the room, taking everything in. Absorbing the home that would be mine and mine alone one of these days.Although this revelation was a happy one, I couldn't stop the feeling of hopelessness from entering my chest. The predicament I found myself in with a human and his damned choices. It somehow masked the elation I was supposed to feel in this moment.The pile of clothes I had tossed out of the cupboard was still on the floor, waiting for me to pack them into the duffel I had dug out from somewhere. The rest of the room was still pristine. Packed neatly into sections that I knew by heart.This was

Michael's Point of ViewThank fuck for small mercies. One of them was that the hotel suite they had booked us into had two rooms. Nadia took the smaller one, slamming the door shut almost immediately after we walked in. Another of the small mercies was that they had booked us the most expensive joint in the city. With marble floors and chandeliers. A fully stocked bar with underlighting. Even the patio had a hot tub.Wonderful.If only there would be enough time to actually enjoy the fucking thing. "Yeah. We just got to Eiecrunt. The Alpha and his advisers want to see me in the next," I tipped my wrist over, activating the light on the watch. "thirty minutes." I said into the speaker. "We have heard that there has been unrest in the enemy's home pack. Are you to thank for that?" The gravelly voice echoed into my ear, grating against all of my nerves.Victor. An old brutish man who often spoke for the entire organization, like he was the only one running the joint."I was part of an

Adelia's Point of View"Take it easy, big guy, can't have you falling over and adding more to my list of shit to fix on you," Nessa scolded her brother.Her arm was firmly tucked beneath one of his shoulders. The other shoulder was held up by a reluctant Aiden, still dressed in what I now considered his man-whore shorts. He was unimpressed with the fact that his captain saw him in such attire but we assured him Siya was wholly focused on not falling on his face instead of what any of us wore."My feet feel like fucking lead." Siya breathed out.We were halfway down the stairs after he had insisted that he wanted to spend time with us. I knew that it was just an excuse not to be alone all the damned time up there. To rather have company than wallow in your own self-pity.So, with a lot of hassle just to get him out of bed, we made our way towards the living room. The very same one Aiden was still fussing about when Siya asked to be moved downstairs. None of us wanted to ask how we w

Michael's Point of ViewOne glass of bourbon. Two glasses of bourbon. Three. Fine.A fourth wouldn't hurt.By now, my feet were aching as I paced up and down the hotel room. My bones had become numb to the impact and the stretch of my stride. But my mind still whirred as I downed my fourth, but not final, glass.At least I had a light buzz. Nadia was still with Dargan, even though the sun was setting low over the horizon. Both were working tirelessly to help in any way they could.And when she got back, I was going to shatter her world into tiny bits and pieces. Or free her from this relationship after slaving away in it for so damned long. I reached for the bottle again, fingers feeling heavier already, when the front door opened and I was greeted by her familiar steps bouncing around on the tile."I'm back," She called out. The same greeting she had always given me if she knew I would be home before her.In my younger years, that was seldom. Missions, meetings, and training had t