All Chapters of Conflicted - Twist of Fate. : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Armina's perspective: Nathanial looks scared, watching me closely as he takes a deep breath. "Nathanial" I say, moving to come closer to him and placing my arms around his waist. Needing to feel closer to him, to fix the distance between us that keeps growing. I can tell his suprised; not expecting the instant affection. He sobs slightly, his arms coming around me as he squeezes me almost too tightly. "I'm sorry Armina" he states, trying to gather himself. "I know" I whisper, unable to say much more. "I really didn't mean to hurt you" he says, which I try to believe. Okay, time to talk seriously. I pull away gesturing for him to sit down across from me. He looks suprised and I all but feel the disappointment coming from him. "We need to talk this all out Nathanial, sorry isn't enough, I need to understand" I explain, hoping he will see how much we need this. I know he was hoping it was as simple as saying the words, but words mean nothing without changed behaviour. He had plenty of

Armina's perspective: Sleep didn't come. I've been laying awake, my eyes refusing to stop watering as I go over every moment of mine and Nathanial's conversation in my head. Was I too harsh? Should I try just push past it? My hand holding his almost non-existent mark on my neck as I think back to when we met. The whirlwind. I was ready to reject them both and it was Nathanial who helped me take the time I needed to see the truth behind them both. How did we go from that instant connection and love to this? I miss him. I miss what we had. I find myself wishing he was here and debating going to see him when the door opens, I don't move not wanting Tristan to see my tears. Then the scent hits me, it's not Tristan. It's him. When he jumps into bed and wraps his arms around me I turn and throw mine around his neck. Pushing my lips on his. The spark is slow, but grows as his lips move with mine. When his tongue meets mine I throw my whole body into the kiss; needing to feel him. Aurora an

Armina's perspective: When my power finally calms I grab clothes, throwing them on quickly and walking straight past a shocked Nathanial, who just stares at me with his mouth still open. Walking out the door with only one thought in my mind. Find Aiden. I leave my feet bare, letting them absorb the power of the earth as I walk. My goal, the dungeon. I will get the information out of the lycan they caught. I will find out who is behind this, then I will get Aiden myself and kill any one who has laid a finger on him. My normal resistance to the idea of death and killing, gone. This man has my answers and I don't care how bad I have to hurt him to get them. When I walk into the dungeon, I see Shayne, standing outside a cell. His eyes widen when he sees my eyes. I know what they would look like. The power still flowing through my body, my eyes glowing a violet purple. "Armina, what happened to you?" he asks concerned. I don't have the time or the inclination to explain. I have one goa

Tristan's perspective:I've finished off the other wolf in the room with ease, his was weak, Turning to find the one left I find myself pausing. He comes from the other room with nothing but arrogance and confidence. Recognition, and disbelief that I didn't smell him. He must be usingsome form of strong scent blocker, Cole and I can normally smell someone we know from a mile away. I can't believe we trusted this man, Cole growls as we confront him. "Leon? What is this?" I demand. Seeing the truth instantly as the words left my mouth. He had orchestrated this, taking Aiden was clearly his idea, he knows him well enough to know how he thinks and would have known he would look into it alone. His act at the pack nothing but lies, he was never on our side.He had let his pack members die. His father arrested believing his son has betrayed him, I understand not being loyal to your father but from what we knew his father had been there for him growing up. Leon laughs. "The look on your fac

Tristan. My mind stays in a dream state, flashing back to a memory of one of the few happy nights I've been able to share with Armina before life went to shit and I ended up where I am now. Armina's hands are in my hair, pulling hard as I kiss from behind her ear down to her collarbone. The taste of her skin instantly filling my whole body with desire and having my manhood pushing painfully against my jeans. I nibble on the top of her collarbone before running my tongue across her collarbone as my hand strokes her bare leg. Her leg moves up, causing her dress to lower, allowing clear vision of her beautiful thighs. She moans softly in my ear, making me growl as my hand moves upwards towards her underwear. I move my lips back to hers, taking her lower lip in my teeth as I bite gently. She gasps and I take full advantage, my tongue gaining entrance to massage hers. She instantly responds, his tongue moving with mine as my hand moves higher, gently pushing her already soaked underw