All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Penelope’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the soft light filtering through the curtains, muted gold spilling over the sheets as if promising peace. Yet ahead, the ache in my shoulders, the tight pull of healing skin along my ribs told me that peace was not yet mine. However long this lasted, I wasn't ready to leave the warmth of whatever magical blanket wrapped around me.I paused for a moment, wishing I could freeze this feeling, lost in the echoes of last night, Daemon's warmth, his hands moving slowly and intentionally across my skin, surprisingly gentle... how he washed me like I was something breakable, how he kissed me like I mattered. I swallowed hard and turned my head into the pillow. Stupid heart.Eventually, I sat up, groaning at the dull ache in my side. I moved slowly and carefully, trying not to happen to tug at or put pressure on the bandaged wound. I wrapped up in a soft robe, stood, and walked barefoot to the wardrobe to find something light and airy to wear. I pul

Penelope’s POVMy feet moved quietly from pillar to post as thoughts swarmed my head. All I had to do was knock, and I'd be standing before him the next second. But I'd tried, countless times. My hand ended up hanging in the air, doing nothing at the end. I stopped pacing for a moment and stood by the wall, taking in slow, steady and long breaths in. It takes nothing…I thought. In silence, the courage grew, and I felt the determination return to my arm. A few inches away from the door, and it flung open. My blood grew cold, and I froze. “He was just asking about you,” Odessa muttered as the door rested on the wall behind it. I remained silent until she and the trail of men covered in complicated attires walked past me. I thought I recognized a few of them, but my eyes were too busy searching for him in the office. I went in, still looking around until his voice pulled my attention. “Shut the door behind you,” Daemon ordered. I did as instructed. He didn't turn. Just stood the

Penelope’s POVI wasn't exactly sure how to feel with Celeste bumping into our conversation. But one thing was for sure, i’d put Callista in a more difficult position. Her eyes were heavy, traces of tears gathering around her corner. “Will you excuse us for a moment,” Celeste dismissed me. It may have sounded like she was seeking my permission, but I knew better that she didn't want me close to her niece. I would rather be somewhere else, doing something other than standing in their midst. “Of course,” I said and turned to leave, but a palm gripped my arm firmly and pulled me back. “Not a single word about this should leave your mouth,” Celeste warned. “Are you threatening me, Lady Celeste?” I tend to be polite when I can't quite get the full picture. Was it a threat, or a warning? We just stared into each other's eyes for a moment before a smile streaked across her cheeks, coupled with the loosening of her palm around my arm. “Don't forget all I said to you back there,” It w

Daemon’s POVLucas joined me as I headed toward the garage. I noticed the heavy face he carried after he walked past me to get the door, a mode of communicating his anger to me whenever we had an issue. He has an issue, not the other round. Before I could go into the car, Celeste stormed out of the house, calling my name. I looked at Lucas whose face was buried on the door while he waited for me to go in. “Did you tell her we were going into town?” “No,”“So what does she want?”“She's your cousin. You should know better,” I ignored the cold demeanor and covered some grounds away from the car. “Celeste?”“You're leaving…without me?”“It's a survey,” I eyed her and turned to return to the car. “We do not need a number that would announce our presence before we arrive,”She followed, keeping her pace up with mine and her questions following after. “How many are going?” “Six,”“And I suppose the girl is part,” I halted, inhaling a large amount of air before dropping my answer. “Ye

DAEMON'S POV The door slammed shut behind me, but I barely registered the sound. All I could hear was my heart pounding in my ear. I had tried. Gods, I had tried. To let her breath, to let her have her space. But with every struggle to stay angry with her, I could feel my heart leaping over the door post into the room to know what she was doing. Enough of fighting the urge, I thought, despite how happy it would make Zephyr that he'd won this round. Every second I spent on that couch felt like a storm raging through my chest, slamming against my ribs and desperate to be set free. And then she opened that door, standing before me with a loosely knotted robe that revealed a good portion of her cleavage, like she'd been waiting all night, knowing fully well that I was going to come crawling back into her arms. I didn't need to ask questions again. My lips crashed on hers again, hungry and searching. This time leading her towards the bed with my hands curled around her waist and ser