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Then I stood up, telling everyone, “Sebastian and I are going to see Eva. We’ll be back shortly.” As soon as we were out the door, he asked, “Where does Eva live?” I smiled, “Just next door.” We walked to a small, white bungalow style house and I knocked on the door. A young woman who looked to be around age sixteen with coal black, waist-length hair opened the door. I smiled, “Hello, Eva. How are you?” Eva smiled, “It’s been a minute, Adele. I’m good. How are you? I heard you found your mate.” I smiled, “I’m doing well. Yes, I did. This is my mate, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is my cousin, Eva.” Sebastian shook her hand and she laughed, “He thinks I’m an unmated teenager.” I chuckled, “Eva i

She purposely presses herself into it and stands there like a doll out on display. Fuck me. “I…” I stutter, swallowing loudly, heat shooting straight to my groin. “Of course not. How can I ever change my mind, baby?” “Good,” she says as she slowly swipes her palm over the top part of the glass, revealing her face clearly. “Because I’ll be very disappointed.” Adaline… she presents herself like a young innocent, naive girl on the outside, but she’s as cunning as she is smart. And she knows exactly how to get what she wants when she wants it.

Only a little money from her books remained. “So, I heard you were looking for me?” An elegant woman walked in with a little boy by her side. Adeline stood up as she accessed the lady. She looks more beautiful in person, slightly plump with curves, shiny black hair, earthy brown eyes and light chocolate skin. Seems like she got her eye and skin color from her. “Hello, mother.” Grace looked at the young lady in front of her in shock. A sense of recognition flash in her earthy orbs as she looked at the familiar face.

Adeline I'm Adeline Galdur, a twenty-year-old alpha daughter of the Nightingale Pack. I am known for being intelligent, vigorous, and brave, and I step out of the limelight and out of the shadow of the night. I grew up with my brother Daniel, who taught me self-defense, which I took seriously. For me, being a woman was never an advantage; however, I couldn't say it was a disadvantage either. I join the warriors and fighters whenever necessary and will never run to the bunker for safety. I was outgoing and wild; my defiance toward my father was evident and known to everyone.

I said politely as I rose from my seat. The candidate was a young girl and had been turned when she was sixteen, frozen in time at the same maturity level. She was small in stature with strawberry blonde curls and looked more like a doll than a protector and nanny. The girl, wearing heels to appear taller, rose to her full height and extended her hand. “Mr. Steel, thank you for the opportunity, and may I just say that, although I look young, I am over one hundred and fifty years old, having been turned in 1863, during the Civil War.” Yes, she was young. I smiled warmly. “Thank you, Adeline. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Adaline paused for a second, then smiled lightly. "Alright." She turned and made her way upstairs. Her room felt quieter now, slower. She sat on the bed for a moment, looking around, unsure of what to do with herself. She wasn't used to being idle, to having nothing to focus on. It felt strange. After a moment, she stood up again. Her steps were quieter this time as she made her way out of her room and down the hallway. She stopped in front of Ronan's study. Just for a second. Then she opened the door. The room was neat, organized, everything in its place. She stepped inside carefully, her gaze moving across the shelves until it landed on a novel.

I said politely as I rose from my seat. The candidate was a young girl and had been turned when she was sixteen, frozen in time at the same maturity level. She was small in stature with strawberry blonde curls and looked more like a doll than a protector and nanny. The girl, wearing heels to appear taller, rose to her full height and extended her hand. "Mr. Steel, thank you for the opportunity, and may I just say that, although I look young, I am over one hundred and fifty years old, having been turned in 1863, during the Civil War." Yes, she was young. I smiled warmly. "Thank you, Adeline. I'll keep that in mind."

the dean suggested, leading Bruno and Lizzie to his office along with Adeline's attending physician. "This is Adeline's medical report. Because of the fall, her head was severely injured. The fact she woke up after such a long time is a miracle. However, she has lost all her memories and her mental age has regressed to that of a seven or eight-year-old child," the dean explained, handing the report to Bruno. "Adeline is thirty years old, so she…" Lizzie couldn't finish her sentence. "Correct, she has the body of a thirty-year-old but the mind of a child," the dean confirmed Lizzie's thoughts.

-Austin's POV- It took everything in me to walk out of the kitchen, with Adalina standing there in a clingy white T-shirt and no bra. Showing her perfect breasts and her hard nipples. And the way she moaned my name. I wanted to bend her over the damn kitchen island and fuck her until she couldn’t breathe. “Are you jealous?” She asked in such a seductive tone, and it made me mad because it’s true. I am jealous of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy and that is honestly just pathetic.

He is seen with a new woman each week. Meet Adelia Cinzia,26 years old,an independent woman who works in a hotel. She has bad experiences at relationships,so she doesn't do date. When he meets Adelia there is an attraction and he doesn't want her to walk out just like that. When these two meets and sparks fly and they both don't want a relationship just sex. They enter a contract relationship,will they fall in love or will they both have their hearts broken. Find out in this book.