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At this point, I regret telling Damon to take another car- he'd help me even if I didn't ask him to. Perhaps I look miserable, or maybe it's the constant hissing, but finally, Zeno had enough. He lets out a loud groan and glares at me. "Do you need any help there, Alpha Hades?" Is it weird that his tone kind of turns me on? Just like the look in his eyes? Maybe it's because of the strange effect this tiny Alpha has on me, but all I want to do is tease him. I drop the old bandage on the seat next to me and wiggle my eyebrows, "What kind of help, my dear wife?"

I slammed my mind walls shut, he clearly needed time to chill, and I needed the space to breathe. This was the torment I had been dealing with ever since I met Adeline in my literature class a week ago. Dax had been making my life a living hell with his relentless demands to mate and mark her. Heck, I couldn't even remember how many times he had forced me to run to her window under the cover of night, just to be close enough to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers. It was the only thing keeping him sane, that, and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors.

I muttered, which made Adeline turn her head at me. Her eyes darkened, teeth gritted already. Just like earlier, I can still feel her will to end my life. But because of Drake, she couldn’t do it. Well, even if Drake is not here, I won’t still let this woman lay her filthy hands on my skin. “Just shut up, Evangeline! I don't need your opinion!” Adeline screamed, which made me laugh. “Okay, I will shut up, but make sure you leave this pack as soon as possible. You're trespassing!” I responded.

"If anything, it makes things simpler." "Simpler how?" "Now you don't have any reason to stay married to me." Adeline's face crumpled. "You're a monster." She pushed past me and went to get dressed. A few minutes later, she came back downstairs and left with the police officers. After they were gone, I went back upstairs to Rebecca. She was sitting up in bed, looking worried. "I heard voices," she said. "What happened?" "Adeline's mother is dead," I said.

I click my tongue at her, "You introduced yourself to me as my new best friend, remember? Best friends should have each others phone numbers. Now hand it over, sister." Hestia hesitates once more but puts her phone in my hand. I smile in satisfaction and quickly enter the digits, sending myself a quick text to save her number on my phone as well. I hand her phone back to her, "Now, what should we do for the rest of the night? Do you know any good shows?" Before she could speak, the elevator chimes through the condo, signaling that someone was home. Dread comes upon me as footsteps echoes against the walls. A womans fluttery laugh is heard and my happiness is gone.

The overhead bulbs had begun flickering badly; the house preferred candles now, and I had stopped questioning it. The first journal belonged to Margaret Harrow, 1897 great-grandniece of the builder. Her early entries were careful and lovely, full of hope about starting over. Then the tone changed. She wrote of a presence that knew her name, dreams that left her aching and wet, a “gentleman in the walls” who came to her at night and made her body sing in ways no living man ever had. She described his cock in explicit, fevered detail: a burning shadow, endless, splitting her sweetly. She wrote of being fucked for hours, of coming until she wept, of begging him to fill her cunt, her ass, her th

His gaze dropped to my lips for a fraction of a second before returning to my eyes. Neither of us moved. And I knew—deep in my bones—that this delivery was going to change everything. It was almost 1 a.m. by the time I got home. Cleo was fast asleep on the couch, one leg dangling off the side, looking so peaceful it made my chest ache with love and exhaustion. I draped a blanket over him gently, then collapsed onto my own bed. My mind wouldn’t shut off. Adrian’s intense eyes. The brush of his fingers. Kendra’s shameless moans and the way she’d ridden Professor Reed like she owned him.

This time the door stood wide open, like she was expecting me, like she knew I wouldn’t dare be late. I stepped inside without knocking. Adeline was already there, behind her desk, and she looked… fuck. She wore a black blazer, but it was open down the front, and underneath was red lace lingerie that barely covered anything. The cups of the bra were sheer, her nipples dark and hard against the fabric. Black stockings hugged her long legs, the lace tops digging into her thighs just enough to leave little indents. High black heels caught the desk light and gleamed. She sat with her legs crossed, one foot dangling, and the second I walked in, her eyes locked on mine, and she didn’t say a word.

Everyone who tells her that they will do anything to understand Adeline is untrue. Adeline woke up the next day and noticed her sight went back to normal. It was like an immediate miracle. She decided that she should have someone to tell about her eye condition so that she could get an opinion. But who can she talk to about that? Her friend Chris wasn’t an exemption from her options, so she had the courage to go to his apartment before she went straight to work. She tried to knock on his door… but no one seemed to answer. Her thoughts went crazy, ‘Has he left already? Did he really leave without even letting me know? What happened last night was already a goodbye from him? Why?’

Helena stopped in front of my bed and I sat straighter on my bed and raised my eyebrows at her, indicating her to speak. “She is innocent.” That was the first thing that came out of her mouth and I could see, Adeline visibly relaxing by my peripheral view. She was standing near me and looking at our intruders. She didn’t utter a single word. She looked confused by the entire events that took place this night. Helena looked bothered; whatever she had read from my mail was definitely not good. She was the strongest among my grim reapers and she was smartest too. She was the only one who had the guts to call me by my name.