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She stuttered embarrassingly, "Oh, no. no. Not exactly, I haven't finished it yet." If her friends were here and seen this painting, they would have been shocked. Adeline they knew did not make this kind of mistake on her paintings. _Ah! Adel why did you paint this.. ahh! was her brain fried She could not think of anything else than that. How can I possibly paint that guy? She was still in a daze, as those abs, we're constantly in her mind. she had subconsciously painted Mr. Williams, that... that jerk. He refused to acknowledge her after getting a feel of her butt._

She said it, though it didn’t seem like she meant it in the least. She walked away, leaving me confused. I stared at her as she got inside the limousine parked in front of the gates. Adeline Hart, the daughter of the Alpha of the tenth shadow pack. What relation did she have with my husband? ********************************

My eyes scan the portraits one by one, trying to find inspiration, when my eye travels to a corner I rarely venture to look at. I swallow. My eyes lock on the all-black painting. The only color is a pair of red glowing eyes. This. This image is of my nightmares. I was plagued for years with this image. I haven't thought of it in so long. A shiver shoots up my spine as I break my eye lock and return to my blank canvas. **** I painted for a bit, but decided I needed to ground myself a bit more. I head downtown to a little neighborhood I like to call Hallow Glen. I don't know why. I just like the way it sounds.

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

"I can make you forget the Council. Just one taste, Zane. Let me remind you of the history we almost had." She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my knees, her hands fumbling with my belt. She looked up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes searching for a flicker of the old fire. "She doesn't even know how to please you," Adeline hissed, her voice sharp with venom. "She’s a cold, little bird. I’m a fire. Let me burn for you." She leaned forward, her mouth opening to take me through the fabric of my trousers, her hands reaching up to shove her breasts into my face, desperate for any contact, any sign that she still held power over me.

In a blur, he was in front of them, ripping the dead deer off the table so violently it shattered the glass wall of the beach house. “What the fuck?!” he growled, voice coated in rage. My stomach twisted in knots at the scene. Blood splattered. The pungent, raw smell of dead flesh hung thick in the air. A few of his men had been feeding—right on the kitchen counter, the same damn kitchen that shared an open space with the living room. “We were only hungry… that’s all,” one of them mumbled, heads bowed low. Their fear was visible. They trembled like leaves in a storm. Of course they did—he was Abaddon, after all.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

She has some history on Katerina she wants to tell you,’ Hunter mind links. I follow Hunter back to our pack. When we arrive I find Adelaide waiting for me. “I’m glad you are here.” “It’s time you knew about the Angels and about Adelina.” I don’t interrupt and let her continue with her story. My mother, aunt and Beta are all listening. “Adelina was the first hybrid known to the supernatural. Adelina was half fairy and half werewolf. Her wolf was named Irena. The very same that is now attached to Katerina.”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

His image flickered faintly, like heat haze. “You’re glitching,” Cade muttered. “I’m processing,” Adrian shot back, smirking the way he used to when he was alive. “Welcome back to the world of the mostly living. You look like hell.” “Feels about right.” Cade pocketed Lila’s crescent-moon necklace and started walking toward the main hall. His boots splashed through the puddle—and for a second, the water rippled crimson. Adrian saw it too. “That’s… new.”