Adelia's Point of ViewAlthough Nessa seemed fine with her current circumstances, I was unsure what to do with her. Yes, she had provided me much relief when it came to my own kidnapping but I was unsure of whether she would take kindly to this, even with her pretty words. Did that make a me selfish person? Most likely. But it also made me a cautious Alpha. One that didn't want any harm to come to her people again.So, whilst in the bar, I was sure to drop my voice a few decibels when I spoke. "Has your contract ended?" I asked Michael, all business and no pleasure.The handsome man stared at me for another second. Even though he had downed a considerable amount of alcohol, his eyes were still clear. Sharp as an axe. "That depends on how much more I can be offered for something else," He replied, noting the no-nonsense tone of my voice.Ulrich groaned and slid off of his chair. "Whatever it is he is asking extra, that's coming out of your pack's funds. I think we drained our accounts
Adelia’s Point of View It was like containing a wild dog when it came to Nessa. Her temper clearly ran within her family. Yet Michael held his composure well. Seemed almost unphased by her outburst.Until Nessa had whirled on me.Something had flashed in his eyes. Something like worry or weariness.I hadn’t given it much thought. Trudged on and calmed the girl down without hesitation.Now, on land and in a strange new place, the girl had fallen silent. Only took sidelong glances my way. As if to figure out where I stood. Why I had stopped her from telling him who she truly was.It should have gotten me some brownie points, I hoped. Showed her that I would protect her, even here and now.But no.From the fierce look she was now giving me as the rest of the people filed out of the plane, I knew I hadn’t achieved anything. Not really, despite her telling me some part of her was grateful for being away from that pack.Yet I couldn’t muster together the energy to worry about it right now
Adelia’s Point of ViewAfter a long day on the road and another few hours stuck informing everyone of everything I knew, I was wholly spent.Teagan was happy to have her mate back.Ciaran was happy that his mate had her friend back.And most of them retired to their assigned rooms without much fuss, no doubt indulging in their bodies’ desire to be close.Which left me alone. Or as alone as you could be in a house filled to the brim with people.Nessa, at least, remained in her room for the entire interrogation from Ciaran and his cabal. Resigned herself to thinking over what had happened in the last day or so. Not that she was any happier than she was back at the compound.Or any more free.Fuck.Just for now, she would be watched. Until I could figure out what to do with her. What role to give her. Michael offered to spy on her for-“If you squeeze the glass any harder you might end up with shards stuck in your hands,” A thrilling voice came from the small living room on the second f
Adelia’s Point of View“Wait, wait, wait,” I mumbled between breaths. Clutched at my stomach as I tried my best to keep my laughing under control. “So, you’re telling me that you only drink white wine but your favourite drink of choice is a cosmopolitan?” I asked, grinning from ear to ear.We were both on our second bottle. Had stumbled onto this topic only about ten minutes ago. But it was the funniest thing.It also didn’t escape me that he and Siya had that in common, along with being my mates.How utterly ironic.Michael was also grinning from ears to ear. Laid back in his seat a bit more and eyed me up and down. The light in his eyes sent my blood blazing.Or maybe that was just the alcohol.“Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked, rolling his eyes.I laughed again. Folded myself double, even, as I carried on. “Because you don’t drink red wine because you find it too sweet. Now you are telling me you basically drink syrup!” I exclaimed.My feet started aching beneath my body.
Adelia’s Point of ViewStanding in front of Nessa’s door had my hart pounding out of my ribcage. Closed up my throat to the point where I was unsure if I would suffocate or not.Behind the wood, I couldn’t make out a single noise.Timidly, I tapped on the door. Spoke even softer than I had with her last night before we went our separate ways. “Nessa. I know it is early but I wanted to know if you’d like to go for a run,” I asked and stifled my breathing.I had wanted to go back to work today. Had so much to do. There was barely a full week left before Christmas. And the pack needed to get ready for the festivities.But Alvara had shooed me away the moment I stepped foot into my office.I could go back to work tomorrow. Take today just to process and regroup my thoughts.So, running was the only option I had right now to soothe my ragged soul.“Come on, Nessa. You can’t just stay in your room the entire time you’re here,” I pleaded, letting some of my growing nerves show in my voice.S
Adelia's Point of View Despite our argument earlier, Michael carried on following me into the woods. Kept a healthy pace behind me at all times. Blood surged through my body. Legs ached as I crossed the 4-mile line. My time spent cooped up in the compound had done me no favors. Or I was just not getting into the right pace. The right rhythm. Either way, I kept pushing forward without thinking too much about it. Behind me, Michael barely even breathed. Had his rhythm so wonderfully under control that I couldn't hear him. Only the steady crunch of his feet told me- "You aren't keeping your chin straight and your back is slightly hunched forward. Try focussing on those areas," He called and I ground my teeth. Like he could hear my thoughts. Or read my body language. I hissed back at him. Increased my pace to a run, no longer a jog. The burning in my lungs felt pleasant. Washed away all of my other thoughts. Until he spoke again, keeping pace like it was nothing to him. "Fine. D
Siya's Point of View"Don't do this, Siya! She already flayed you like a fucking fish! Your back is barely fucking healing! If she catches you doing this..." Killian ground out behind me. His footsteps echoed down the hall. Vibrated down my bones.I gritted my teeth but carried on walking."She is going to know something is up if you do this. She'll go out of her way to find Adelia again, just to punish you in the process. Or worse, she'll think you helped her to escape!" He seethed. But remained firmly behind me.Never dared touch me as I cruised down the long halls of the outer wing.This was the wing most of our men stayed in. Divided up into quadrants and squad quarters. An easier way to navigate all the lackeys who fell beneath us. First came the man who had survived the attack. The only fucking survivor. The fool should rather have taken his own life than cling to his miserable fate now. By the time I was done with him, he would pray to the goddess that he hadn't been spared.O
Siya's Point of View Gerald was trembling by the time I had unplugged most of his machines. With wide eyes and thin lips, he watched me wordlessly. Spit seeped out of the corners of his mouth, like a rabid dog about to be put down. The fear in those wide eyes of his sent thrills down my body. Woke up the most wicked side of me. "Ah, I read in your file that you are on the mend. How is that gunshot feeling?" I asked, a large grin forming on my face. His eyes shuddered. Scanned the empty room and the dead monitors all around him. "Bet... Better, thank you, captain." He replied, voice hoarse. Breathless. Afraid. I nodded slowly. Turned on my heel and looked at the door. Marched toward it before slamming the lock into place. On the other side, I heard Killian swearing several times over. "I'm glad. So glad that you remained alive during the entire thing, just so you could report back to me. The goddess must find you favorable indeed." I mused, twisted back to look at him with anot