Michael's Point of View I've done missions like this hundreds of times before. Helped thousands of people escape and reunited them with their families. Walked into danger more times than it was necessary to count. Yet this time felt different. Almost like it would be the fight of my life. The last stance I would ever take. More important even than that time I had stopped a terrorist group from burning down a damned school... Which was ridiculous but didn't change the fact in the slightest. Standing in the middle of the Air BnB, I zipped up the last of my combat suit. Made of Kevlar and as tight as a second skin, this felt familiar as well. Seemed like I was inhaling for the first time in months. This was what I knew. This was what I lived for. Loved. No women to cloud my judgment. No booze to fog up my brain. Pure instinct and training. Most of my handguns were strapped to me. Four in total. Seven hunting knives as well. One rifle in a case beside me. All of them had at least
Adelia’s Point of View Having a small army behind my back felt a whole lot better than just having Aiden around. I had to give it to him. He had swayed so many people to our side that when the time finally came to pull off our little plan I had nothing left to do but wait for the panic to set in. However, getting out over two dozen people seemed like a more difficult task than what we had previously bargained for. Then came the fact that we had to make arrangements for their families. All of them had to be relocated to either Lover’s Quarrel or Eiecrunt. The latter wasn’t much of an option unless- Standing in the morning light surrounded by two dozen armed guards, I finally got the courage to take the phone Aiden handed to me. A lump as solid as any rock formed in my throat, obscuring any air that might want to pass. Alvara was going to be livid. No matter how much she trusted me, relied on me, and kept me by her side, she was going to be angry beyond reproach. With good reason,
Siya’s Point of ViewBeing stuck inside a cell whilst Adelia was fighting for our lives made my blood run cold. She had bargained with Phaedra to keep me alive. A stupid and reckless decision that could have both of our heads on pikes by the end of the week, knowing her tongue.Then she visited me twice in spite of the dangers and risks of it. With the second visit, she told me what she was planning on doing. How she wanted us both to get out with the help of her other mate, Michael.A human was going to help to get me out of here. A fucking human male.Somehow, that made me even angrier than being stuck in here. Made me angrier than when Killian beat me to a damned pulp. At least the last cunt didn’t come back to do it again. Although my wolf craved it. Craved ripping into him and not letting go.It took some calculating. Some estimating and guessing by the guards’ rotation and the sounds of the other inmates to determine when, exactly, her plan was going to fall into place.No one g
Michael’s Point of ViewThe moment the door was off its hinges, Siya launched himself out of his cell. Faster than anything I had ever seen before. Faster than I could draw my gun and aim.All of the fury he felt was painted across his face with devastation as he barrelled down the corridor. His sight was set firmly on the man in the middle. The one with a glistening smirk.So, I did what every good partner would do and aimed at the men behind them. Clocked two before a third reached me in the flurry of flying fists and spit. His face was an inch off before I fired up, splattering his brains all over my face.His limp body stammered back a step before slumping down onto the damp tiles. And then the next one was there, quick as lightning and utterly unafraid.None of them sported Siya’s dark complexion. Looked to be solely from our opponents pack rather than this one. Which made the killing easy and assured.When I realized he was too close, teeth already snapped at my throat. I flicke
Siya’s Point of View I knew my body was fucked the moment I emerged out of the cell. Knew that between the beating Killian had given me, shitty meal rotations and my too fast metabolism that I was going to run out of fuel sooner rather than later. A healer could fix it. Rewrite my cells in that weird way that they did and I would carry on. But even staring death in the face, Killian still refused to heal me. “Over my dead fucking corpse,” He hissed at Michael, spit flying everywhere as he spoke. Michael, to my utter surprise, rolled his fucking eyes like an irate child. Cocked up one hand on his hip, the one with the knife still in it. “Well that’s not very fucking nice of you. Mind losing your elbow joint in the process?” He mocked, smirking all the way. This made Killian blanche. The world titled sideways for a moment. Blood roared loudly in my ears. Screamed at me to sit down or lay down. Maybe both. Everything was on fire. Every muscle ached with the smallest of movements.
Adelia’s Point of View The charges were set. All of the guards who had joined our side had prepared their families for evacuation. Everyone was in place, ready to blow this place wide open and then some. Aiden paced considerably as I stared at him. His thumbnail was nothing but a nub at this point. Had no nail to speak of. “What if we are caught? Tortured? I haven’t ever been-“ He swallowed hard, face turning into a mask of pain. “What if I tell them about Nessa? How I’m her mate? They’ll go looking for her just to spite me, I’m sure of it.” He bleated for the hundredth time tonight. The moon was rising steadily above the small walled-in garden. The very same one where I had started falling for Siya. Or rather, where I finally accepted that we were mates. It was only fitting that we waited it out here. With my mother firmly shoved into Phaedra’s ass since I left this morning with the guards, I didn’t have to worry about what she thought was going on. Too busy planning the death o
Adelia’s Point of ViewThere was a brief second between inhaling and exhaling where I thought I might pass out. Vomit. Both. Not only was Michael drenched in blood but Siya had a limp. A significant limp. And I could smell his blood, clear as day, in the air.Before I could move, Aiden was already there. Lifted half of Siya’s body weight onto himself and off of Michael. The human looked elated at the shift of the weight. Nearly sagged against the wall beside him with relief.“Are you alright, captain? ‘Aiden asked beside my mate, studying his side profile, no doubt trying to figure out where the bleeding was coming from.When no distinguishable wounds were visible, Aiden looked back at me with wide eyes riddled with doubt.I only forced my face into neutrality.There was no need to show an already panicked male how much this scared me. Affected me. Siya’s extraction was supposed to come through easily and with minimal complications. But it looked like the two of them had endured a wa
Michael’s Point of ViewFrom the look on Adelia’s face, I knew something was off the moment I finished explaining to her what had happened. Like she knew exactly what I was talking about but felt too conflicted to tell any of us.Siya, on the other hand, looked near death. Stumbled upright when Adelia told us we were leaving right away.Thanks to Aiden, the captain was caught beneath his shoulders and dragged upright. A cringe morphed his face, followed closely by shame.This was a man who was in charge for most of his life. Someone who didn’t rely on anyone else, from the looks of it. Now he was stuck with being babied by us. A hard knock to his ego.There wasn’t much time to consider what he was feeling or what Adelai was scheming, though. Aiden hurriedly plucked a walkie-talkie from his combat pants and hit the talk button. “We are go for exit. I repeat, we are go for exit. Light them up.” He spoke into the thing, his eyes staring off into space as he did so. He had lived here hi
Adelia's Point of ViewThey both cleaned up well. Looked dashing in their suits. But the scene in front of me was obscenely strange. Two fully grown men hiding behind a bush. One with an empty glass of some type of alcohol in hand. The other laughing maniacally into the dark If it hadn't been for me noticing their scents nearby, we wouldn't have found them at all.With their vantage, they could see the entire party perfectly. Still, they chose to hide away. Watched from the outside.And the moment they turned around to look at us, both of their jaws dropped to the floor.I knew Nessa had done a good job of styling me. Knew I looked better than I had ever done before. But their reactions were priceless. Worth every single burn Nessa had given me when she tried to curl my hair for the updo."Close your mouths, boys, it's fly season." Nessa joked from beside me. Chortled when all Michael could do was curse again, eyes digging up my flesh inch by inch. Siya wasn't far behind. Let his ey
Siya's Point of ViewI was a mated male.For one, I couldn't believe I wasn't dead yet. At the end of my twenties and I was still alive and well. Or as well as I could be, given that my body was a royal fuck up at the moment.But not dead. Not yet. And not anytime soon. Second, I was mated and in a new pack. Watched now as my old pack members streamed into a lush and vibrant garden made up for them and only them. To welcome them into a new and more stable home.If only the rest of my pack could have followed as well. Could have escaped the hell that was now Noha Khoeli.My mother would have been proud to see me now. Would have loved to know that her son was not only living but thriving. Saddened by the fact that her daughter had turned into such a cruel monster, yes, but glad to know her son had escaped that reality."Well, don't you clean up well," Michael crooned as he approached me from behind.I was standing in the shadows. Avoided anyone looking at me yet. Speaking to me. Mainly
Adelia's Point of View"Stop fussing! Everything has been sorted outside. It is two hours before the ceremony starts, we need to get ready!" I screeched at Nessa, hand clamped around her wrist and pulling her furiously into my walk-in closet.She was finding every reason in the book not to go inside and look at all of her options. From the decor to the food and everything in between. "Shit needs to be perfect and that fucking florist put one too many fucking roses in the centerpieces," She argued back whilst pulling away from me.A child with a new toy, that's what she was acting like right now."One too many roses isn't going to kill anyone, Nessa! But we can't be late for our own party," I hissed again and finally dragged her the rest of the way into the closet.The overhead lights flickered on the second they detected us. Flooded the small but packed space with light. And shimmers and sparkles from the clothes around us. This was where I kept most of my fancy clothes. The kind t
Adelia's Point of ViewI left Michael at the pack house with Aiden.Both men were walking around the place, making sure that every security measure under the sun was well in place. Nukes weren't the only threat we had to face. If Phaedra wanted to she could send an entire army to come and eviscerate us for what we had done to her pack. A tit for tat kind of thing. So the men peacocked around, trying to figure out every single weak point within the pack house grounds."I'm back," I called into the house and closed the door behind me.Groans sounded throughout the house, coming from upstairs. Groans. Moans. A few curses every once in a while. This was followed by a shrill voice that I couldn't make out the words from.Making my way up the stairs, I felt my teeth grind together as the groans intensified. Nessa was doing a number on her brother and showed zero remorse.When I walked in, she was straddling his ass, working her hands up and down the length of his spine. Siya's face was tw
Adelia's Point of ViewHis lips were as soft as I had remembered them. As intoxicating as well. But this time, his hands roamed my body freely. Hungrily. Claiming every inch as if he would never have the chance again. As if he needed to feel me to believe that we were doing this.Settling my own hands in his hair, I pulled his face away and smiled at him softly. Felt my heart still beating a mile a minute as he stared down at me. Blue eyes were half-lidded and twinkling when he looked down at me. Smiling like a damned fool.Ever so slowly he brushed a hand down the side of my face. Swept some of my baby hair back behind my ear. "You are so utterly beautiful that I might just die from looking at you too long." He whispered, breathing fanning my face in a minty puff. I rolled my eyes and shook his head for him. "That was maybe the cheesiest thing you have ever said to me," I bemoaned, unable to look even a tad bit disgusted by it.Because he could say those things to me my entire lif
Adelia's Point of ViewFor the first night where both of my mates were with me, we all collectively decided to sleep on our own. Not because I wouldn't have loved it to be the filling between both men but rather because neither of them felt very comfortable with that yet.Which was to be understood.I wouldn't know how to feel sleeping with my mate and his other mate.But Nessa's couches slept like utter shit! The girl had really said 'fashion and fuck the rest'. They were lovely to look at. Wonderful to curl up on. Horrendous for the back. So, when I finally woke up, I felt like an old woman climbing out of her coffin. My spine was shot to hell. Knees creaked from having had to curl them to my chest for the entire night.And if I felt this way, I didn't even want to know how Michael must have felt."We really should have brought another mattress," I groaned and stretched. Some of my limbs popped in their sockets, making me wince.Siya grumbled something into his pillow on the mattre
Adelia's Point of View"And you made sure to ask him that everything was disabled? Thrown away? Burned?" Nessa screeched, hands on her hips as she paced the length of the living room.Every time she passed Aiden, he reached for her but she was having none of it. Dodged his efforts every single time with a dip of her shoulder. Or a sneer when he got too close to calming her down."Ozias asked Dargan to check everything. He even sent over a plan of the house and where Ciaran placed everything," Michael explained and let his eyes dance over to mine. "He also apologized profusely for what his Alpha has done." "In what regard? Because everything he has done has been more than fucked up from what I hear." Nessa seethed again.Aiden made a last lunge towards her and when she dodged out of his way, he threw his hands up in exasperation. Looked done with trying. Hell, with living at this point.It was funny to witness them together.Him, the pragmatic planner who thought shit through. Her, wh
Michael's Point of ViewShe was fine. More than fine, actually, from the looks of things. Adelia was joking and laughing. Kidding around with Siya and his lack of cooking skills. Made fun of the fact that a carrot nearly took him out. And her with him, if she hadn't stopped healing him when she had. But she was bubbly and happy. Looked relaxed, even when I tried to tickle her feet. Or got her to snort coffee through her nose by accident.This felt comfortable. Easy. Like this was the place I had always been destined to find. A home I always needed to occupy.Logically she had tried several times to get back to planning. Or tried to sneak away with her phone, just to make a few calls, she had assured us. Neither of us let her, on orders of the Beta of the pack.Your first healing was as taxing on the body as your first shift. Something I had to keep in mind once I won her over and got her to turn me. The process and changes of it all were grueling enough that even Alpha pups were
Adelia's Point of ViewI was helped down the stairs. Helped, like a damned invalid. All because my body had decided healing a gash on an arm was one too much.Sure, give it a kidnapping. Nearly being killed. Being held captive by your deranged mother. Escaping said Mother. Organizing one large ass ceremony. And everything in between. But goddess forbid I tried healing someone. That was just fucking unacceptable.At first, both had offered to help me down. Neither wanted the other to help. A few glares had been exchanfged. Maybe a profanity or two, said through their eyes and luckily not their mouths.By the time they were done with their pissing contest, I was already at the door, tired of their bullshit. Scolded them for handling me like I was broken and not just tired. That had been the final straw for them to back off. Michael had been the winner in the end, to my utter dismay.His hand around my waist and my arm around his shoulders caused us to touch all up my side. Forced so m