Cordelia Blackwell
I didn't argue with Alpha Cadell when he urged me out of his dungeon. I didn't complain when his hand was firmly placed on the small of my back, nor did I stop him when he led me to a bedroom with a huge king size bed. When someone puts my name and the word death in one complete sentence, I freak out. My eyes weren't focused as my mind insisted on conjuring memories of darkness, dirt, and me clawing to get out of a tiny box. I still remember the feeling of sheer terror as I screamed at the top of my lungs to get out. The feeling of a soft touch coming from a calloused hand pulled me out of that dark memory lane. I was brought back to the present with the sight of Alpha Cadell kneeling before me and holding my face as if I was a china doll.My eyes remained on his, I felt something strange working its way up from inside me, and my magic sizzled under my skin. His eyes darted slowly towards my lips before looking up again. Tension cackled in the air, and my heart raced in my chest with an unfamiliar rhythm. “About what she said…” He started in a soft whisper, casting his eyes down and leaning his forehead on mine. “I don’t think you’re going to kill me.” Cain Cadell had nothing to inspire trust, yet I found myself believing his words so much. It didn’t make sense, but this man wouldn’t hurt me. His eyes caught mine again, looking more alert and focused, “I would never, I could never.” He defended aggressively. “But this isn’t it…” He trailed off, and he was back to looking hesitant. His hot breath fanned my face, and I immediately knew this was wrong, I can’t do this, and I can’t let him do this. We were so close, I could see the small details of his skin, the beginning of wrinkles around his eyes. At this moment, he wasn’t just the cruel Alpha Cadell who kills people for sport. He was simply a man, one that I desperately wanted to kiss. I’m not sure how I managed to snatch myself out of this moment, but I managed to pull away from his hand. Once I managed to put some space between us, I could think clearly again. It’s like his breath fogged my brain into paralysis. “I better go check on the potion.” I gabbled while hastily standing up and attempting to take off from this room. I barely opened the door, about to dash out of there, when it was closed with a loud thud by the hand he extended above me. I froze while facing the door, my heart thudding in my ears, and I didn’t think I could breath. The heat of his shirtless chest was on my back, lighting my body up, and depriving my mind of its intellectuality. “What are you doing?” I heaved out in a small whisper.“What does it look like I'm doing?” He breathed down my ear, slightly fanning my neck. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel this.” His hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush to his body, and I could feel almost every muscle there. I managed a shaky breath, “I don’t want to be one of your conquests.” “You’d be my only conquest.” He whispered again, but this time I felt the tip of his wit tongue tracing a trail from my ear and down my neck. There was something like a promise in his words. My blood ran hot, and I felt heat rising to my face. I was breathing heavily, and my eyes closed for only a fraction of a second, enjoying the way he sucked on the skin of my neck.One of his hands remained firmly on my waist, unmoving but tight in its hold. While the other was on my shoulder, drifting down to my chest and dangerously close to my breast.“Alpha Cadell, John is awake.” Daniel’s voice broke me out of whatever spell I was under. It echoed from outside the room, and barely gave me enough strength to push Alpha Cadell away, opening the door and dashing out, bumping into Daniel’s shoulder on my way. I strode out of the hallway trying to calm down my heart and praying that my core would stop clenching with the thought of what could have happened.I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me, and to do a bunch of other things that no lady should even consider with a stranger.I went for the kitchen, a glass of cold water would hopefully cool the burning desire for him. When I checked on the potion, I found that it was ready. So, I poured some in a glass, and headed to the basement door.I tried to open it, but it was locked. Then I was startled by his voice once more, “You can’t just stroll in there.”I turned towards him and he had the most arrogant, infuriating, self-satisfied grin on his face. “Well, the potion is ready, you can take it to her.” I handed him the glass and kept my gaze anywhere but his face. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, coming to stand in front of me. “My job is done; Mr. and Mrs. Burke are going to be okay, Jeanette will go to hell, and all is well in the world.” I said lightly, still avoiding his gaze. He looked at me pointedly, “Wait here, don’t go anywhere.” He ordered me, then opened the door and went into the basement. I stood there, unblinking for a couple of seconds, before deciding that I didn’t need to listen to him. Most probably I wouldn’t need to see his face ever again. I just needed to get out. Every bone in my body froze, something grounded me to where I stood. It wasn't a physical force holding me there, as much as the feeling of my magic. Because my magic didn't want us to go. I saw Morgana. The sight of her was like seeing an angel after losing your faith. "Something is wrong with me!" I exclaimed in a panicked whisper. "What do you mean?" She rushed towards me with concerned eyes. My eyes scanned the place left and right, and when I knew there was no one, I grabbed Morgana's hand and pulled her out of the mansion, fighting with myself, with my magic, and with Morgana. "Can you just tell me what on earth is wrong with you?" Her impatient tone didn't deter me. I opened the car's door and got inside. "Alpha Cadell…" I shook my head unsure what I should say. Morgana got in the car, closing the door after her. "Did he do something?" She asked with a hand on my shoulder, careful and tentative. "No, it's like…" I looked at her with desrate eyes, "You ever felt like someone was grounding you to a place, like they're your gravity? It's like there's this pull towards them and you don't understand it, but you feel like the weakest tug could push you into their arms." "Oh, wow, uhm… I didn't expect that." I let out a frustrated sigh, and held the steering wheel tighter in my hands as I began driving back to the mansion. "So, Alpha Cadell makes you feel that way?" Morgana asked after a few minutes of silence. I nodded my head with a frown on my face, "It's frustrating. I mean I've had crushes before, right? Liked a couple of guys, been sexually attracted to a couple more. But this… it feels different." I turned sharply towards her, "Even my fucking magic reacts to him, Morgana. I'm so screwed.""Damn straight you are." She muttered, and I didn't think I was meant to hear that part. "Let's go home and call it a night, we'll think about it tomorrow." She said that, but the first rays of daylight were already making an appearance in the night's sky. I let out a long and very heavy sigh, before pulling up before the Blackwell Mansion. Once we got inside, Maria received us at the door. "That must have been one long masquerade." Her pale blue eyes looked me up and down before she raised a red eyebrow at my appearance. "Don't give me that look." I groaned, walking inside and taking off my heels, "You have no idea what happened today." Maria Gonzalez is more than just a housekeeper, as she likes to call herself. Maria has been in my life since I was born, she took care of me when Fiona decided I wasn't worthy of her time. She protected me when Fiona decided I was to be punished, and let me tell you using magic to punish a child is never good, quite painful too. After we finished telling her about what happened, Maria looked at Morgana, "And you think your sister is back? Do you really believe she would do this?" "I believe we should call the Council." I suggested while massaging my sore feet. "Calling the Council is like giving them your head on a silver platter." Maria added calmly, "Marcus has been waiting for any chance to end your life; you represent everything he, as the Council leader, stands against." "Perhaps I can try to find Fiona, after all I'm her blood." Morgana added in a begrudging tone. It sounded like the best option we had at the time, but when I went to bed, I couldn't help but feel restless. Despite all hell seemingly breaking loose, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I groaned loudly, and forced myself to slip into sleep. The next time I opened my eyes, I saw him, right next to me. On my bed and in my own room, Alpha Cadell laid next to me on his side, facing me and trapping me between his arms. "Good morning, darling." His mischievous smirk and the look on his eyes had me stumped. I must be dreaming."What on earth are you doing here?" I jumped off the bed, almost falling on my butt as I stumbled backward. He didn't even twitch, his smirk only grew, "I came to see you, darling." "In my bedroom?" I exclaimed horrified, "Seriously, you have issues." I shook my head in exasperation. He got off the bed, and walked towards me with eyes full of mischief. "I told you not to leave the mansion. It was a direct order that you broke." With every word he took a step closer towards me. "I think you should be punished." He was standing so close, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and I looked up to meet his eyes. I wanted to affirm my strength, but in reality I didn't have any. My breath hitched slightly, his words stirring this feeling in me. I almost wanted to know how he would decide to punish me. "You're not the boss of me." My words came shaky and I was ashamed of how weak I sounded. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered how we were so close to kissing only a few hours
Cordelia Blackwell I stood like the exact definition of a dumb blonde staring unblinkingly at Cain Cadell as he threatened the one person I wanted to keep safe. I had so many questions; plenty of snarky remarks and retorts that could have sufficed. But I knew better than to poke the bear. Or for the sake of the context, the wolf. "I'll give you a day, two at most, and you better tell me your choice." With that he strode out of the room, leaving his threat hanging in the air. It didn't make sense that he knew what Morgana had done, much less that he believed I was his mate. How did that happen? Do the Gods hate me enough to pair me with a werewolf? It's like there was a universal conspiracy to make my life a living hell.I know all too well what it means to be a werewolf mate. I have read about it several times. A bond that is unbreakable once initiated, and very unshakable. In theory, it sounded nice. If between two werewolves, then it is nice. But I'm not a wolf, I'm a witch. H
Cordelia BlackwellI hate him so much right now. "Tell me the terms of the deal first." He raised an eyebrow at me, "It's simple. You will be my mate. I'm sure you understand what that means." "Being your mate means sleeping with you, and I don't consent to that." I crossed my arms over my chest. "And I will not force you, but I will convince you." He had this annoying, beautiful, cocky smile that I wanted to slap off his face. "I'm sure there are other ways to handle this situation." Morgana's voice echoed as her heels clicked on the marble floor. She stood next to me with a hand on my shoulder, "You can have the alliance of our coven, forever. In return you'll keep our secret." "It's a no deal, Morgana." He said with a defiant look. "There has to be some middle ground." She argued back. The silence that followed her words was nerve-wracking. My heart pounded strongly in my chest, and I could barely stop my body from trembling. For some reason, I felt betrayal and disappoint
Cordelia BlackwellThe first thing I noticed when I entered the mansion was how it was colder when compared to the usual weather of Midwick. It looked absolutely different without all the lights and decorations of the ball.But in a strange way it felt familiar. “I think you’ll really like your room.” Cadell said from behind me with a very calm tone.“Of course, she will.” When I heard her voice, I was more shocked than anything. Sheila looked beautiful in her long brunette hair and tall frame. I almost didn’t recognize her.She wore a big smile on her face, “I’m so glad you made it.” She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thank you so much for what you did.” She whispered gratefully in my ear.I awkwardly patted her back, “It was nothing. I just did what I had to do.”She pulled away holding my shoulders, “I’m really sorry about your mother by the way.” She tilted her head to the side, “Do you have any idea on her whereabouts?”I didn’t expect Cadell to tell her, but I quick
Cordelia BlackwellI was ashamed of myself, really ashamed. I couldn't turn him down, nor could I stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck like I've wanted to for so long.I wasn't sure when or how I came to care for Alpha Cadell. I wasn't sure I didn't realize that I had missed him. Our lips moved in sync, and his arms wrapped around my body, before he pulled away staring straight at my eyes. He let out a short noise from deep within his throat, "If you don't want this, you should walk away now. Leave because I'm not in control." "Is that why you left?" I asked in a breathy tone. "When you're around…" His nose was on the crook of my neck, breathing me in, "I can barely control myself." His eyes then met mine again, the look in them different though. "Do you want me to control myself?" No, I don't. His earlier promise to pin me down and fuck my brains out echoed through my mind, and I felt something coil in my stomach. I swallowed, "It's better for everyone if you contr
Cordelia BlackwellWhat's wrong with me? I wondered as I wore that stupid Henley shirt of his that I found in the bathroom. I gave in to him so easily, but I just couldn't help it. It made me wonder if perhaps he's been right all along about us being mates. Perhaps that's why I'm not acting like myself. Looking at my reflection made me scowl, the bite on my neck was red, and looked sore. It wasn't bleeding, and it didn't hurt the way an animal bite should. It just burned. What if he's using me? What if that was his plan all along? A witch bound to him to do his biddings, and he can fuck her on the side; an added benefit. My chin quivered; I really wanted to break down into sobs. But I couldn't, not here. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and exited the bathroom with my head held high. I hoped I wouldn't see him, I prayed to every God out there that I wouldn't. "Don't go, Cordelia." His voice made my steps come to a halt, and I froze there with my back to him while facing the
Cordelia BlackwellThe first thing I became aware of is the banging pain in my head. I slowly opened my eyes to a hazy vision of a wooden door. I tried to move but I realized that both my hands and legs were bound to the chair I sat in.I struggled with the rough ropes, but they broke through my skin, and I felt the slight trickle of blood.The creaking of the door opening brought my attention from my attempt to break free. The blurry silhouette of a man sashayed towards me. As he got closer, I realized he was the same man from the woods.“You’re finally awake.” He said with a Cheshire like grin. “You know I expected that my task to capture you would be harder… I think you’re not as powerful as they say you are.”“What do you want?” I gritted out.“You’re my way to get Cain Cadell on his knees.” He kneeled before me, “You know that he stole something that didn’t belong to him. He’s a bastard thief who only knows how to kill.”“What’s that got to do with me?” I asked despite already kn
Why do I keep passing out and waking up in strange places?" That was the first thing I said as I came back to reality. My eyes opened to a strange room, the ceiling didn't look all that familiar to me. "Tough couple of days, aren't they?" Cain's voice sounded exhausted. I sat up on the bed, assuming it was his, and found him sitting on a chair next to me. He looked dead, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles and his hair was a beautiful mess. It all came back to me, the attack, the shed in the woods, the werewolf, and the talisman. "Where's it?" I asked rather frantically. He knitted his eyebrows together and I clarified, "I had a talisman with me. Rectangular with a star drawn inside." He let out a tired sigh, "And this is the first thing you can think about? Do you even understand what the past two days were like for me?" "What two days?" He moved to sit next to me on the bed, "You've been unconscious for two days. The pack doctor didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for
Cordelia Blackwell "Daniel, it has been a week! You can't tell me you have no clue where he is or what he's doing!" I exclaimed in fury, my anger burning bright and its flames heating my skin. I was currently in the Blood Moon Pack's mansion. Standing in their foyer, and hoping that Daniel would let any useful information slip. "We don't know where he is." He let out a sigh, "The entire pack is distressed. He came back that night, told me to manage the pack till he returns, I asked him where he was going, but he gave nothing away." "It's true." Sheila added in a sad tone. "The pack needs him now more than ever, I tried asking him what had happened." She shook her head, "Can you tell me what happened?" "No." I answered firmly, letting my glare drift to Daniel. "You tell me what happened during your visit to Jamestown. Everything changed after he came back." Daniel sighed, "Please have a seat." I raised an eyebrow, "I think the witch he met said something to him.""What witch?" …
Cordelia Blackwell “You have to come downstairs, love.” I heard Tom’s voice in the background of my mind. “We’re keeping her in the East Wing.” His hand touched my shoulder softly, “You’ve been cooped up in this room for three days now, Delia.” Three days? Is that how long it has been? It felt longer than that. “Fiona said she’ll only talk to you.” He urged me further, but it didn’t matter to me. Nothing matters with him not around. “Why should I care? Fiona and Debra can kill him for all I care.” I mumbled without averting my eyes from the sight of the afternoon’s sun through my window. Tom let out a soft breath, then sat on the edge of bed. “If only this was true.” He muttered softly. “This isn’t about Cadell, it’s about you. Fiona is your mother, a terrible one at that, but we need to know what she’s planning.” “Fine.” I agreed with a petulant huff. “I’ll meet you there.” Once Tom left, I took a shower and dressed to impress. Fiona has always been peculiar about the way I loo
Cordelia BlackwellCain marched towards us with a look of fury in his eyes. It shook me to my bones, and I instantly jolted away from Tom as if his mere closeness burned my skin. The feelings I had were confusing; they contradicted each other greatly. I was elated and relieved to see Cain with my own eyes safe and sound after being worried for so long. But at the same time, I found myself fearing what he would do. Thomas and Cain stood face to face staring at each other. It looked like each one was trying to prove he's the Alpha Male. "What do you think you're doing with my mate?" Cain gritted out. His voice remained low, but menacing and dangerous. "What you've been failing to do all along." Tom answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I stood there, watching Cain taking a hold of Tom by the collar of his white shirt, baring his teeth at him. "Who do you think you are to touch my mate so freely?!" Cain all but growled at him. "I'm the one person who knows her
Cordelia Blackwell In the past two days, I’ve noticed that my strength was failing me. I have become weaker and weaker. The mark no longer burned, but my magic remained uncontrolled, and I remained tired most of the time.Tonight is the coven meeting, and I dreaded it tonight more than ever. I was sitting in the armchair in our parlor when I heard Morgana’s heels clicking on the marble floor. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” “I wish I can have your confidence. I’m even more worried that we didn’t hear from Cain for the past two days.” I turned to her, “Do you think something happened to him?” “Cordelia.” She had this scolding tone. “We need to focus…” Before she could finish, there was a knock on the door. Maria went to open it, and to my surprise I found Thomas standing there in all his blonde glory and black trench coat. He looked more rugged than usual. “Oh my God, Thomas.” I said jumping off my chair and wrapping my arms around him.He stumbled back in surprise but let
Cain Cadell The metallic stench of blood overwhelmed my wolf senses and excited both of us into fighting more vigorously and strongly. The desire to hunt, chase, and kill rose within myself and increased my hunger for blood. I was clutching one of the wolves, from the rogue pack targeting my pack in Jamestown, between my teeth. The taste of his blood and the pounding of his fearful heart echoed through me and urged me to kill him. The more human side of myself told me that we needed him alive, that I needed to question him and know more about this small pack that seemed solely after me. But the thrill of the kill was hard to resist. I heard Daniel through the mind link, "Alpha, I think this one is willing to talk." No sooner had I heard the words than I tore into the neck of the wolf. My wolf ran to my beta, my paws padding on the dirt of the forest and when I got to him, I saw a naked woman who seemed about to take her last breath. Daniel's brown wolf stood over her body. Sh
Cordelia Blackwell "Does that mean I'm dying?" I asked, sounding nonchalant, but deep down I was absolutely and completely freaking out. "Not necessarily." Maria answered, then shared a look with Morgana. "Simply, we don't know the effect of a werewolf bite on a witch, now we're more concerned because your magic isn't…""Nature's Magic." I finished for her. Morgana nodded, "Perhaps it's better if you stay here for a couple of days. We'll ask around." "The Dorian's again? I'm sure Thomas is pretty fed up with us by now." I gave a small humorless chuckle. "He doesn't know anything about werewolves mating with witches." Morgana stated, "I asked him." She shook her head, "Just let me handle it." "You don't mind her staying here, right Alpha Cadell?" Maria inquired in her polite tone. When I turned to Cain he looked ashen pale. I was taken aback by how horrified he looked. "I'm going to Jamestown for a couple of days; it's safe for her to stay here. I'll let some of the guards from
Cordelia Blackwell We arrived at the restaurant, his hand was on the small of my back as we were led to our table. A red candle was lit in the middle of the table, the soft piano playing in the background, and the almost inaudible chatter of the other guests created a perfectly romantic environment. "There must be a pack out there that absolutely hates your guts, you know?" I whispered as I got to our table. It was a perfectly romantic environment, but we were talking about werewolves and witches and mayhem. What a waste! "There have been some rumors." He said, then turned to the waiter, "We'll have a bottle of your best champagne." He ordered then turned back to me. I smiled slightly, "Champagne? I see we're off on a good start." "I noticed you have a certain preference for it." You seem to be noticing a lot of things today. I really wanted to say that, but I held back. The waiter came with the bottle and poured some in each glass. "You said something about rumors?" I inquir
Cordelia Blackwell"That doesn't explain the spell that was casted on John Burke. I thought it was something your sister, Fiona Blackwell, created and didn't give to the public?" Daniel Braxton asked. Morgana nodded, her lips were in a thin line. "This is true, which puts the possibility that they're working together. I contacted an old friend." When she turned to look at me I formed a decent guess, which she confirmed when she said, "Thomas Dorian agreed to help us find Fiona. Hopefully he'll contact us with the good news soon." "Daniel, check with our men in the area and the nearby towns. They should look in every corner for Debra Gray and Fiona Blackwell." Cain ordered sharply, his jaw set tight. I opted for silence. I didn't pitch in an opinion or give a suggestion. They'd do fine on their own. Needless to say the entire evening was ruined for all of us. We didn't discuss the reasons behind Debra's attempts to hurt Cain; they were obvious as the daylight. I headed back to th
Cordelia BlackwellWhen we went downstairs, Cain didn't leave my hand. He had our fingers intertwined. And when we arrived at the parlor, he sat close to me, making sure that we were touching. For some reason, he felt like I was going to vanish into thin air or something. "I'm glad you're feeling better." Sheila said from next to Morgana. "Yes, Delia, we were very worried." James, Sheila's son, said from next to her. I smiled at both of them, "Thank you."My eyes drifted to Morgana, who looked at me with sad eyes, "You should have known better than to exhaust yourself like that. You stretched yourself thin." "Believe me when I say that I didn't have much of a choice." I retorted, "But there's a more pressing matter right now." "Cain told me about the Talisman." Morgana nodded, and I wondered when they became on a first name basis. "I want to find the magical signature on it." I told her, and she knitted her eyebrows together. "This won't be helpful unless we have something to c