Vincent stared at the Alpha, stunned. Ophelia Jade? One of the current Councilors of the Werewolf Council? But Ophelia wasn’t married or mated. Some said her mate rejected her. Some said she just hadn’t found him. Or did she lie to cover up something?
“Her ex-husband —” Cohen paused, trying to find the right term. “Anyway, Ophelia was married once to a man who had this crest.”
“Okay, so he’s the guy that Mira warned me about. Or could be someone from his family.”
“When I was fighting in an illegal ring a few months ago, I saw a man with this crest but he wasn’t Ophelia’s ex-husband. He was running the largest illegal rings and sex trafficking business across Europe.”
“Did he recogni
Their right arms aligned with their shoulders and her back was rested against his chest as they danced to the music in the middle of the room. Stefano placed his left hand on her hip before he started moving and she made her movement correspond to his.He stretched their right arms upward before Adeline spun three times. Then, her back was on his chest again.“You are always a very good dancer, my love,” Stefano whispered next to her ear.His cold breath and lips touched her skin, sending shivers to her body. She didn’t want to welcome his touch but at the same time, she welcomed it. There were too many conflicts in her mind.“I have a very good teacher, I assumed.” She replied, leaning her head to the other direction when he leaned to kiss
Stefano stood there in the darkness watching her. Adeline was in a deep sleep with the moonlight shone to her porcelain skin. Her head was whipped from left to right and back and forth as if she was having another nightmare.Few things began to rise in the air in the room. It didn’t surprise him at all. From the moment he resurrected her from the grave, he knew something was definitely different in her. Something stronger than he had ever seen in his thousands of years of life.He made his way to her side and put his cold hand on her sweaty forehead — seizing the nightmare from her mind.“Show me what you truly are, my love,” he whispered before he loomed his lips near hers.
Clavier sat by the bar, ordering another glass of Whisky. This bar was always crowded by the humans and not so much of his kind. This particular town knew the existence of his kind. Stefano’s name was well-known here. The daemon High Lord could be the evilest person or could be the kind person around here. That depended on the people he had to deal with. Clavier had witnessed the High Lord kill five men without batting his eyes — without lifting his fingers.“A bad day for you, Master Hubert?” the bartender asked as he poured another glass of whiskey for the doctor.Clavier rubbed his jaw. “You could say so, Bob.”“Maybe the lady could entertain you for an hour or two.”He chuckled. “Not tonight. I have work to attend
Perfection used to be Eleanor’s middle name. From her perspective, everything had to be perfect. The way she arranged the dishes or the books or the way she walked. Clavier spent his entire life observing and learning the way Eleanor did everything. She wasn’t the type of woman who liked to get her hands dirty. Eleanor loved giving orders and questioning people. That was what she did best.Even so, a perfectionist made mistakes too.#“Maybe you should have let Stefano handle this.” Clavier suggested again.Adeline shook her head with a smile and got into the carriage, and he followed her suit. She was just as stubborn as her husband. Nobody could change their mind once they decided on things.“Stefano has enough on his plates,” She responded when the carriage began moving. “This is just a small thing I could do to ease his burden.”“Flash your smile to him. The burden would disappear.” he teased her. “You know how much he loves your smile.”
Vincent completed the white circle around Mira’s grave and a little space for everyone to stand in before he stepped into the circle. Amanda had arranged the candles in five different directions — making a sign of a big star inside the circle.“Whatever you do, do not step outside the circle.” She warned them. “Otherwise, you might be stuck in a time loop.”The last thing she needed was someone stuck in a time loop. It would be almost impossible to recover the person, especially those who weren’t familiar with time traveling. And Amanda wasn’t an expert in time traveling either. Witches could do time traveling with enough practice to ensure the traveler wouldn’t trap in time loops. Well, Amanda didn’t have that training. If she stuck in time loops, there would be no one around to pull her out. There we
Nobody could form a word to say as the woman who looked like Mira claimed herself as Adeline Domenico, looking at them as if each of them had grown ten heads. She looked like Mira with a very close resemblance. Everything else about Adeline’s feature was looked precisely like Mira except for a few things.Her hair was a golden color, and her eyes weren’t as electric blue as Mira’s. And she was shorter too. Mira’s height could match up to Cohen’s shoulder, and he stood tall on six-foot-nine.“How did—what the hell?” Amanda spoke at last. “Who are you?”“Adeline Domenico.” She repeated her name. “Aren’t you General Solomon?” she pointed to Cohen.“General what?” Liam asked
The fourth empty beer bottle slipped from his grip and fell onto the carpeted floor with a thud. It would take him something stronger to make him drunk or just a tad tipsy. The woman earlier claimed to be Adeline Domenico. Her appearance looked just like Mira. What sort of magic world had he fallen into? It was very confusing to him. Could there be another realm like this one? Did that mean Mira was on another realm with a daemon?Cohen grabbed the empty bottle of beer and threw it against the wall. He was furious. So mad that he felt like he wanted to destroy everything. His mate was out there, in the arms of another man. Only Goddess knew what that daemon could have done to her by now.Now, Cohen couldn’t face the woman who had the same appearance as her. It was too much for him. If he could, he would avoid the woman at any cost, but given that she migh
The front of the diner swung opened and was ringing the bell in return. His boots made sounds on the floor as he made his way to the table on the far corner of the diner. There weren’t many customers or staff: ten customers, two waitresses, and one cook. But even the slightest detail played an important role. Two doors were leading to the outside; one was the front door where he had come in earlier, and another was in the kitchen. He could break the glass wall if he had to.There were two cars outside. And the diner was located in the middle of nowhere. Did those ten customers pile into two vehicles and then took a different table? That was weird to think about it.A freshly brewed black coffee at the coffee maker machine and the chirming sound of phones echoed. The clattering sound came from the kitchen as the cook completed the orders.