AlmaraAfter another elaborate meal, Noah offered me a cocktail. I almost said no, but then decided that I didn’t care. There was absolutely no reason that I shouldn’t indulge myself. After all, I would only have one. There was no way that I would get drunk off just one small cocktail.The drink he handed me was a deep red and smelled like cinnamon and apples. There was even an apple slice on the rim of the glass. As I brought it to my lips, I caught the faintest scent of blood. I paused and pushed my nose deepered into the glass, breathing out so that the scents would bounce back stronger.
I opened my eyes to find that it was still dark. The bedside clock read two in the morning. My mouth felt like there was a cotton ball in it. I guess that’s what happens when you fall asleep without brushing your teeth.I groggily sat up, my head spinning as I did so. I would have to ask Noah later what had gone into that drink. It had been delicious, yes, but it was obviously much too strong. I hoped the baby would be okay.Go get some water, Lily demanded and I obeyed without hesitation. Water sounded wonderful.I tiptoed across my room, opening the door slowly. I d
ArthurArthur watched in alarm as Almara ran out of the chapel. He wanted to go after her, but he had to deal with Sofia first. He didn’t think Almara would get far and this wouldn’t take very long. At least he hoped it didn’t.He pulled away from Sofia and held her at arm’s length. She was looking up at him with so much love and reverence that his heart ached for her. He knew what it was like to have his heart broken and he did not envy the feeling. He hated that he had to do the same to Sofia.“Sofia, I am sorry about your in
Sofia This couldn’t be happening. Not to her. Not to Sofia Pierce. She was the one who every guy wanted to be with. She was the one who every girl wanted to be. She did not get rejected. She did the rejecting.And she certainly didn’t lose to women who looked like her. When Sofia had first shown up at the chapel, she had thought maybe the magazine picture hadn’t done the other woman justice. That, maybe, she was actually prettier in real life.But now Sofia knew better. The other woman was just plain. There was a
Arthur Three days. It had been three days since Arthur had last seen Almara. It had been three days since she had been locked away inside Noah Cunningham’s house. It had been three days since Arthur had decided to camp out on the edge of his property, just waiting for her to come outside.Arthur had calmed down somewhat in those three days. He was no longer angry at Almara’s decision to run into Cunningham’s arms. She must not have thought she had anywhere else to go. Which was certainly true. Arthur would have tracked her down instantly.
Sofia Sofia felt ridiculous. She was sitting in the passenger side seat of her own car, wearing a balaclava that was messing up her hair, and listening to the steady clack clack of Dana’s nails on her steering wheel. She thought she was going to go insane.They were sitting in the alley, waiting for Almara and Arthur to appear. It had taken three days for Arthur to find her. Apparently he had camped outside of where she was, shirking off his duties as alpha. It had been enough for Sofia to question if what they were doing was the right thing.
Almara I rode in the ambulance with Arthur, trying to regain my wits. I honestly have no idea what had happened. One second, my hand was in Arthur’s and it felt like old times. The way he had been looking at me had stirred something in my chest. I had thought that maybe I had made a mistake.And then that car had come out of nowhere, heading straight for me. If Arthur hadn’t pushed me out of the way, it would have hit me head on. There’s no way I would have survived it.I clasped Arthur’s hand in mine, careful to ke
For the first week, the doctors kept Arthur in a medically induced coma so that he could heal. I never left his bedside. Visitors came and went, but I didn't. I practically lived in the hospital. I wanted to be there whenever he woke up.Today was the day that the doctors took the IV out of his arm. Arthur could wake up at any point. The doctors had said it was basically up to him. They couldn’t really determine when he would wake up, just that he would eventually do so.I had freshened up in the bathroom and was sitting by his side, waiting. Exhaustion was pulling at me so I laid my head down on his bed, closing my eyes. I must have drifted off to