All Chapters of Her Two Proud Wolves: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Michael's Point of ViewShe looked like a frightened deer caught in headlights. Her entire body screamed that she was about to bolt. That whatever was going on in that head of hers, it wasn't pretty.All of her muscles had locked up. Face included. Screwed shut against the torrent of my words.And there was no one else to blame for her reaction but myself. I hated myself a bit more for causing her distress. Hated myself for having had taken away the little trust she had built in me entirely.But if it took my entire life to get it back, then so fucking be it.Hell, I had even bought these clothes because I thought it might make her a bit more comfortable around me. A bit more familiar. Although they made me feel like a painted whore. Pretty on the outside but rotten on the inside.I had done it for her. For her comfort.Maybe for myself as well. To give her the impression that I was more than willing to change anything about myself if it meant I got to spend even a morsel of time wit

Adelia's Point of View"Del! Where are you?" A concerned Nessa called from the front door.Footsteps rushed into the house, two pairs, which meant she had gotten Aiden as well. "In the kitchen," I called back, feeling my lungs heave and burn with every movement of the cloth in my hands. Every last limb I had felt numb. Tired. Drained down to the damned bone. But Siya would be fine. Was sleeping off his little mishap in the medical room upstairs. Most of the blood had been cleaned up from the floor. The counter was wiped down and the food he had worked on now lay on top of his discarded paper towels. All of the knives had been moved to a different drawer, in case the cunt tried to cook or cut again.Upon closer inspection, I realized what he had tried to do. Cut a damned carrot, Julienne style. Somehow the knife must have slipped off of the carrot and with the way he had held the damned thing, it sliced him from the wrist up.A good two-inch gash right through his damned vein.He h

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

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

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