All Chapters of Her Two Proud Wolves: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adelia's Point of ViewTossing in bed was my new hobby in life. Wondering where Siya was came in close at second place.My mind wandered to him, not my escape, more than I cared to admit. It was infuriating. Distracting. Especially when I knew that Phaedra would be here in the next 48 hours. Or less. The time frame for my escape was closing swiftly and here I was, awake in the middle of the night, pining after her most prized lap dog."This is insufferable," I groaned and turned onto my stomach. The cool sheets wrapped around my cheek. Broke some of the heat from my thoughts. "Tell me about it," A deep voice answered from the door. Flying up, I narrowed my eyes into the darkness. Waited a second for my vision to adjust. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" I asked, unable to stop my voice from wavering a bit.Siya was shirtless. Stood in the door like a pillar of beautiful ebony. His shoulder was pressed against the frame. Eyes keenly on me."Last I checked, this was my room." "

Adelia's Point of View"The king will have our heads if one of your spies fucks this up, Harold! That's what I mean by that!" The old geezer's voice carried across the room with an echo. I glanced at a tense Siya by my side. Took in the way he held his head up by his chin. The bored expression on his face. But how utterly taut his body was.Although I found their arguments amusing and lapped up the fact that they were freely letting me in on all of this information, what I didn't like was the fact that we were two hours in and no closer to an end."Fuck the king! Let him find out! Phaedra has plans in place that will stop him from coming even close to us!" Another fool snarled.They were arrogant, then. An easy enemy to read and anticipate, seeing as they had no self-control when it came to their tempers. Their egos made their moves whilst rational thought failed them.Once upon a time, I had been much the same."When is this going to be done?" I asked loudly. Remained staring at my

Michael's Point of ViewEveryone was in a frantic state by the time I arrived at Lover's Quirrel. Gone was the coordinated mess I was used to back home. Replaced by people hurrying along and looking like no one had slept for the last week or so."Michael, you made it," Ulrich said, pushing away from the wall he had been leaning up against.He was different. I knew when he changed from being a human into a werewolf, there must have been some visible side effects as well. But this was entirely different than I had envisioned in my mind.His muscles seemed large by far. Stride more confident. Taller, somehow. And he had the air of a predator around him. Made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. It took all of my restraint not to back away from him when he came closer. To not cock the gun at my hip."When you called I thought you were joking," I grumbled back, feeling twenty years older than I truly was. Especially when I looked at Ulrich. More in his prime than he had e

Adelia's Point of ViewThe concubine was sitting poised at the end of what I could only call a throne room. Draped over the large stuffed chair like a queen dominating her surroundings. Not like a painted traitorous whore.Her cruel smile spread wide the deeper Siya and I walked into the room. Having left Nessa behind in the hall, I almost felt vulnerable under Phaedra's gaze. As if Nessa granted me an extra layer of protection that was now gone to the wind. There were no guards to speak of. Only our footsteps echoed as we went. Siya, to my delight, remained a healthy distance away from me. But had my hands shackled in front of me. To put on a show. When Nessa had suggested it, I balked at the thought. My father had used handcuffs to teach me a lesson every time my hands were idle according to him. I relented, seeing the logic in his thought even though I hated it."Welcome, welcome. Brother, I'm glad to see you are in one piece. Did those barbarians treat you well, at least?" Ph

Adelia's Point of ViewNessa basically gave a fuck you to Phaedra. Allowed me to go for another run in the closed-off garden. This time around, only one guard stood watch. Barely glanced at us as my heart skittered in my chest.She wasn't invited to the family dinner like Siya. Instead, she was given the duty of keeping me locked up in my room. A task she failed miserably at. Almost as horribly as she failed at keeping pace beside me.After the third lap around the garden, she tapped out and resigned herself to simply observing me and making comments.I never missed the way her eyes would light up when I passed what I presumed to be the weakest point in the wall. The way she had chosen the furthest spot from it. Or how she tried to look away every time I came close. It was obvious that she wanted me to escape.But something inside my chest wouldn't let me go, despite the lack of people here to stop me.Maybe it was pity. Pity towards the girl who had let me go. Because Phaedra would h