All Chapters of Her Two Proud Wolves: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Siya's Point of View Gerald was trembling by the time I had unplugged most of his machines. With wide eyes and thin lips, he watched me wordlessly. Spit seeped out of the corners of his mouth, like a rabid dog about to be put down. The fear in those wide eyes of his sent thrills down my body. Woke up the most wicked side of me. "Ah, I read in your file that you are on the mend. How is that gunshot feeling?" I asked, a large grin forming on my face. His eyes shuddered. Scanned the empty room and the dead monitors all around him. "Bet... Better, thank you, captain." He replied, voice hoarse. Breathless. Afraid. I nodded slowly. Turned on my heel and looked at the door. Marched toward it before slamming the lock into place. On the other side, I heard Killian swearing several times over. "I'm glad. So glad that you remained alive during the entire thing, just so you could report back to me. The goddess must find you favorable indeed." I mused, twisted back to look at him with anot

Adelia's Point of ViewBy the time I stopped running, I was well outside of our pack boundaries. Had managed to reach the outskirts of Half-Moon pack, another pack run by Eiecrunt. My heart hammered inside my chest relentlessly. But the sweet ache of my muscles kept my mind at bay. Wouldn't give me enough reprieve to let my brain wander.I was a good fucking three hours from home.Had it really been that long? In my wolf form it was easy to cover that great a distance without noticing. We became so in tune with everything around us that time almost... stopped existing for us.Trotting to the center of town, I noticed heads turning my way. Sneers marked their faces, as they always did when someone from the outside came in.They had a long and messy history, to say the least. Hated that Eiecrunt killed their former Alpha, despite him being a royal cunt. Alvara's ex-husband, to be precise. Although his pack never thought so. Well, not the well-off side of his pack.I strode up the now-f

Adelia's Point of View The silence broke after another hour. Either because Michael was growing bored or because he no longer felt comfortable in it. I didn't know which but at the sound of his hard-timber voice, my insides flipped. As if I had forgotten the sound of it within the last hour. "Where did you grow up?" He asked. A mundane question to most. But not to me. Hell, it only scraped open a scab I had wanted gone for a long while. Breathing out, I twisted my legs to the side. Got a bit more comfortable in my seat. "Everywhere. My parents never believed in staying in one place for too long. Now I think I know why," I replied, keeping my tone light. Our earlier scrap could wait for now, then. We would most certainly hash it out once we were back safely in Lover's Quarrel. "And why is that?" "Because my mom is part of an exceptional bloodline that allows her to heal anyone she touches. She can even knock them out to help make the process go faster. And according to what

Michael's Point of ViewAdelia fell asleep almost immediately after touching my arm. After we had spoken about our pasts. Or a fraction of them. The smallest fraction that didn't really matter.Only, it did somehow matter. Because the moment I told her about my domineering, perfectionist father, sadness and pain had entered her eyes. Slid across her face.As if she knew all too well how that felt. How that went.There was a bit about Felix, her father, in the folder Ciaran had given me before we set off. He had been involved in her getting kidnapped so I needed to know if he would show up or not. Now?Now I understood more than I had back then. The bastard had hurt her, no doubt. Was harsh on her.Sure, it had been something I was used to. Something that I managed throughout my life. But to envision her in the same situations I had found myself in... It stirred something dark and rageful inside of me. Seeped down to my very core and ripped away at my humanity.Was this what it was

Adelia's Point of ViewOne moment we were staring at each other. The next, we were a flurry of lips, limbs, and teeth. Tangled deliciously in each other's embrace. Skirting whatever furniture went between us and the bed.The one place I wanted him to be.No, needed him to be.Other than between my damned legs. Calloused hands groped my midriff with fever. Pushed up my shirt over my abdomen as we went. Explored my skin so thoroughly that goosebumps broke out over it. Trailed up my body and down my arms.I flexed my hand in his hair. Tugged on it for more of him. A better angle to consume him. I broke the kiss seconds after that. Tilted my head up so that he could get an exposed look at my neck.Where his lips immediately went and trailed hot, wet kisses down. Grazed my collarbone with his teeth. Nipped at the sensitive flesh at the hollow of my neck.Another shiver shot down my spine.Tangling with him felt like playing with fire. Warmed me to the touch but knew that if I got too clos