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I nod, thinking I hope you liked it too. But I’m just not able to say those words out loud. “It was my pleasure. I wanted to visit her.”
She gives me a small smile and nods before she turns and leads the way into the pack house. I’m two steps behind, but she doesn’t look back. Once inside, she takes the steps two at a time and disappears from view. I don’t know what to think. Do 1 give her a little time to process it?
I think that might be best…
I sit up, my wolf stirring restlessly, and look at the clock. It’s late. Adriana had completely shut me out. I couldn’t mind- link her, nor did she show up for dinner, which I had with Zade and Valerie. I knocked on her door and asked if I could come in or speak to her, but she simply ignored me.
I now glance around. Why had I awakened? It had taken me hours just to fall asleep.
Adriana. Is she alright?
Just the thought makes me worried.
I swiftly get out of bed and leave my bedroom when I hear her voice, and she sounds agitated. It’s her and – Zade. I’m about to go check what’s going on, but hesitate when I hear her voice rising.
Why are they even arguing at this time of night?
Feeling as if it might have to do with me, I mask my presence, my eyes glimmering as I walk towards the sound before stopping and honing in on what is being said.
“the time. I won’t keep saying it.”
That’s Zade’s voice, and he sounds pissed.
“Like I said to you before, I don’t need you to tell me what to do and what not to do. I’m leaving.”
Adriana’s words hit me, and I swallow hard.
She’s trying to run from what happened-from us.
“Cus maybe it fucking annoys me that you just run from anything good. Look, I don’t know what the fuck happened out there, but he got you to talk. He makes you happy, doesn’t he?”
Zade speaking well of me, that’s not something you’ll see often.
“Don’t you think I know that? But nothing good lasts… one way or another and-“
“This is about what happened back then, isn’t it?”
I can barely make out those words of Zade’s. He’s speaking much quieter.
“Don’t try to get into my head,”
Adriana snarls lowly. She’s angry, but at the same time, she’s trying to keep her voice down.
“I’m not, but they are nothing alike. Maybe try to trust the Goddess one last fucking time. Stop running, Adriana, you are only hurting yourself.”
“Don’t try to get into my head.”
“I’m not. But I’m your fucking alpha and I’m commanding you to stay. If you walk – you’re out of this pack for good.”
I frown slightly, hearing Adriana curse before I hear footsteps and quietly step back into my room as she heads to her room. I sigh softly, not knowing what to think
She runs away from her problems rather than solving them, but there’s an underlying issue there, which I knew. But what it is? That I don’t know, and I have two options: ask Zade or get it out of Adriana. The first option might sound easier, but I don’t think he’d tell me. The second option is harder, but I do believe that is the way to go.
Once I know what her issue stems from, I will be able to better understand and hopefully even help her. If only she’d let me in. Scratch that- when she lets me in.
ADRIANA
Zade wasn’t wrong. I run when I can’t process what to do. But I feel it’s how I’ve survived for so long. To avoid facing my demons. I know what a man is capable of, how it only takes a fraction of a second for them to do something that will forever scar someone.
I’ve been avoiding Atticus over the last few days, keeping it to a hey or hi if I passed him, but not giving him a chance to say or do much. I did have the dessert he had made, and I did tell him it was good, but I have learned one thing about Atticus, and that is giving him a chance to talk is dangerous. He’s good with his words, and just like a delicious glass of wine, he makes you feel all relaxed.
Today it is Halloween and although we don’t go trick or treating, with around 47 adults in the pack, some of the women thought we should have like a little party. And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood.
I am dressed up as a demon, wearing a leather corset bodysuit with a tail. The bodysuit barely covers anything, but it looks badass. My boobs are pushed up, my waist cinches and years of workout show in my thighs and booty. I’ve paired it with fishnet tights and a black leather choker necklace. I look pretty sexy, and my look ends with dark makeup, red contact lenses, a red hair wig and knee-high hooker heels.
Ok, I look more like a sexy hooker demon, but hey, the aim of a dress-up party is to look sexy. Even though I’m avoiding him, I still can’t help but wonder what he’ll be dressed up as. I finish off with a pair of devil horns and leave my room.
I can hear the music from downstairs and I pause outside of Atticus’s room, wondering if he’s in there before I quicklycontinue on my way downstairs. I pause, glancing in the mirror panel that is at the top of the steps, looking at my ass that pretty much swallows my bodysuit right up.
I ruffle my fake hair before I step out into the back garden, where everyone is in costume. There’s Zade as Ghostface. I recognise it’s him instantly. Valerie is a zombie doctor, Damien is a pirate, Anthony is I don’t really know, he looks weird with all kinds of ruffles and too much red. He’s wearing a weird wig too.
“What are you supposed to be?”
I ask, patting his arm. He looks at me frowning, but that frown vanishes when he looks me over, whistling.
“Forget me, check you out, sexy little she-demon. But really, what does it look like I am?”
he waves his fencing sword atme.
“Umm, I have no idea.”
“He wanted us to be the three musketeers. Really, I don’t know why the hell he’d think I’d be ok with that,”
Zade remarks as he flicks the large knife he’s holding. And it’s a real knife. Damien nods his agreement.
“Definitely weird and lame.”
“Oh, wow. Look at you,”
Valerie adds, as she smiles at me. “What a coincidence.”
“What is?”
I ask, looking at her. She simply laughs. “You’ll see.”
She turns and points to the back of the garden where under the spooky lanterns I see huge regal, yet sharp, strong white wings. I tilt my head, realising it’s a shirtless man with his back to us who’s wearing them, and my heart skips a beat, realising just who it is.
Atticus….
An angel and a demon… now that’s what Valerie meant.
As if he senses me watching him, he turns, and for a moment I forget that he can see me staring as I rake my eyes over his body. He’s wearing white pants with a white strip down the side, some white boots and a gold belt, his hair is all slicked back and those wings are damn huge.
And he looks sizzling hot.
What the actual fuck?
A small smirk crosses his lips as he sees me watching and I realise his eyes are raking over me too.
‘You look extremely sexy and ready to sin,’ his voice comes. I’m so distracted I didn’t realise I hadn’t blocked him. My heart skips a beat, and I look into his eyes.
‘Shame angels don’t sin then.’
‘I heard one did. My heart skips a beat as he places the glass, I never realised he had been holding, aside and begins to make his way through the crowd when I hear a commotion behind him.
“You’re back, that’s great,”
Anthony exclaims.
“I told you I will be.”
I turn to look at the man who had entered, dressed in a Dracula costume. It’s someone I know. Will He gives me a grin and I instantly realise this is the worst damn timing.
I have hooked up a couple times with him in the past when I was a part of Sable, and knowing the way he can get flirty, I’m not sure if it’s wise that he’s here.
I glance at Valerie, but I don’t think she knew that, as she doesn’t look worried that he just said that in front of Atticus
It’ll be fine, I will just avoid Will, it’ll be fine. I glance ahead where Atticus is almost through the crowd and Will is approaching from behind.
Well, fuck.
I quickly turn left, but before I can get far, a strong hand grabs my arm. I close my eyes, wishing this wasn’t happening right now.
“Slow down girl, it’s been a while since we’ve seen one another and do you look fine.”
I turn as Will looks me over and that’s when I see the white sharp feathers that look equally regal and dangerous.
“Excuse-“
“Adriana, I was looking for you,”
Atticus says, and I’m relieved that he didn’t react.
“Ohh were-“
I’m cut off by Will.
“We’re talking here if you can’t see. Who are you anyway?”
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