♦Raphael’s Point Of View♦“Pardon me, but I have a concern.” I said, interrupting Liana, and everyone’s gaze landed on me.We were in another meeting like we had before, but it wasn’t like the previous one. Gordon, and Joan— we needed someone who understood the ways of medicine— were with us. Liana didn’t mind as long as he swore to keep her identity a secret, which he did.“Yes?” Liana replied.“How is Arielle going to do all that with a broken leg? I don’t think sympathy will win the heart of Killian.” I said, crossing my legs. I prayed that that would disqualify Arielle from going. What use will she be if she can’t move? None. That was exactly what I wanted. I would rather have her stay at home grounded than be in the crossfire in the battle against Killian.“Oh, that doesn’t pose a problem. The flower has healing properties. You just need a drop of its extract, and everything will go away like it was simply an illusion.” Liana shrugged, and Arielle’s eyes widened.“Really?” she re
♦Raphael’s Point Of View♦ “Yes? What about Brielle?” Gordon replied, as monotone as before, but he couldn’t fool us. We had caught him, and we were going to drill him till he talked. “I noticed you were quite concerned about her since your visit to Moonshade. It almost seemed like you were interested in her.” I pointed out, trying to drive him to a corner. “I’m only concerned about her because of the type of situation she is in, and I pity her. I would feel the same if it were another woman.” He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “Oh, so you don’t have any interest in her.” “As I said, I’m only concerned about her because of the type of situation.” He didn’t say no. If he meant no, he would have said no. Gordon was a straight forward man, but for him to beat around the bush meant one thing… he was definitely interested in her. It seems the Winston sisters had a way of finding their way into hearts. I needed to get Brielle a large bouquet of flowers for doing what no other woman
♡Arielle’s Point Of View♡“Go to the beach house?” I asked, dropping the book I was reading on my lap and staring at Raphael as he sat by my side. I was holed up in the library, rereading one of the books we had gotten from Agnes in case we had missed anything. Any information we could“Yes. I was thinking we should go to the beach house to rest after you’ve been healed.” He said as he took the book from me and placed it on the side table.“Why?” I tilted my head to the side. Why did he want us to leave when there were still a lot of things to be done? Our plan was already in action, so we couldn’t just leave. The extraction of the magic from the stardust was going on without any mishaps, and the alphas that were going to infiltrate Killian’s home were being trained. Though I couldn’t actively be involved because of my broken leg, I still ensured that things were going on without any hiccups.“Because you’ve been agitated and worried these past few days.” He took my hand in his.“Of
♦Raphael’s Point Of View♦“Thank you,” Arielle said as I helped her into the large bath tub full of warm water.“You remember how many drops she said you should use, right?” I asked, raising the small vial to my face. I was torn between feeling glad about it and irritated. I was happy it was done so that Arielle would be finally healed, but because it was, George had interrupting me when I was so close. So close to having her.I wanted to grab his neck and strangle him. The idiot had deliberately interrupted us. He wouldn’t have died if he had waited for just a few hours, but he just had to walk in and ruin the mood. I was sure she would have given herself to me without resistance.But I couldn’t complain or be really mad. Arielle was going to be completely fine, and she was bubbling with excitement, and I couldn’t help but feel the same. I didn’t need to even look at her to know that her broken leg was irking her. Though she wasn’t vocal about it, it was written all over her.“Just t
♡Arielle’s Point Of View♡“W-what I really wanted to say was that Sasha, Marie, and Hope could help me. You could take the vial away, and I could tell them it was a new soap that changed the colour of the water.” I blurted out, and embarrassment wiped the sleep right out of my eyes. Heat rushed to my face at what I had said.‘I don’t really mind?! What possessed me to say that?’ I scolded myself. I did mean what I said, but that didn’t mean I had to say it.“Oh, um… I’ll go call them,” Raphael said, picking up the vial and turning towards the door.“Wait,” I said, halting him in his steps, and he turned to me.“About the beach house.” I muttered, and his brows raised. Hope glinted in his green eyes.“What about the beach house?” he asked. Enthusiasm was heavy in his voice. He must really want to go.“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” I confessed and licked my chapped bottom lip.His plan was, honestly, quite good. I needed a break before I worried myself to death. Three or four days at
♡Arielle’s Point Of View♡“Arielle.” Raphael let out a low, possessive growl as his eyes turned wolf-like and gold, full of pure hunger.His warm, earthy scent spiked up, higher than I experienced from him, and heat flushed through my skin. A small omega whine escaped my lips without my permission, my body responding naturally to my alpha. His lips curled to a devilish smirk, and moisture began forming between my legs. He wrapped his arm around my naked waist, sending electricity sparks where his hand touched my skin and pulled me closer to him. “Are you trying to drive me crazy with your temptation?” He asked, bringing his face to the crook of my neck and kissing my sensitive spot. I gasped, grabbing his broad, bare shoulders and leaning even closer to him.“Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself around you? Fighting the urge to pin you under me and claim you while your cute lips moan my name? Do you know how difficult it is to hold back when you’re prancing around, sed
♡Arielle’s Point of View♡ “Tomorrow,” I whispered to myself as I stood by the window, staring at the full, silver moon glowing in the sky. Howls and growls vibrated through the night air, wild and untamed, but I didn’t flinch. I had already gotten used to how alphas acted on the night of the full moon. Besides, that was the least thing on my mind. In about twenty-four hours from that moment, the battle would have already begun. I would be face-to-face with Killian, trying to rescue my sister and the whole world. Raphael, the others and I went through the plan over and over again, making sure there was nothing we missed. The layout of the abandoned fae temple where Killian would perform the ritual was etched in our brains. I knew each nook and cranny better than I knew my own name. Everything was planned to almost perfection and needed to be executed the same way. If it failed, then it would be all over. There would be nothing but chaos, and my good-for-nothing father
♡Arielle’s Point of View♡ The large pentagram at the centre of the room glowed with familiar green magic, then turned fiery orange and black and morphed into a portal, letting out an ominous aura and the stench of death. Loud, deranged shrieking echoed through the room, shaking the building from its foundation, and I crumbled to the ground. But I couldn’t keep my eyes off the creepy portal. A hoard of howling and crackling smoke-like creatures rose from it. They were molten grey and grotesque, with eyes that were piercing red, and they reeked like rotting corpses. The room suddenly turned too cold, and the air was too thin. I didn’t need to be told what they were to know what they were. I had seen them a lot in Agnes’ books to not miss them. Demons. A multitude of them were flying over the portal like a dark cloud with fire in it. ‘Don’t be afraid. Don’t be afraid.’ I chanted to myself, hoping it would magically make what I felt disappear. It didn’t. Liana had warned me abo