Chapter 59 Chapter 53
ADRIANA'S POV
My heart is beating in overdrive. Like a wolf running carelessly in the night, the breeze and trees only a blur in their vision. Hearing and feeling absolutely nothing but the hard thud of their paws hitting the earth. I felt like that, the adrenaline pumping through my blood.
It was weirdly funny how I found this anything but terrifying was the main issue.
Xander was still above me, his mouth and mine not even a hair's breadth away. I kept my eyes tightly shut, knowing I could do nothing but that. His warm breath fans my face and he is as still as I am, though we were like that for two entirely different reasons.
I shouldn't feel this, he literally just said he wanted to have my fear, he wanted me to be scared of him. It's what I've always felt my whole life and I should want something different. I wanted something different. But with him this close to me and saying stuff like that, he is making me want to forget whatever my dreams were and all the things I thought I wanted.
No! I was sure I wanted them.
"Hmmm, what do you say, little wolf?" Xander moved to the side of my face, his lips tracing my cheeks. I held my breath, my chest tightening with the lack of breath. I shuddered when he stopped at the column of my neck, right below my ears and he pressed a kiss
there.
"It would be beautiful." I wanted to nod and agree. It felt beautiful. The thrill of having someone as dangerous as Xander there with me. I wasn't used to that, I was always so insignificant.
"You, my little wolf, as my personal toy. Scared of no one but me." His heat was ripped away from me all of a sudden. That forced my eyes open and I exhaled a much needed breath before inhaling.
I looked around the room, confused and trying to figure out where the hell Xander went. That's when I saw him lying on the chaise lounge on his back. He looked calm but there was an underlying violence swirling in his eyes.
I gripped the sheets at my sides, wondering how he got there and why I couldn't bring myself to get up.
"W what happened?" I stuttered, my voice sounding raspy and shaky. Xander looked up at me, his obsidian eyes more black if that was even possible. He made the night look fair.
Xander doesn't say anything, he just stares at me with his brows pulled together, like he is in thought.
"You should dress up and come downstairs." He says after a few minutes of silence. He got up and adjusted his shirt that had ridden up. Just the sight of his exposed abdomen made me feel the heat from earlier return full force. He was looking me with an emotion I couldn't decipher and finally, his lips moved and he said.
"Your father is waiting for you." With that, he walked out of the room. I heard his receding footsteps as he went down the stairs.
I heaved a sigh, thinking of how I was going to force myself up, then get dressed and go down to meet my father. Wait, d-did Xander just say my father?
Shit!
I forgot about my back and feet and jumped up, my eyes bulged as what he said fully registered in my head. What the hell was my father doing here?!
I mean, a normal girl would be happy if her father came to visit her, let's just say after she gets married. My situation was fucked up, I didn't get married, my father sold me out like I was a plot of land or something. Now I was wondering what the fuck he wanted.
I would only know those things if I went down and saw him. I really hated that I had to meet him, I would preferably never have to see him again but there was nothing I could do.
I stared at the bed and groaned when I caught sight of the gown that was kept there. A blush pink with small patterns drawn around the waist and at the edges of it.
There was a pair of undies I hadn't noticed beside it, red. How the hell did I not see that?!
Oh god! I face palmed remembering Xander was in this room and he saw it too. He didn't mention it though, thank God. I would have died had he mentioned it.
I quickly wore the clothes, my back protesting with each move I made. My feet were a little better, not fully healed though because I still felt the sting of pain whenever I moved a little too fast or I wasn't careful. Since the carpet in the room was soft, it wasn't that bad. My hair wasn't dry but I didn't care and just started running my fingers through it, trying to detangle the strands. I never had anyone to brush my hair or braid it when I was little. I learned a few of them when I was around fifteen and the pack's beta found his mate. She was living in the packhouse at first before they moved out. She was the only person who was remotely nice to me.
At least she was at first, before they told her the stories they made up about me and how I was going to ruin her life and probably kill her too. She taught me how to braid my hair and generally take care of it. I felt happy when she didn't call me a witch or get scared after she saw my eyes. Many people made me feel bad about that.
All of a sudden she stopped talking to me and I never knew why. I had an idea though. It wasn't hard to figure out someone told her to stop talking to me.
I stared at the mirror, my pale blonde hair a little darker now that it's wet and sighed. Guess I didn't have a choice. If there was a way I could escape seeing my father, I would. I haven't seen him in a while, I wouldn't expect him to change all of a sudden. Maybe he even thought I'd died and he didn't have to worry about me. Shame though, I'm still here. A little worse than before I left but also better in a
different way.
"Hey, do you need help there?" Candace's voice pulled me from my bitter thoughts. I turned sharply and she waved with a smile adorning her lips. She was always smiling. I wondered what it was like. To always be happy enough to be smiling.
"No, it's fine." She chuckled and stood behind me then pulled a chair from under the vanity table. "Sit." She ordered gently. I opened my mouth to argue but decided against it.
I didn't want her to think I'm ungrateful since she is offering. She is the only person after Daciana that is nice to me. I didn't want that
to change.
I lowered myself into the chair, though this time I refused to take in my reflection.
Candace ran her fingers through my hair, she made an approving sound that made my insides warm. This might be an issue deserving of a therapist but I always loved it when I pleased people. The few times someone tells me I did something right always make me happy. I rarely heard any praise so I loved any that I received.
"You have very beautiful hair," she said excitedly, like a child getting the doll they've always wanted. "Oh, I'm going to have fun with this since you'll be here for a very long time." She chattered, the excitement in her voice only growing.
"I'll just braid it for now, is that okay?" I hummed my reply and she started on that. I let my thoughts travel while she did that, she was talking but I couldn't make out anything she was saying for the life of me.
"All done." She said after a few minutes. At most ten. I looked in the mirror and smiled at her, staring at her rather than my face. "Thank you." I said and made to get up. I couldn't ignore my father waiting for me. I just remembered how angry he gets whenever he calls for me and I don't immediately go.
Though I weirdly felt okay, like he wasn't going to do that here. Or at least Xander wouldn't let him.
That was a dangerous thought because I wasn't sure Xander wouldn't let him hurt me. This was the same man that said he wanted me to fear me just a few minutes ago. I needed to remind myself of that.
"The alpha has been waiting for you." A new voice said by the door. My eyes roved to the door, where a girl who couldn't be older than
me stood in a maid's uniform. She had a frown on her face which unsettled me. I looked away, feeling uncomfortable at the way she was watching me, almost with disdain.
"You." She said, tilting her head toward me. I nodded and started walking to the door, wincing slightly the moment my bandaged feet met the marble floor.
I took in a deep breath and walked out of the room, my heart in my throat.