Page 20 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
A window smashed in the venue, and the squeal of demons pierced the air.
“Get on the bike,” I ordered, clambering on myself, and starting the ignition. “I’m not fucking around, Adalyn. It's either you get on the bike or see how great those shields of yours trulyare against a demon swarm.” I glared at her. “Iwillleave you here if you don’t get on in two seconds.”
Adalyn paused another moment, enough time for another window to smash, and she cringed before hoisting a leg over the bike seat and settling in behind me.
“Hold on tight,” I told her, mockingly sweet.
“I’ll take my chances with being thrown off,” she muttered.
Yet her hands slid around my waist, and I did not think about any of it, not for a second—IsworeI didn’t—and kicked the bike into gear. We tore off into the night.
***
I waited outside a small apartment block—only five floors—while Adalyn went inside to pack a bag. I counted the seconds, turning into minutes, my anxiety growing the later the night got.
I didn’t want Adalyn under my protection.
The plans never specified how long we would lie low. It was down to Alex to call that. But however long it would be for meant being stuck with Adalyn. Frankly, there was nothing worse.
It made me sick to even recall the moment of weakness back at the party, kissing her in the hallway. What had come over me? After a week of staying away from the witch after attempting to kill her in the woods, I kissed her. Every instinct in me had driven me to do it—following her into the hallway, fastening her dress zipper, which hadn’t even been down a lot, but I’d sought an excuse to touch her, and then the kiss. It hadburned like the most exquisite fire. I had been weak. That was all it was.
Adalyn emerged from the apartment block, a black duffel bag packed. In her party outfit—a black dress with cutouts in the side, exposing the lines of her waist, and a flared skirt part falling to her mid-thighs, the moon pattern top of the dress shaped around her breasts in triangles, she looked beautiful and deadly.
Usually, she would have been the exact type of girl I’d pursue.That’s why you kissed her, I told myself.Nothing else. No instincts. No desire. Just knowing your type and forgetting what Adalyn is beneath her exterior.
Her hips swayed. I cut my gaze to the floor.
“Got everything?” I asked.
She nodded, biting her lip. “What about my grandmother?”
“If she’s with the triplets, then she’ll be with Harper and Alex,” I told Adalyn as she got back on the bike. Her thighs parted around my body, and I fought back any response. She was my enemy. I despised the witch. I’d let her burn for all I cared.
“She’s safest with them,” I assured her. “And we’re laying low, but we’re not cut off from them. If we have somewhere with a signal, then you can check in with her.”
I paused, waiting for Adalyn to nod in acknowledgment before I set off for the villa. Instead of waiting outside like I had for her, Adalyn followed me into my room. There was something about her being the object of my dreams for so many nights and seeing her standing in the room where I slept. It was jarring. I turned away and threw some clothes into a backpack.
I packed other necessities and turned to find Adalyn watching me with those dark eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“Aren’t we going to talk about what happened in the hallway at the party?”
Her mouth on mine, her tongue swiping my piercing. The soft skin of her thigh beneath my palm.
“No,” I answered and walked past her. “Let’s go.”
“Zephyr—”
“No,” I said roughly.
“Fine,” she snapped.
If I talked about it, I would only hate myself more. The fact that it had happened already sank like a stone in my stomach, making me feel sick to think of it. One of her brethren killed my twin brother; she was my enemy. How dare I let myself forget that.
We both reached for my bedroom door at the same time, our hands brushing. A spark shot down my arm, making me jolt back.
No. I would not think of her in that way. I refused. Icouldn’t. Adalyn’s eyes met mine.
