The Enslaved Wolf Queen

Hunter Vs Wolf

Adelaide POV:

I tried to overhear what he and his friend were talking about, but the more I strained my ears, and tried to summon that powerful super-hearing that I noted all wolves had. All wolves, except me, of course. I let out a deep sigh as I sat on the couch by the fireplace. He covered my shoulders with a grey crocheted blanket, and sat on the opposite couch. "The food is on its way." His only words before we sat in complete and awkward silence. There was something about his tone that seemed casual, but I sensed the tension underneath. "Is everything okay?" I asked, just as he stood up abruptly, "The food is here." He completely ignored my question and went to open the front door. A bunch of serving girls laid out the food on the wooden ebony coffee table, all of them never even looked at me. Were they not curious? Or were they instructed not to?

I watched them move with precision, laying out dishes I didn’t recognize. Everything smelled rich and heavy, unfamiliar spices mingling with the warmth of the fire. My stomach growled despite the pit in my chest. Luke didn’t even glance my way. He moved with ease, taking a plate and placing it at the head of the table, the faintest crease between his brows betraying the calm mask he wore so well. I wanted to ask him what was going on, why the sudden formality, why the cold distance—but my words died on my tongue. The silence stretched, only broken by the soft clink of cutlery against the porcelain. I shifted under the blanket, the crocheted fibers brushing my skin, and tried to make sense of the strange, electric tension in the room. It was like stepping into someone else’s world—a world I wasn’t sure I belonged to.

Finally, unable to contain my curiosity, I whispered, "Why… why does it feel like I’m not supposed to be here?"

He froze mid-step, hand hovering over a plate. His jaw tightened, and for a split second, his eyes softened as they found mine across the room. But then, as if the thought was dangerous, he looked away, busying himself with the food again.

"Not everything is meant for you to understand yet," he said quietly, not meeting my gaze.

I frowned, heat rising to my cheeks, partly from embarrassment and partly from frustration. "I'm going to bed!" I was pissed off by his cold demeanor. After we nearly kissed and shared a moment, he just switches like a bipolar person and starts acting cold. I stood up, put my plate down and stormed upstairs. Daring him to follow me, because then I would show him the capable hunter that I was raised to be.

I slammed the bedroom door behind me and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to steady myself. Capable hunter… I muttered under my breath. I wasn’t some fragile girl to be hovered over or ignored—I could handle myself.

Luke’s presence was palpable even without him in the room. I could feel it pressing against my skin, teasing, dangerous. My hands clenched into fists, and I realized I was holding back more than just anger—I was holding back the urge to confront him, to demand the moment we shared earlier. "Why did he have to be so infuriating?" I muttered under my breath. I wanted to punch my fist into the wall to release the anger and tension that had built up inside me by just a small interaction, or lack of in this case.

A knock on the door caught me off guard, "Adelaide," his voice soft and gentle came from behind the door. "Can I come in?" I gritted my teeth, him being so close made my anger dissipate, but I was not one of those girls that folded just because he showed some human decency. I ignored him and walked to the bed, pulling the covers back so that I could get in and shut my eyes and force myself asleep. The knock came firmer now, "I will not let you shut me out, little wolf!" I scoffed, the nerve this guy had! I stormed out of bed and opened the door. "You have some nerve!" I shouted. He looked taken aback. "What happened?" he asked, and I crossed my arms across my chest, "You're an absolute d**k, do you know that?" I asked. I knew it was lame as soon as the words came out of my mouth, but I was so angry and there were no thoughts forming coherently to help me express that anger. "A d**k?" He asked, folding his arms as an annoyed look took over his face. "What's with your face, you better not be annoyed just because I am angry!" He scoffed, "are you seriously picking a fight with me?" He asked.

"I don't pick fights with beasts, I kill them, remember?" A low growl came out of his chest. "Oh, is that triggering beast?" I mocked. "I have tried to be nothing but nice to you and not impose on you in any way since you have been here!" I laughed, "well, you don't need too because I am leaving, I'm done with this dumb wolf thing and you!" I made to storm pass him, his hand shot out roughly, and grabbed my wrist in an infuriatingly gentle way. He closed the space between us, and I huffed in anger. "Let me go!" I shouted, as I tried to yank my arm back. "No," he said in a stern voice, "you don't get to abandon the storm you started." His words made electricity flow through my skin and straight to my heart, but I held my composure. "I started?" I asked incredulously, he gripped me tighter, pressing me into his chest but making it a point that we could still look at each other. "You're the one who went cold on me the moment your staff appeared!" He growled again, and something in me shivered in pleasure, "that's because if I didn't ignore you, I would have grabbed you and kissed you right then!" He snapped, and my heart rammed against my chest repeatedly, "well," I said lost for words, "you should have grabbed me and kissed me!" I ramped up my tone and volume, recovering from that unpredicted confession of his, "fine!"

He rammed his lips into mine, and I melted on the spot. He pressed me up against the wall, and his lips...

They were harsh, fierce and claiming. When he pulled away, I looked up at him, completely weak in the knees. He pinned me firmly under him. The words that came out of his mouth next, made my heart flutter and butterflies swarm in my tummy. "You have no idea what you do to me!"