Chapter 6. Adam's Crew

• • • • Even Elite Edward's POV • • •
• I shudder out of sleep and the first thing that comes into my mind is Adams! My heart palpitated in fury whenever I think of him. Just as now, I feel like I'm going to have a stroke and die on the spot.
• Why did he speak to me in that manner? So that's how he sees me "as a poor helpless, worthless, little girl desperately in need of affection" the feeling makes me sick. I clench the bedsheet in wrath.
• "Eve, it's morning already!" Maryline barges into my room using a spare key that she always keeps. "Eve!. it's late and Adams is already down waiting for you!" she hurries me out of bed.
• "Maryline... You know I hate when you barge into my room!" I cry but does she care?.
• "I know! I'm sorry about that but be fast before Adams gets mad at me!" It honestly escapes her mouth.
• "Mad at you? Why will he be mad at you when you're this fond of him!" I utter while step down the bed. Down, I begin to undress and I immediately get into the bathroom.
• "That's your believe, young girl!" she murmurs. "I didn't hear you. What did you say?" I scream from under the shower. "Never mind! Just hurry up!" she screams back. "Okay!" I don't insist.
• Once we're done with all the morning routine, we move to the compound to join Adams. Maryline stops at a far distance and she lets me move further to Adams while she leaves.
• "What took you so long, little girl?" he walks towards me. This renders me agitated yet I manage to stay calm without answering his question.
• "I was told that you spent the whole evening locked in your room without eating. Why?" he walking straight in front my face and he struts with an arrogant air that makes me sick.
• I get more agitated as he gets really closer "Can we start!" I exclaim while taking visible steps away from him. "Answer me first!." he keeps getting nigher until my back hits a tree which impedes me from trudging backwards and I have no alternative but to halt.
• Damn it! he's so close to me now and he makes me nervous. I'm mad at him yet I'm unable to hate him as much as I wish and this makes me queasy. I blame myself for feeling this way. I wish I could hate him with so much passion.
• "Are you upset?" he asks. "Why does everyone takes me for a fool?" I cry out loud.
• "No one takes you for a fool" he tries to cuddle my hair like I'm a baby that he can manipulate as he wishes but I flinch. I don't need his pity if at all he even has a heart.
• "You do!. If you didn't you won't have asked this silly question because you know why I'm mad!" I boldly explain with my racing heart.
• "Oh, I see, all this is about yesterday!. Little girl, that was a means to boost you up. Feelings boost us. I will never willingly hurt you, little one!. Never forget this"
• "I'm not your little one for crying out loud! I will be 18 years old in a few weeks. I'm not your child or anyone's. Please, can we start training, now?" I keep calm as I manage to get off his hurdle and I start strolling around the big compound far away from him.
• "Of Curse! And today we're to learn some fighting techniques!" he strolls around while straightening himself. He then shows me one or two moves and he askes me to repeat after him.
• I walk closer to him, not to closer thou, very eager to try the moves on his face. I send my fist to his faces with all my strength very prepared to hit him hard.
• "Weak!" He effortlessly clenches my fist without shaking an inch like I did nothing. This makes me more furious because I actually wanted to hurt him as he hurt me yesterday.
• "Try again!" he instructs aloud. I send my fist again in vain. He maliciously smiles as he quickly infers my intention yet he remains comfortable. While his smile of victory just irritated me, making me feel ridiculous.
• "I can feel all the rage in you and I love it! Feel free! Go on! Heat me!" he screams like a mad prize-fighter. It sounds more like orders and I hate it. He lifts his hands up towards his face impatiently waiting for me to hit his palms.
• I first hesitate. Then I later begin to hit in with all the strength in me, very certain to hurt him. I'm panting after giving continuous blow. Yet, he doesn't move an inch. I stop hitting once I realise that it's just a waste of time and energy. "I will never hurt him" I withdraw. I seat on a tree stump exhausted and panting heavily.
• "Are you satisfied?" he walking nearer to me with an emotionless though arrogant air. "Not until you die!" I honestly whisper my thoughts with my eyes facing the ground.
• This makes him grin with a deep hearty laugh like he couldn't help it. Seriously, I wasn't expecting that from him. His laugher was so spontaneous and real that I barely titter, though not revealing it. Yet he stops laughing as soon.
• "You want to kill me? Wow!. My soon to be wife wants me dead!" he slightly smirks; not laughing, not angry either, just flabbergasted. Then he leans and folds his arms on the tree opposite me.
• We didn't speak to each other, I was facing the ground while peeping at him discreetly, till I regained my normal breathing rate. While he contemplated me all through. A few minutes later, we continue the training without talking much to each other.
• I'm more furious now since I haven't been able to hurt him in return. Yet, I still have hope to hit him before the training ends.
• The training has improved me. I can control my shift now, thought I have no total control over my wolf, at least it's a good start. I guess shifting will be much easier since I will not have to expose my nudity to the world anymore because I can shift whenever I want now.
• I'm at the point of finally give him a hard blow in the face but I stumble and tumble. Fortunately, he is rapid enough to cash me in his arms before I reach the ground level. My eyes were closed while I was falling and they instantly open once I feel his clench around my waist. Our glance join each other's and we both get lust in each other's eyes with our heads gradually striding towards each other. We get so near that his lips gently rubs mine and I close my eyes eagerly waiting for him to make the first step.
• "We're done for the day!" he rules once our lips get so near and I'm seldomly disappointed. With that said, I Immediately walk to my room without offering a word! Or exhibiting any sign of disappointment. Anyway, that is what I thought. Right now, I'm mad with myself for expecting his kiss.
• Adams speaks one or two words with Uncle Edmonton, then he leaves on his horse. I watch him elegantly climbing his horse from the window found in my room.
• • •• Adams's POV • ••
• I enter the gathering foyer to find my special park impatiently waiting for me; their prince and soon to be king of the two greatest clans of all times.
• "Welcome my prince! Everything is set for the sentence to take place!" one of the warden men run to me as soon as I take a seat on my throne. A throne forged by me as a rehearsal to my soon to be commitment. "Great!" I simply nod at the man who leaves as soon.
• "Get him!" I wave at one of the guards to bring to my sight the Lamp for the sacrifice, something which honestly disgusts me.
• "My Prince, this is the traitor!" Colins walks in with a man chained from head to toe.
• "He is a traitor! He deserves dead!" the crowd riots with no compassion.
• "Dad! No one deserves dead!" says a young fellow who is accompanying his dad for his first time to his soon to be park gathering. "Shut up stupid boy! And let no one hears you, talkless of the prince. You have to abide by everything which happens here or you die. And soon you will be an entire member!" his dad instantly retorts at his recklessness.
• "This will serve as a message to anyone who dares fuck with me! Tell them, prince Adams of the Caelum Clan has no mercy. I declare a death sentence!" I rule with no mercy, as I earlier said, traitors, disgust me.
• "Yes! No mercy! Wooh, wooh!...." the warriors, troopers, women and men of the park scream with so much excitement as they haul the man to the dead stain.
• "Please don't kill me! I'm sorry, I have always been a faithful servant. But this time I had no choice, I did this for my family! Please!" the man weeps but his screams are hushed up in the loud crowdy screams.
• The young boy covers his eyes when they finally slaughter the man and his head helplessly falls off his body with blood oozing over, some splashing on the guards and crowd "this is barbaric!" the young boy cries "this is real-life young man!" his dad recklessly murmurs as he hears him foolishly cry.
• "No one Fucks me and goes free!" I whisper as the man stops battling and gives up his last breath. With that, I walk out of the hall, on the spot.
• I ride my host till I reach my dad's palace, my palace. A very big tower which dates about five hundred years back, with a very big compound with several floors and maids. Uncountable maids.