Hey guys! Sorry I've been M.I.A. for the past month. I've been taking some time off writing to clear my head and sort out some family stuff.(: But anyways, thank you all for all of the support you've given me while I was away. It's nice to know people stuck with NMOM even while I was on a writer's vacation.(:
Anyways, I hope you like the new chapter.(: Sorry it's so late.
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My eyes shot open as I felt lips on my neck. I must have fallen asleep in the conference room yet again. My aching back, neck, and bottom confirmed my suspicions as I sat up a bit.
Knowing exactly who had bent over the back of the chair and was now kissing up my neck, I tilted my head to give him more room. Feeling his hands move up my sides and to my sore neck, my breathing was shallow.
"You've been working to hard," Adrian murmured in my ear, "I don't think you've left this room in the past three days."
With a sigh, I closed my eyes and felt his hands begin to knead at the knots in my shoulders.
"I just want to make sure they'll be safe," I defended myself, leaning back into the uncomfortable office chair.
"I understand that but caging yourself in here bent over maps of the Dark Moon territory isn't going to help."
Turning to face him, I straddled the chair. Looking into his warm, chocolate brown eyes, I tried to relax myself.
I could tell he'd been worried about me and that made me feel all the worse. I couldn't keep doing this to him because it wasn't fair and it's not like I was awfully far up on the 'Good Mate Scale' as it was.
I lightly pressed my lips against his, keeping it short and sweet. My hands curled around his neck to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
Adrian shivered and roughly yet with caution pulled my out of the chair and into his arms. Crushing me into him, he wrapped his muscular arms around my neck, leaving me to wrap mine around his torso. Mumbling nonsense, he bowed his head and rocked us back in forth just like when we were in the cave a few nights before.
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Black heels clicking on the hard cement floor, I made my way down the hall of the dungeon. Dripping noises were made around me and pure silver walls held prisoners captive with no way of escape. It was pretty creepy, to be honest. Lock pads kept a tight seal on the doors to assure that no convict escaped and I could hear faint growls, snarls, and crashes coming from the confinement of the cells.
Stopping at the last door of the extremely long hall, I turned a took a deep breath. Shaking out the nervousness that had flooded through my body, I raised a slightly shaky had to quickly tap in the code on the very tech-looking lock pad. Each tap of my fingers causes a dull beep to echo into the dimly lit pathway.
After various clicking and hissing noises, the large door slid open to reveal what was behind.
Well, the guards had done what I had wanted them to do.
They had captured Blaze's mother.
She was sitting in the middle of the square room. Silver walls, ceilings, and floors gave no notice that we were being monitored but we were, of course. Micro-small cameras were set up at all angles of the room, allowing members of the guard to watch over prisoners.
The cold metal chair she was seated on was bolted to the floor and cuffs held legs and arms to the chair. It reminded me an awful lot of the chair I was held in at the rogue camp.
Clearing my mind of the awful memories, I focused on the task at hand.
I wasn't scared or worried to speak with Ms.Tazman at all because I knew a group that consisted of my parents, my mate, Ricky, Samantha, and fully trained guards were watching over me. I guess you could say I was pretty safe and confident.
A rush of guilt washed over me as a saw Ms. Tazman struggle against her bonds, worry evident on her face. Well, that was until she started talking.
"You bitch!" she said as her eyes trained on me. "You good for nothing scum. I knew you weren't good enough for my son! In fact, I tried to talk him out of kidnapping you! He will come after you for me, you know!"
Apparently, Adrian didn't like the way she was talking to me. I could feel his internal struggle deep in my gut because of the mate bond. Hatred for the woman was pouring out of him and I knew he had an undying need to destroy her.
No longer wanting to hear her spit venom at me for the sake of my mate, I took a few long strides to where she was being held. Narrowing my eyes and tilting my head, I laughed in her face.
"You know," I started, folding my arms behind my back, "Cursing at me and struggling won't do anything for you. You're stuck here until I get what I want out of you so you mine as well make yourself comfortable."
The silver in the room prevented her from contacting via mind link so I really had nothing to worry about other then my temper along with Adrian's.
Fueling my rage, she decided to be daring. Her spit flew into my face and I closed my eyes to not only protect them but to stop myself from freaking out and possibly killing her.
Before I had too much time to think, I head the heavy and frantic footsteps of a muscular werewolf coming from down the hall. Impatient growls were made as urgent fingers jabbed into the key pad in order to get inside the cell.
Arms wrapped around me and pulled me back from the woman. Adrian growled darkly as the old lady tried to keep her composure yet caved into his hardening glare. Fear filled Ms. Tazman's eyes and her wolf's whimpers were trying to break through the surface of her facade.
Trying to keep my Adrian from doing anything irrational, I turned into his arms and loosely wrapped my arms around his waist. Feeling his arms drape around my neck, I was a bit relieved. Although, I could tell he was still sneering at Ms.Tazman (who was being taken care of by some very angry guards at this time).
The bad energy was cleared out of the room when Ms. Tazman was taken away. Much to my contempt, the strain in Adrian's back muscles had also cleared out with the absence of the wicked woman.
Stepping out of Adrian's arms, I bounced on the spot.
"Can we get ice cream?"
***
"How could you think vanilla is better than chocolate?" I exclaimed, dramatically throwing my hands up into the air.
"How could you think chocolate is better than vanilla?" he fired back, pointing his spoon at me.
"Because it just is!" I said, a continuous stream of laughs bubbling from my chest.
We'd been debating this for a good thirty minutes. He was crazy and was trying to tell me that vanilla flavored ice cream was better than chocolate flavored ice cream. As I have already demonstrated, I am a very stubborn person and would not give up this fight.
"Come on, that's not even a valid answer!" Adrian said, tripping over his own laughs.
Both of us collapsing over our laughs, I rolled over on my back on the counter I had been sitting on top of. Adrian joined me by scooping me into his arms, lying on the space of the counter that I had occupied, and then setting me back down on his chest.
Sitting up so I was sitting on his stomach, I continued to shovel the deliciousness that was chocolate ice cream into my mouth straight from the carton.
Chuckling warmly, Adrian reached his hands up to play with my lazily strewn about hair. His fingers curled and got wrapped in my now fully black locks.
Moving to straddle his waist, I brought my spoon to his lips and fed him my ice cream.
His eyes closed and he let out the world's most sexy moan as his lips surrounded the spoon.
"Maybe you're right," he said, lazily opening his eyes. "Chocolate is so much better than vanilla."
Smirking, I bent down to press a soft kiss to his lips. They tasted like chocolate.
"I told you so," I sassily replied, my lips bumping into his with every word because of our close proximity.
We didn't have to worry about anybody walking in on us because I had locked the doors. The royal kitchen worked a lot like a restaurant's kitchen would. There were chefs, servers, and a lot of over positions that made up the crew. Not to mention, the style of the kitchen was very metallic and many appliances were placed to provide for the mass amount of werewolves and other creatures living here.
Usually, the crew would be working on food for the residents but they had been given some time off because of the recent drama.
Adrian and I enjoyed sharing our chocolate ice cream while we waited for some news on Rosie Tazman. We weren't sure if there would be rescue wolves from her pack coming for her soon or if they didn't want to risk the extermination of that group of wolves.
Hearing the pounding of paws coming from a mile or two away, my body became alert.
Looking down at Adrian (who I was still seated on), I lightly said:
"I guess that's our queue."
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Yay! I hope you enjoyed it. Again, I'm sorry for being missing for almost two months. I had family, school, and other things to straighten out and get finished before summer.(: I hope you understand. Be expecting longer updates more frequently now that it's summer.(:
~Kendall