Chapter 26

~Adela~

Everything is going to s**t, and I'm not happy. I can't believe that b***h is here and walking around

as if she belongs. The thought of Portia makes my blood boil.

I've been out running since the kitchen incident. I wanted to do other things, try to get the twins to

change their minds, but I couldn't focus. I couldn't stand the fact that everything I had worked so

hard for was slowly slipping through my fingers.

I walk into the house after running for hours. I walk past the living room, heading to the stairs. “Why

has my baby been crying for hours?” I jump out of my skin at the voice. I turn and see dad sitting in

his armchair with a drink in his hand.

"What do you mean?”

“I get home, and your sister is distraught, spending hours crying and whatnot. What happened?” I

sigh internally, really not wanting to deal with this right now.

“I don't know, daddy.” My dad stares at me, scrutinizing me.

“I need to find a way to get Portia away from the twins. I need everything to be public so there is no

denying what is going on. I need to make sure that Portia is undesirable to her mates.”

"You want me to go against the future Alphas? I'm not sure that is something I should do. I don't

want those consequences.”

"Oh, come on, Neal. You know, once I take my rightful place, I will be able to get you anything; I will

be abel to get you everything you might need.” There is silence on the other end of the line, and it's

torture trying to wait for a response.

"How can I trust you? How can I be sure that you wil follow through on your end?”

"What are you accusing me of? Haven't I always come through when I said I would?” I am waiting

for a response, hoping that we can hurry up with this call and get the ball rolling.

“I'm still not sure if I should go along with his.” There is silence on the other end, and it's actually

starting to drive me crazy. He knows that he will end up helping me, so I'm not sure why he is taking

so long to get to the end call.

The clock is ticking, and time is passing by at a quick pace. If I don't get an answer soon, I may have

to employ some tactics which really should remain hidden rather than exposed to the night. Neal

clears his voice, and I wait breathlessly for his answer.

“I have done many things for you. I want to always be there for you. You can count on me.” I smile

and have to reel myself in because I don't want to seem too eager. “What is it that you want me to

do?”