Bitter Beauty: An ADR Short (Fallen Cross Pack Book 5) by Aliya DalRae

Author:Aliya DalRae [DalRae, Aliya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Werewolf & Shifter, Paranormal & Urban Fantasy, Paranormal & Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Adult Themes, The Shifters Mate, Supernatural Fantasy, Protection & Safety, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Multicultural & Interspecies Relationships, Romantic Schemes, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Mythical Creatures, Action & Adventure, Violence & Crime Story, SciFi Fantasy Romance, Hearts Desire, Futuristic, The Fallen Cross Pack Series, Short Story
Publisher: Aliya DalRae
Published: 2019-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

M arcela took what was offered and headed off to the bathroom, which was right where he said it would be.

Like the rest of the house, the room was small and spartan. The sink and tub were white porcelain with chrome faucets and hardware. The tile was plain, and the toilet utilitarian.

Laying the pile of clothes in the basin, Marcela closed the lid on the john and sat, bracing her head in her hands, her calloused elbows on her knees. She couldn’t seem to get anything right with this wolf. Everything she touched fell apart, and every move was the wrong one.

For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why he didn’t just let her go. Surely the Alpha, whatever that was, didn’t mean to keep her prisoner. It seemed everyone else she’d encountered at the big cabin was free to come and go as they pleased, so it would make no sense that she among all of them would be considered dangerous. Still, it was clear that she was not at liberty to leave.

And he hadn’t even bothered to introduce himself. He knew her name now, but she was still calling him Man-Wolf.

Marcela crossed a leg over her knee and went about removing the thick towel she’d tied to her foot, then repeated the process. The cuts on her left heel were already healing, but he’d been right about the other. It was still bleeding, and was going to need some tending. That was when she noticed the bloody Rorschach test she’d trailed into the bathroom, lovely little splotches she’d left with every step she took.

It just got better and better.

With a slump in her shoulders, Marcela stood to look through the cabinets, hoping to find some first aid supplies. She was not disappointed, as the third drawer she opened revealed everything she would need.

Several butterfly bandages and a bit of gauze later, she’d stemmed the blood flow, and was able to sort through the clothes she’d been given without fear of leaving another mess on the floor. Her choices were limited: sweatpants that, when she held them up, were as long as she was tall and a flannel shirt that would be as much a dress on her as anything. No shoes, of course, but he did throw in a pair of crew socks that might only come up to her knee pits.

She dropped the afghan to the floor and grabbed the sweats. They were a definite no go. No matter how many times she rolled down the waist and rolled up the legs, they still managed to fall off of her when she moved. The shirt covered her well, though, and with the addition of the socks, she was nearly respectable.

Another quick search provided her with a hairbrush, which she dragged through her tangles, and a brand new toothbrush. He would probably have a hissy fit over her using it, but the taste of vomit was still prominent, and he would just have to deal.

Once she

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