Chapter Two
They had all lost their minds.
Completely.
Utterly.
Stark raving mad.
Fabiana swallowed, her lungs seizing so quickly she stumbled on her feet, lightheaded. They were fighting.Fighting. One moment, Adonis’s deep voice was rumbling through her body, making her feel things—needy things she hated—and the next, Adonis leapt for Pasquale in the blink of an eye.
It’s okay, Fab. Just breathe. Take in a breath.
But her stupid lungs weren’t working; they hadn’t been since Pasquale had told her Adonis was coming.
“He’s your mate, piccolo. You know what that means.”
“Don’t ‘little one’ me. I’m staying here. This is my home.”
Pasquale sighed, his dark-blue eyes so like their mother’s. The ice of his Alpha power wrapped her in a soothing embrace. “This will always be your home, but he’s– Fabiana, you can’t deny the wolf. Trust me, I tried.”
His heated gaze traveled to Giuliana, and for a moment, envy swelled in Fabiana’s breast. She loved Giules, she did, like a sister. But she wished she could be normal, beautiful, and strong. Fabiana wished she could love and battle like an Alpha mate was supposed to and never back down.
Primo had destroyed that in her.
Fabiana sucked in a wheezing breath, begging her lungs to function properly. She understood what this was: the heightened pulse, her mouth dry, and her mind telling her she couldn’t breathe.
Anxiety attack.
She cataloged the symptoms clinically and came to the correct conclusion, but that didn’t stop the pain and fear from washing over her. No amount of recounting empirical formulas and standard deviations could change her reality.
Breathe!
“Sis, look at me.”
Giules.
Fabiana forced her gaze to meet Giuliana’s vibrant-green eyes. “Help … me.”
“I’m here.” As if the world wasn’t crashing around them, wolves growling and raking at each other, Giuliana stood before Fabiana and cupped her cheeks in warm palms. “Just look at me, sis.”
“I–”
Giules shook her head. “Just focus for me. I’m going to ask a question, and all I need you to do is nod.”
Okay.
Fabiana was so thankful for her relationship with Giuliana, Zoey, and Kalinda. They were the sisters she’d never had, and they had given her the freedom to be who she was without fear.
“Now, do you want to get out?”
Get out? What?
“Fab, focus, sis. Do you want to get out? Just nod and I’ll get you out of here.”
Fabiana’s gaze traveled to the front, unbidden, searching for Adonis. He was larger than life, his dark hair wild now, but it curled around his ears in sexy wave when it was under control. His hazel eyes were molten gold, a sign his wolf was close to the surface, and his angular, model-like features twisted into a vicious snarl.
He was beautiful.
