Adva: Snow Queen Retold (Shadow Immortals MC Book 3)

by Daniela Jackson

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  Adva

  By

  Daniela Jackson

  Shadow Immortals MC Book 3

  Snow Queen Retold

  An Adult Fairytale Romance

  *****

  Copyright © 2017 by Daniela Jackson

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Excerpt

  Planned Books:

  Shadow Immortals MC Book 4—Calla: Beauty and the Demon

  Coyote: A Shapeshifter Romance

  Nate: A Shapeshifter Romance

  Phoenix: Shadow Immortals MC—Standalone

  Chapter 1

  Adva

  The men are coming back from church. The thought of seeing Conah makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

  Conah is an angel, and I’m the only mermaid in the household at his mercy—I am imprinted to obey him. He has total authority over me. Rive is the lucky one. She somehow slipped out of this ridiculous submission to the angel race a long time ago—the moment Kadmiel brought her back to life. Well, she glances at Conah like he is a lower being to her.

  I clench my sweaty hands in front of my stomach then smooth my long black hair and drop my head. I stifle my urge to escape. To escape Conah and to hide in my kingdom.

  Kadmiel introduces Conah to Rive and he stands beside me. It’s my turn to be introduced to his twin brother officially.

  Conah moves closer to me, and my glance shifts to his. A wide grin crosses his face.

  “Who are you?” Conah asks.

  His grin resembles that of a predator that’s going to devour its prey. I’m pretty sure he knows who I am.

  “She’s my mother-in-law,” Kadmiel says. “And you’d better respect her. She’s a good woman.”

  Warmth washes over my heart at Kadmiel’s words. I feel respected.

  Conah raises his hands in a warding gesture. “Your home—your rules, Prez.” He flashes me a beguiling smile. “Any father-in-law, sweetheart?”

  “No, sir. I’m single.” I pull back and forth then glance at Kadmiel. I can’t hold my fear on a leash any longer. It rises up to my throat and pours out of my mouth, “Do something about it. I don’t deserve to be scared in my own house.” Tears prick my eyes.

  “We’ll fix this as soon as possible, love,” Kadmiel says and looks at Conah. “She’s the oldest family member. The most experienced one. We respect her. And you’re gonna respect her too. Keep your distance, Conah, until we figure out how to fix this.”

  Thank you, my lovely son-in-law. I love you, boy. I love you for the respect you have for me.

  “I’m not an idiot, Kadmiel,” Conah growls. “I get it. You have a mermaid wife. Very fucking pretty to be honest.”

  “What did you just say?” Kadmiel straightens and shoots him a warning glance.

  Ice fills my veins and panic strangles my throat.

  “It was a compliment,” Conah says. “They are both very pretty, the mother and the daughter.” He steps forward, takes my wrist and plants a kiss on my knuckles. “Very pretty.” He grunts. “Beautiful.”

  I cringe into myself and cry quietly, but Conah doesn’t free my hand.

  “You’re a fucking angel, Conah.” Kadmiel steels himself.

  “So what?” Conah grins and rotates his shoulders as I step back.

  “Angels don’t see mermaids that way,” Micah says and grins, but this is his signature grin he puts on when he’s going to fight.

  I’ve seen the boys’ training sessions—they grin, they laugh, but blood splashes against the ground and bones are broken.

  “Now I see,” Conah says. “And I fucking think Adva is a very beautiful woman.” He winks at me.

  I shudder as though a hundred spiders have covered my body then I pull forward and pass Conah, aiming for the kitchen. Conah sweeps his hand, smacking my ass.

  I freeze as a burning pain seizes my bottom.

  He didn’t just do this.

  Kadmiel leaps at him, but I fling myself towards them and stand between them with my back against Conah’s chest. My hands rise, and I block Kadmiel.

  This is Kai’s wedding, for fuck’s sake. Ettrian and she are so happy. Nobody will ruin the most important day in their life.

  “No,” I say firmly. “No fights inside the clubhouse. That’s your rule, Kadmiel.”

  Conah lowers his head and nuzzles his nose against my hair. Time stops. Everybody freezes. The air sizzles.

  I feel dizzy. My heart thumps in my ears. A primal fear diffuses into my veins like I’m an animal facing death not a person.

  “I want a wife, Kadmiel,” Conah says, raising his head. I jerk my body forward but his arm crosses over my chest and he draws me closer to him. His smell envelops me—rainforest, light sweat, the brutality of the warrior inside him. “And I want to claim Adva for my wife.”

  Blackness obscures my eyes.

  “You can’t put a claim on a mermaid,” Kadmiel says. “That’s—“

  I feel like a glass wall is surrounding me.

  “That’s unusual as for an angel,” Conah says. “But you did it and you forget we’re the same. I fucking want Adva and I fucking want to belong to this family.”

  Silence layers everyone like frost layers grass on an autumnal morning.

  “There are rules when you take one of our women,” Kadmiel says, his voice devoid of emotion.

  My heart crumbles into pieces at his words. He didn’t just say that. He can’t just give me to Conah. I’m a mermaid. I’m not allowed to be an angel’s wife.

  Everything inside me screams to flee.

  “I’m happy to obey them,” Conah says.

  “This is for life,” Kadmiel says.

  “Let it be for life then,” Conah says.

  Kadmiel nods then leans towards me. “Lucky you. You’re not single anymore. You’re Conah’s wife from now on.”

  Tears blind me, as I’m all mental pain. I’m all breathlessness.

  Conah grunts into my ear like he’s very contented. I sense his power, his violent temper, and his hard cock against my ass.

  It can’t be, but it is.

  I can’t breathe. Red flashes dance in front of my eyes and a cold sweat pricks my back.

  I can’t be his wife. It’s a sacrilege. It’s worse than being married to a demon.

  I’ve been claimed. I feel like I have a collar around my neck, and Conah is my owner.

  ***

  We’re seated around the table and silence layers us—as murky as a mourning black veil. It envelops us like an exhale from a graveyard. A big warm hand strokes my arm. I turn
my face to the side and my eyes meet his glance.

  “Eat,” Conah says, his grey eyes burning.

  I think of storm clouds and snaps of lightning. I think of the high mountains and wild rivers.

  Conah threads his fingers through his short brown hair as one corner of his lips crooks up. He is so massive compared to me. So intimidating.

  “Eat,” he repeats with a hint of softness.

  I nod and put a piece of carrot into my mouth, almost choking on it.

  Conah runs his knuckles down my cheek. Fear paralyses me.

  Kadmiel whispers something into Rive’s ear, but she growls at him and moves to the side so the length of two chairs separates her from him. Anger simmers in her glance.

  Murray delivers more food and drinks to the table.

  Conah runs his thumb along my lower lip then up and down my cheek. “Drink something.”

  I nod and grab my glass, spilling the water over the table.

  Kai runs to the kitchen and returns with a piece of cloth in her hand. She kisses my cheek and wipes the table.

  Kadmiel raises his shot of vodka. “To happy marriages.”

  “Yours has just stopped being happy,” Rive says and rolls her eyes. “No, wait, are we even still married?”

  Conah chuckles.

  Kadmiel gulps his vodka, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then moves to the side, leans towards Rive and slams his lips on hers.

  Sabrael erupts into laughter, but Yara nudges his chest with her elbow so he clears his throat and falls silent.

  Kadmiel whispers something into Rive’s ear. They glance at each other like they’re fighting silently and she drops her head, looking defeated.

  All the boys chant ‘to happy marriages’ and clink their glasses.

  Rive stands up and rushes towards the stairs. Yara stands behind the bar and Kai rises from her seat to join Rive, but Ettrian grabs her hand and pulls it, making her sit down with one piercing glance. Talia stands behind me and wraps her arms around me, kissing my cheek. She shoots Conah a cold glance and goes upstairs. Murray delivers eight cans of beer to the table and grabs Heather’s hand, dragging her towards the stairs.

  I rise to my feet, but Conah clasps my hand and pulls it down.

  “Sit down,” he says.

  I drop back into my chair and sip my water.

  Fifteen minutes later, Kadmiel suggests that we move into the couches. Conah takes his seat and pulls me onto his lap. The men talk, but it’s droning to me. My heart thunders as my veins fill with ice. Conah sinks his fingers into my hair and draws me closer to him. His scent plasters me—rainforest and menace. I can’t breathe. His inner angel is suffocating my soul. He buries his face into my neck, breathing me in, and his hot mouth touches the angle of my jaw. I choke back tears. Conah’s arm crosses over my chest and he kisses my neck. It’s wet like a droplet of dew, hot like the sun’s rays on a summer day. A tingle shoots down my spine.

  “Adva,” he murmurs into my ear as his teeth scratch my earlobe. “Go to your bedroom.”

  He tells me to go to my bedroom, so I obey him. He’s my husband, and I’m his wife, after all. I’ve been his wife for two hours.

  I pass Heather in the corridor. She holds my hand and pulls me back.

  “I did everything you told me to do,” I say, trying to hide my resentment behind a polite smile.

  She pulls me towards the stairs leading to the attic and we sit on the first step.

  “We’ve already met?” she asks as her black eyes glitter like tourmaline gems.

  “Yes. You were twenty, and I was seven hundred.”

  “I’m almost seventeen now. You?”

  “Eight hundred and twenty-two.”

  “Wow.”

  “I gave birth to Rive like you told me to.”

  “We need numbers to face the archangels. We’re going to build an army.”

  “I know, but…”

  But I wanted to leave the compound and move in with my other daughter, Nineve, who needs me more than Rive now. She’s a human and she’s aging. She’ll die soon. I wanted to become a human and die with her. My kingdom should belong to Rive. She can manage. Callan will support her.

  I’m loved here in the compound and I want to keep this love in my heart and take it to my grave.

  Kadmiel treats me with respect. He loves me in his crude way. Every year, he buys me a bunch of white roses and thanks me for my daughter, Rive.

  He is a good leader, and I understand the reasons behind all his decisions, except the one that forced me into Conah’s arms.

  My granddaughters have grown. I’m not needed here any longer.

  “My dad,” Heather starts. “I had no idea he would be so... so… barbaric.”

  “Kadmiel and Conah are twins. They’re all the same.” I squeeze her hand with mine. “You told me I’d find a husband. You told me that. But I don’t want your dad. I’m a mermaid and he’s an angel. We can’t be married.”

  “He’s already put a claim on you. And I can’t break your submission to him.”

  “You can. You just don’t want to do this.”

  “I can?” There is a flicker of curiosity in her eyes and they’re dark grey now.

  “I’m not submissive to you. You took it away from me.”

  “Me? How?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not an angel.”

  Silence separates us for a moment. Heather sighs like she’s tired.

  “I’ll try to fix it,” she says as sadness clouds her eyes. “It’s just that now you are my mom. I’ve never had a mom.”

  Something stabs my heart like a dagger. I’m her stepmom. Her own mother was a bitch who abandoned her baby, who wanted to kill her baby.

  I throw my arm across her back. “That’s alright. I’ll be a mom to you. Let’s see how it goes.”

  She’s such a powerful creature, but so childish at the same time. She yearns for a mother’s love like she’s five years old.

  “You will?” she folds her hands as if praying and curls into my chest.

  “Go to bed,” I say, stroking her long ashen hair.

  Heather rises to her feet and hugs me. “My dad can be really funny.” She bobs her head at me. Her skin glows—it’s as crystalline and blue as cold water. “You will be happy with him. He’s a good man. He’s a bit… rough around the edges, but he’ll be good to you.”

  I have a vague impression that the war with archangels is not her priority. Finding a wife for her dad has been her priority.

  You can’t blame a child for fighting for love they should be given at birth, right? All the children of the world should be blessed with unconditional motherly love. Heather seeks this love from me.

  “Love you,” she says.

  “Love you too,” I say.

  Heather kisses my cheek and darts to Murray’s room as I go to mine. I stand by the bed covered with a red and golden blanket as the door creaks open. That sound sends chills down my spine. The door slams shut and the sound of heavy footsteps makes me shudder. His scent invades my nostrils—rainforest and tobacco. Brutality tinged with light sweat.

  Muscular arms wrap around me from behind as a hot mouth touches my neck.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Conah says.

  He moves me towards the table and we bend over the top.

  My breath stops in my throat. Blood pumps in my ears. He’s so enormous, and I’m so small.

  “She couldn’t stop talking about you,” he says into my ear, his mouth grazing along my jaw. “If I only knew I’d come here in the very beginning. So much time lost.”

  “I wasn’t created to be your wife, sir.” I stiffen, awaiting his anger to smash me.

  “That’s kind of unexpected, huh? You walk into the compound and instead of celebrating the reunion with your brother, you see a beautiful little mermaid.” He gathers my dress up to my waist and massages my ass cheek with his calloused palm. “You see your mermaid. And you realise you want to fuck this cute little thing ra
w.”

  I feel his massive erection rub against my ass. He slides his fingers under my panties and runs one up and down my crack, circling my tight hole.

  “You know what I thought?” He shoves his hands between my thighs, spreading them, and rips my panties off me. “I thought ‘my brother has a mermaid wife and he’s deliriously happy’. I thought ‘maybe I could be happy with my mermaid too’.”

  “You knew,” I say as anger surges through me, but it instantly fades at the burning power of my submission to his kind.

  “Heather tells me a lot of things, older Heather, younger Heather, present Heather.”

  I feel him unbutton his jeans and then I feel the head of his hard cock pushing at my entrance. He holds my chin and turns my face to his. His lips slam on mine. He kisses me hard. No, he devours my mouth, demands, explores me almost violently. His tongue strokes mine then thrusts in and out. His fingers circle my nipple through the fabric of my dress and bra.

  “Now, be a wife to me.” He sucks my lower lip then fucks my mouth with his tongue.

  His hips move against my ass like he’s already inside me.

  I don’t know how I feel about his touch. I don’t know whether it’s dread or desire, whether it’s anger or joy, whether it’s hatred or love. It’s consuming, overwhelming, making me teeter on the edge of insanity. There’s a disconnection between my rationality and my body. My pussy pulses—my mind rebels. My skin burns—my mind shakes.

  “I want you to enjoy it,” Conah says.

  “You know I can’t.”

  Can I? I feel my arousal trickle down my inner thigh.

  His fingers slide under the straps of my dress and bra and lower them, exposing my breast. He palms it, squeezes, then rolls my nipple.

  “I order you to enjoy it,” he says in a menacing voice. “I order you to love me.”

  “You can’t order me to do these things. That’s against the balance.”

  He grunts then pinches my nipple, and I moan at the painful pleasure pulsing within me.

  “You see,” he rasps. “You can love me.”

  He’s my authority. I accept my fate. I obey.

  No, I want to obey. It’s like my being has split—part of me wants to flee. Part of me wants to fall into the fever of his touch, taste the forbidden, break the unbreakable.