Dorothea Caddel, is born into a wealthy family that can easily give her a plane or a planet to her wishes but what if something deep is hidden in the mask of a perfect family, a devil that she fears but soon learns to accept as love. That story chan...
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The air was thick with tension as the training session continued, spiraling into a spectacle. Dean, clearly irked by Alice's calm and calculated presence, tried to launch himself at her. But Alice, her eyes glazed over, never faltered. She seemed to anticipate his every move before he even made it.
Within seconds, Alice was perched on Dean's back, her lips pressing against his neck as she playfully whispered, "Gotcha!"
The wolves, watching from the sidelines, felt an uneasy discomfort at the scene, but it barely registered with Alice and Dean. In fact, Dorothea let out a loud whistle, cheering for them. "Get a room!" she called out, earning a smirk from both Alice and Dean.
The session dragged on, with Dorothea growing more and more impatient. She had spent hours running through drills with the wolves, and the idea of heading home to cuddle up with Jasper, letting him read from his beloved history book to her, was the perfect end to the day. But that plan was immediately derailed when Edward spoke up, his voice piercing the air.
"They're asking for Thea to show her skills in the battle here," he said, his tone flat, as if suggesting it was a simple request.
Dorothea turned to the wolves, her gaze shifting to Edward, who had translated the request. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, Carlisle interjected. "I think it's a grand idea," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You could train a little before the battle."
Dorothea's eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, trying to reason with her father. "But it's not me to fight head-on," she explained. "I stay behind, where my abilities are most helpful."
The wolves, including Bella, had grown curious about Dorothea's fighting style over the past few hours, but that didn't stop them from pushing her limits. The idea of seeing her in action only made them more intrigued.
Jasper, standing by her side, flashed her a teasing grin. "Come on, darlin'. A little fight won't hurt you." His voice was light, but there was a mischievous undertone as if he believed she wasn't strong enough to handle a single vampire.
Dorothea stomped her foot, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "What's that supposed to mean? I can handle a fight!" Her voice was no longer the playful tone it usually had, but one laced with growing irritation. She stood in front of Jasper, daring him to challenge her.
Jasper, unfazed, let his smirk widen, clearly enjoying how easily he could rile her up. Dean and Emmet, watching from the sidelines, noticed the rising tension and eagerly joined in.
"Jas is right," Emmet said with a mockingly concerned tone. "Little itty bitty princess Thea can't even kill for her own meal. How's she going to face the world, huh, Dean?"
Jasper quietly reached into his powers, using his influence over emotions to subtly ignite a spark of irrationality in Dorothea—a desire to fight, to defend herself against the mockery.
