Eden’s POVCiderhill was exactly what I expected. It was a dirty village with only a few dirt streets. On either side of the streets were a few stores, a few bars, and a ton of whore houses.“The people live in a different part of the village. This is the main drag. The part of town where everyone…hangs out,” Caleb explained as we walked towards the street.Rogues glared at us as we walked by. Not even ten feet away, two werewolves were fighting. Right out on the street in broad daylight. They tore at each other and bit hard. They were covered in blood.To their left, a woman stood, her face sad and bruised.“What’s that all about?” I asked, gesturing towards the fighting wolves.“That’s Tony,” Caleb said, pointing to the dark grey wolf. “He owns that whorehouse, right there. I don’t know who the other wolf is. But I assume they’re fighting over that girl.”I made eye contact with the sad-looking girl. She looked young. Not more than eighteen.“Sometimes, rouges try to steal one of To
Eden’s POVI rushed over to Storm.His head was resting on his hand. He looked like he was half-asleep. My heart clutched.It was him, I was sure of it. But those rogues had been right…Storm looked like hell. His dark hair was matted, and I was pretty sure I saw lice crawling around. I didn’t want to look too closely though. His black, leather jacket was torn at the shoulder. His hands were filthy and covered in cuts. He smelled like body odor and wet fur.“Storm?” I asked gently. He didn’t respond. So I tried again. “Storm?” I said a little more loudly.“STORM!” Caleb slammed his hand onto the bar counter.Storm’s head snapped up. His eyes flew open.“What? What time is it?” he asked, clearly disoriented.I let him find his bearings. When he realized where he was, he frowned for a moment. Then he reached for his pint of beer and chugged it down in one, giant gulp.He belched and wiped his mouth with the back of his filthy hand.I was in shock. The leader of the famous Silvermist Warr
Zane’s POVI fucking hate Ciderhill. That’s all I could think as we entered the town. It was my least favorite place on the planet. Vile and unsophisticated. I had no issues with rogues as a whole. In fact, I’d met plenty of rogues I actually really liked.But the rogues that lived in Ciderhill were a despicable sort. No morals. No ethics. Greedy and full of lust. They just did whatever they wanted without any regard for life, human or otherwise.They gave all rogues a bad name.I stepped over a wolf corpse. It’s head was hanging loosely from its neck. It looked like some other wolf had really sunk its teeth into it.“Dispose of this,” I flicked my hands at my warriors.There were already black flies circling the corpse. Soon, they would hatch eggs and the dead body would become infected with maggots.The thought made me want to hurl.“Umm,” a warrior said, eyeing the mass of dead fur. “What do you want us to do with it?”“I don’t care,” I snapped. “Just take it away. Into the forest.
Zane’s POVI ordered a whiskey, neat. The bartender slid it over the bar to me. I had no intention of drinking it. But this is what you have to do if you want bartenders to talk.This bar was a lot busier than the first. Probably because they allowed women. It was a fairly even split between women and men.A table of women were cackling over in the corner. One of them had a baby with her, and she swung it back and forth in her arms, stopping occasionally to take a swig of wine.A few of the tables were just men. And some were both men and women.“Any luck?” I asked my warriors. Like me, they were scanning the bar for any sign of witches. I can usually sense a witch a mile away. It’s part of my Lycan bloodline. I can smell them. They smell like salt water and vanilla. At least, the ones that I’ve met do.But so far, I wasn’t able to pick up a thing.Fuck.I was going to have to talk to the bartender.I waved him over.“Ready for another already?” he asked. Then he looked at my full gla
Zane’s POVI stared at the witch. She smiled slyly at me. She was beautiful. Stunning even. The bartender didn’t seem bothered by her presence, but the women in the corner of the bar shrunk back in their seats. I noticed the mother try to hide her baby under a baby blanket.“No need,” the witch said, not even looking to the corner. “I don’t want your baby.” This time her lips moved as she spoke.One of the men at a different table rose. “Do you have any…” he started to ask. But she waved her hand at him and his lips pressed together. His eyes went wide as he tried to talk but couldn’t.“Mmmm hmmm,” he moaned, his lips fixed tight.“I’m not a peddler,” she said.This whole time, her eyes had not left mine.I had met a few witches in my time, mostly in passing. But none had the aura and presence of this one.She was powerful.She was strong.She was intensely beautiful and enigmatic.My blood boiled with hatred. I despised her kind!“Was I wrong, King Zane?” she asked, enunciating the ‘
Eden’s POV“Dead?”Adrian was…I couldn’t even think the word. No! It couldn’t be. I recalled the letter he had sent me. In the letter, he apologized. But he seemed to be doing all right. That wasn’t that long ago. How could…“What happened?” I asked Storm. He had finished his pint of beer and was waving the bartender over for another one. Caleb interfered though.“No more for now,” he said to Storm.I thought Storm would argue but instead, he lowered his eyes and nodded.“Storm,” I repeated. “Please. What happened to Adrian?”I held my breath. Did I really want to know? What if it was horrific? Like a werewolf fight? What if…My mind began to whirl with all the possible death scenarios.“Well, he’s not LITERALLY dead,” Storm said, rolling his eyes.Wait…what?I didn’t understand. “Is Adrian dead or not?” I demanded.Storm’s next words sent a chill through me. “His body is not dead. But his soul is.”I thought back to the rogue’s. They’d said Adrian was hooked on drugs. Was it true? Is
Eden’s POVThe cabin was in complete disarray. The roof was caving in and the front door was missing. We approached with caution.We could smell him before we saw him. A putrid stench, unlike anything I’d ever smelled.Zara crouched down onto her front legs and whined.“It’s his wolf,” she told me. “His wolf is rotting.”It did smell a lot like rotten meat. Rotten meat and wet, moldy fur. The smell was so bad, my eyes watered.We heard a noise in a room towards the back. My heart pounded as we followed the noise. Sure enough, Adrian was in the room, sprawled out on the floor.I rushed to his side. He was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes were empty and vacant. At first, I was pretty sure he was dead. But then I saw the soft rise and fall of his chest. His face was expressionless.“Adrian?” I whispered, as I took in the sight of him. It was horrific. Far worse than I could have ever imagined. I’d never seen a werewolf hooked on Milkweed before. There were tufts of
Eden’s POVCaleb looked panicked.“Are you sure it was Zane?” I asked. This didn’t make any sense. Ciderhill was a village of debauchery and scoundrels. Why would the Lycan King come to a village like this?“I’m sure,” Caleb said. Storm was staring sadly at Adrian. Adrian was higher than a kite, his head lolling back. He was being supported by two guards.“Did you see you?” I asked. Then I realized that was a stupid question. Of course he hadn’t seen Caleb. He would have seized him on the spot.“No. Storm and I were in the corner of the bar.”“What did he do?”“He just came in and looked around. Then he left.”“Where did he go?” I asked. This was very odd. Ciderhill was so far in rogue territory, it was almost on the outskirts. It was a long way from his palace.“I think he went to the bar next door,” Caleb said.“Was he with anyone?”The image of Chloe at my mating ceremony, smiling smugly while she announced that she was pregnant with his child, flashed through my mind. It hurt. Kno
Eden’s POVEighteen today. How the time flies by! It seems like only yesterday I was lying on the bed, crying in agony as wave after wave of labor crashed over me. She was a difficult birth, Jupiter. But I made it through, of course.Who could have known the woman she would grow into?She is standing in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in her new gown. She’s glorious. Soft, pink cheeks and glacier blue eyes, just like Zara’s. She is the best of witches and the best of wolves – a unique hybrid that brings out both in this fluid, magical way.“Aunty Brinsle and Aunty Astrid?” she asked, looking at my reflection standing behind her. “Are they ready?”“Yes, love,” I tell her. “They are both waiting.” There’s a gentle knock on the door, and as if on cue, Brinsle and Astrid enter.“Oh Jupes,” Brinsle says, rushing to her side. “Look at you. All grown up.” Tears well in her eyes and she turns away.“I told you, no tears today,” Jupiter scolds Brinsle. But then she smiles sof
Zane’s POVSometimes, I don’t know who I love more, Eden or Jupiter. What a I saying? I love them equally.I was shocked, of course, the night our baby was born. I couldn’t believe it when Eden said the name, Jupiter. It all came together in that moment. Calista told me that visions always come true. Lucinda has the vision of a young girl born with both wolf and witch, a girl that would rule over both.Lucinda assumed it would be her daughter.She was wrong.It was ours.Eden has witch blood and wolf blood. Jupiter was born with both. She is our daughter and she will one day unite the wolves and the witches. For now, though, she’s just a bright-eyed, mischievous little five year old girl.And she is our world.Brinsle counsels Jupiter on the ways of witches. Sometimes, she takes Jupiter to different covens. The covens welcome her, this little daughter of ours. Astrid is in charge of Jupiter’s wolf training. And of course, Astrid is Jupiter’s god-mother. I know she is in good hands wit
Eden’s POVThe wedding was small but lovely. Zane gave Brinsle away and he was so honored to do so. It was a traditional human wedding, and Brinsle was lovely in her white dress. Adrian was handsome in his traditional human tuxedo. They chose a human wedding because they couldn’t have a werewolf one since Brinsle wasn’t a werewolf and they couldn’t have a witch wedding since Adrian wasn’t a witch. So they chose a human wedding instead.After the ceremony, we all mingled and sipped champagne while the children ran around playing tag on the grassy knoll. I was so happy for Adrian as I watched him great his guests, as was Zane. We both had a soft spot for Adrian and Brinsle. They were family as far as we were concerned.But it hadn’t always been easy. It had been a slow love between Brinsle and Adrian. They were both a bit broken and they both had serious trust issues. Brinsle had a magic that was too powerful for her and a history of lashing out. She had some pretty dark secrets in her
Eden’s POV“Lucia, how many times I have told you – get off the warrior training grounds!”I giggled. Lucia had a basket in her arms. It was lunch for Storm. I was sure of it. Lucia was notorious for this. She’d just scuttle right out onto the field, a basket full of food for Storm, and completely disrupt his warriors.“But it’s lunch time,” she said, cocking her head to the side.Storm was clearly embarrassed as she shook his head. His warriors smiled slyly. They were used to it. Lucia was a doting wife. She brought Storm lunch every day without fail.I was visiting for our monthly dinner date. Once a month, I made the trek out to see Lucia at her pack, the Santonio Pack. It was a bit of a hike, since her pack boundary was up in the hills. We’d chosen the location because of the view. After spending all those years on the island at the estate, Lucia swore she never wanted to see water ever again. So her pack was built up on the mountain on a flat plateau, surrounded only by tree tops
Eden’s POVI cursed Zane. I cursed sex. I cursed every one in that room and the sun and the moon and anything and everything I could think of. I had known pain in my life, really bad physical pain, but nothing had prepared me for the pain that ripped through my insides every time I had a contraction.We were back in my room. The doctor and several maids were by my side, as well as Astrid and Zane. Those were the only two people I wanted in the room with me. I gritted my teeth and did my best to breathe while contraction after contraction ripped through me. Zane wiped my forehead with cold clothes. Astrid held my hand, even though I was pretty sure I’d broken her fingers with my tight grip.I was only vaguely aware of the time, but I knew it was night.“It’s a long labour,” the doctor said. “I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it goes sometimes.”Outside my window, the guests waited with baited breath. It hadn’t taken long for word to spread right after the crowning that the queen was i
Eden’s POVI knew we invited a lot of people, but I didn’t really know how many until I saw them all sprawled out there in the garden. Thousands of people, for as far as I could see. Little children waved excitedly as I passed. Little girls giggled and whispered to their mothers:“She’s the most beautiful queen I’ve ever seen.”We walked slowly, through the crowds. I took my time, nodding and smiling as I went along. Everyone smiled back.Once or twice, a strange cramp ran through my stomach and I gripped Astrid’s hand. She looked at me, a worried expression on her face.“Eden, tell me the next time you feel a cramp, okay?” she asked.“Sure,” I said.The walk to the stage took a long time. I was so humbled that this many people had come to see my coronation. Some of them had travelled a very long way. I saw the pile of presents Astrid had commented on. Holy crap was right; it was massive!My eyes swelled. Such generosity from my people.“Oh,” I said, suddenly stopping. It was a cramp
Eden’s POVThe sun burst through the window and I bolted out of bed. I was so happy I could sing. It was here, it was finally here! Coronation day!The baby kicked, really hard. I pressed my hand on my stomach.“No no no,” I said. “You be a good girl and stay in there just one more day.” Then I went straight to the washroom to shower.Zane and I had stayed in separate rooms last night. The girls had stayed in my room with me: Astrid, Brinsle, Murietta, Lucia, and Chloe. We’d played silly games and talked late into the night. It had been a perfect evening, with the exception of a few major cramps. It was probably just too much food I told myself. We had, after all, stuffed our faces all night long.The women were still fast asleep when I got out of the shower. I jumped onto the bed and said in a sing-song voice:“Get up! It’s coronation day!”They all groaned. Astrid rolled over sleepily, tossing her arm over her head. “Not yet,” she said.Brinsle sat up immediately, as did Chloe. I’d
Eden’s POVMy mind reeled. A hundred thoughts ripped through my head. My heart and my stomach hurt.There was a baby?A baby with that…witch?But how? Why? This didn’t make any sense. I looked to Brinsle. If anyone would know, besides Zane, it was her. The look on her face said it all – apologetic.There WAS a baby.“Just listen,” Zane said.“You didn’t tell me?” I asked, embarrassed and angry. “You and…her? She’s carrying your baby?”“Eden, please. Just…come with me. Let’s talk.”But I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to run. I wanted to jump back into the lake and swim away again, like I had all those months ago.Had he been unfaithful to me? With a witch?He rushed towards me then and reached for my hand. But I shrugged him off.“I don’t understand,” I said.“So let me explain,” he told me.“Eden?” It was Brinsle. She was suddenly beside me. I felt like the world was spinning. I felt like I was going to be sick. “Just…just hear him out. Okay. It’s not what you think. I promise.”Her e
Eden’s POV“Excuse me?” I asked.The woman stopped in front of us. I was furious. Who the hell did she think she was? This was a private affair! This was an intimate, royal burial for MY mother. What was she talking about?“I’m guessing my invitation got lost in the mail?” the woman asked sardonically. “Zane, Brighton, Alpha so and so, nice to see you all again. Although I wish it were on happier terms.”I let Zane tense beside me. How did she know Brighton? And Zane? And was that my grandfather she was referring to.“What are you doing here?” Zane said, his voice low.“What do you mean?” she asked. “Of course I’m here. You’re burying my sister.”“This is a wolf’s burial. On wolf territory. You’re not welcome here, Lucinda,” Zane hissed.Lucinda?I knew that name. She was the head of the coven, the Falcon Crest Coven. She was the woman who had kept Zane and all the others prisoners. The woman who had personally provided Skylar with the potion for his warriors.What WAS she doing here?