Eden’s POV“I liked it there.” Adrian shrugged.We were speechless for a moment.“What do you mean ‘you liked it there?” Storm asked, incredulous.“It’s exactly as Murietta described. It was…I’d never seen that sort of wealth before. The place was dripping with money. Lobster and caviar for dinner? Sure! Why not! Designer swim shorts, shoes, sunglasses. Name brand drinks all day. Private tours in helicopters. A trip to the Mediterranean in a super yacht. Anything you wanted, you just had to ask and they’d give it to you. It was..it was amazing.”His voice trailed off.I couldn’t believe this! “Amazing,” I repeated, unable to hide the shock in my voice. “Adrian, you were a hooker! You were a bloody hooker!”“We prefer the term high class escort,” Murietta interrupted.“Same thing,” I rolled my eyes.“But it’s not,” Adrian shook his head. “I was treated like a God.”“He was,” Murietta confirmed.“I could have anything I wanted.”“FOR. SEX!” I said loudly. How could he not see this? He w
Eden’s POVThe wind was blowing hard as we watched the helicopter descend. Caleb and Storm had been sent to their bedrooms for the time being. They would meet Lucia ‘later’, at an undetermined time, since Lucia ‘fucking hates men’, according to Murietta.Her dad, Demetrius was there, though. As well as an entourage of maids.Murietta squealed as the helicopter touched ground on the beach. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it.“She’s been gone for almost six months,” Murietta told me. “I wonder if she’s changed.”“Of course she has,” Demetrius snapped. “She’s been in ITALY.”I didn’t know what that meant, but apparently it meant something because Murietta instantly agreedTwo of the maids giggled. I shot them an angry look. They were laughing at my shoes. I was wearing the ugliest sandals known to man – canvas and covered in broken sea shells. They looked like a child’s art project gone wrong.I longed for my own clothes.“Lucia is wonderful. You’ll be the best of friends,” Murietta sai
Eden’s POVIt only took me about an hour to decide…Yes. I really did like Lucia.She told me all about Italy as she unpacked her things. She took out each piece of clothing one at a time and offered it to me. Some pieces she decided for me. Wrong color, wrong cut, wrong fabric. The others, she tossed my way.I was very grateful to have some decent clothes and I told her so.She chuckled. She knew a lot about clothes and loved, loved, loved fashion. It was one of the reasons she went to Italy every year.She talked briefly about her parents. “They weren’t always like this,” she confessed. “My dad used to be a real hard ass. But he wasn’t crazy. He ran the mafia, for crying out loud. And my mom? She was elegant. Sophisticated. Revered.”The image of Adrian sucking on Murietta’s breast flashed through my mind. It was hard to imagine the woman Lucia was describing.Maybe they’d been normal once. Or MORE normal. But the only Demetrius and Murietta I knew were a few cookies short of a bak
Eden’s POVI didn’t have the courage to confront Storm. I had grown to love him like a brother and there was too much happening. After learning that Adrian was a sex addict, and that he’d LIKED being a whore, well….Storm and Murietta were almost more than I could handle. As soon as I’d heard Storm’s name, I ran to my room. I’d thrown on my bathing suit and tried to force it out of my head.But I thought about it a lot over the next few days.Why would Storm do that? With Murietta? Sure, he’d been trying to stop her, from the sounds of it. But I couldn’t know for sure if he actually HAD stopped her.Storm asked me to go and carry black rocks a few times with him. For the rescue. But I avoided him. I didn’t want him to know I was avoiding him. Because then he might get suspicious. And the last thing I wanted was for him to know that I knew he was banging Murietta.So I just kept my distance and spent most of my time with Lucia swimming in the lagoon.Lucia loved the lagoon. She said sh
Eden’s POVI was nervous. Zara was excited. She paced around, eager to be let out for the first time. We were standing at the tree line, with the ocean to our left. The plan was to shift and then let our wolves run through the palm trees and along the beach. They could even go for a quick swim if they wanted. “This won’t affect the baby, though, right?” I asked.Lucia chuckled. “Of course not. Do you think you’re the first werewolf to ever shift while pregnant?”I chuckled, too.We decided to take off our clothes so we didn’t wreck them. We were naked, wrapped in a towel. I felt a little shy being naked on the beach, but I knew shifting would ruin our clothes. I’d seen it happen a hundred times.“Okay, I’m ready. What do I do?” I asked.“Just do whatever feels natural,” she said. “It’s different for everyone. It’s instinctual, though. So just follow your instincts.”I nodded. Then I took a deep breath and called Zara.I closed my eyes. A warmth rushed through me, not hot, just warm,
Eden’s POVZara howled as the black wolf’s teeth bit through her flesh. She whipped her head, tossing the black wolf off her. Then she retreated backwards. Blood dripped down her neck, staining her beautiful white fur.Her pain was mine, and I felt the awful sting of the bite. Almost instantly, though, the pain dissipated and the wound began to heal. I knew that Zara was powerful and that, as a white wolf, she had extraordinary healing abilities. But I was shocked at how fast her wound closed. The black wolf lunged again, letting out a vicious growl. I didn’t understand. Neither did Zara. Why had the black wolf done that? Lucia was my friend. Wasn’t she? Why would her wolf bite mine?Zara was even more confused. It was her first time being let out, and this black wolf was the first one she’d ever seen. She wanted to play with the wolf, to roll around in the sand. Zara’s urge to run prickled through her. She wanted to stretch her legs. There was a primal urge in our wolves – a need t
Eden’s POVLucia’s wolf knelt down onto its front paws. Zara turned to see the other black wolf that had just emerged from the tree line.“Mate?” Zara and I said in unison.What was Lucia’s wolf talking about? And who was this other wolf?Zara and I stood back and watched.Lucia’s wolf still had her head bent low. Her fur was dripping wet. The black wolf in the forest emerged slowly, cautiously, its eyes locked on Lucia’s wolf.Lucia’s wolf didn’t move. She only followed the other wolf with her eyes.I stared at the wolf from the forest through Zara’s eyes. I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of familiarity. Zara didn’t sense it though. However, when she sniffed the air, she cocked her head to the side.“I know this scent,” she said, confused.But how?I looked again. I didn’t recognize this wolf, although something told me that I should.“Mate,” Lucia’s wolf said again, with a low voice. I could see the look in her eyes. Whoever this wolf was, it was her mate all right.My mind re
Zane’s POV“NO!”I ran as fast as I could, with everything I had. My eyes stayed focused on the edge of the cliff. I had to get to the edge of the cliff before she got to me.Lucinda.The evil witch who had found me in Ciderhill. The devious woman who had tricked me, not once, but twice.The dirt kicked up under my feet as I ran. For a brief moment, she was shocked. She never, in a million years, thought I would do this – would jump off a cliff to my death. That brief moment was all I needed.I prayed it was enough time as I sprinted forward.I didn’t know how far down it was. Low clouds swirled around the edge. The wind still howled, even though the rain had lightened.It was a LONG way down. I knew that much. It would hurt. I also knew that. I was grateful that Slade was bound by a blue spell, so he couldn’t force himself to the surface and try to save me. I didn’t want to be saved.I wanted to die.It didn’t matter how much it hurt, tumbling down the cliff. I could break every bone
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?