Zane’s POVI shifted back, grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around my waist. Then I bent over Callie. Parts of her body were still black, as though they’d been charred by fire. I didn’t know what to do. I scurried over to the cauldron, where Callie kept a bunch of herbs. I lifted them, smelling them. But it was futile. I was no witch. I had no idea what these herbs were for. I went back to her and held her hand. Her eyes were closed. “Callie?” I whispered. She was breathing. I could see her chest rise and fall. But her breath sounded raspy. Was she dying? I didn’t know. I felt so utterly useless. An idea hit me then. My saliva. I’d once healed Eden with it. It had healing properties. Maybe it would work for Callie. It was worth a try at least. Right?I picked up her arm. Her forearm was black all the way to her fingers. I lifted her hand to my mouth and gently started to lick. Bleh. Her skin tasted gross. This must have been what the essence of the spirit tasted like to Sla
Zane’s POVCallie crawled towards Slade, a crazed look in her eyes. Witches love werewolf meat, I remembered, with horror. Both Lucinda and Callie had told me that themselves. Callie had even confessed to being intoxicated by Slade’s scent when he was sleeping, deep inside me. But now Slade was here, right in front of her. If his scent when he was hidden drove her crazy, I could only imagine what his scent was doing now. Slade growled and struggled against the blue binding. But the spell was like ropes, wrapped around him. Callie smacked her lips. Could she help it? Was she in her right mind? Sometimes wolves are so overtaken with blood lust that they aren’t themselves. Was that happening to Callie right now? I didn’t know.I had to do something though. Callie was only inches away from Slade now. I tried to shift back. But the blue binding spell wouldn’t let him. Just like he hadn’t been able to shift when Lucinda had him bound deep within me. The spell not only prevented him fro
Zane’s POVSympathy. That was the look in Callie’s eyes. She looked at my disabled wolf, her eyes flooded with sympathy. It was a hard pill to swallow, admitting that Slade was disabled. I didn’t even know what that fully meant right now. Would he still be strong? Would he still be able to fight? Or would he have to hide away?And what did that mean for me, the Lycan King? What was I without my wolf? Sure, I’d kept Slade pushed down for most of my life. But that was because he’d been unhinged. A little on the crazy side. I couldn’t let him out because I didn’t know what he’d do. He could have gone on a killing rampage for all I knew. But at least he was still strong. I mean, I had known that, IF I needed him, I could let him out and he’d obliterate any one in his path. Now though? It didn’t seem fair. I’d only just subdued him. Well, Eden and Zara had. Slade still had a temper, sure. And he was still a little unhinged. But I could control him a lot better now. I could let him out
Eden’s POVI am back at Silvermist, walking through the rose garden. The sun is shining. Spring is thick in the air. Zane is walking beside me, my hand clasped in his. The birds are so noisy. We can barely talk over them. It is making us laugh. Yes. That’s where I am. With Zane. Happy. Safe. Back at Silvermist Pack. Laughing at birds in the spring. I am NOT on an island, handcuffed to a bed. There is NOT a man hovering over me, naked, moments away from raping me. You see, I had to detach myself from the situation. I couldn’t bear to be present for it. It didn’t seem fair. I’d fought through so much. Men in the forest who tried to kill me. Whorehouses and their owners. A warrior on a battlefield. An alpha in a bedroom to protect Zane. I was strong. I had overcome my fears and insecurities. I was no longer the weak, helpless girl that I’d been when Caleb threw me out of the pack. Except that, in that moment, I was. Demetrius had my hands cuffed. Zara was asleep. I would have fou
Eden’s POVI didn’t mean to bite it off. Honestly, I didn’t. I just meant to scare Demetrius. To make him stop. I wanted to hurt him, like he was hurting me. Like he’d hurt Murietta. But I guess I bit down a little too hard. Whoops?I smiled triumphantly as he ran out of the room, holding his bleeding penis in his hands. Zane was still with me. I begged him not to leave, but I didn’t think he could hear me. I showed him my belly, and I felt his cool touch on my stomach. Where was he, though?Why couldn’t I see him? Why couldn’t I talk to him? How had he managed to come to me, in my room like this. I had so much I wanted to say to him. We had left on such bad terms, all those weeks ago, when Chloe had barged into our mating ceremony. My day had gone from the happiest day of my life to one of the worst. Chloe was pregnant with his child. Zane had not been loyal to me. Chloe was always going to meddle in our affairs. I couldn’t keep fighting for Zane’s affection. And I couldn’t be
Eden’s POVI was stunned speechless. Murietta continued to dab my forehead lightly with the damp cloth while she bled from between her legs. She was as nonchalant as could be. I didn’t understand how. How could she act like this was no big deal?She’d just had surgery! Surgery that had sewn her private parts shut. She could never…she could never have sex again. It was such a violation. I could barely bring myself to think about it.“Oh now, don’t you worry,” she told me, sighing deeply. “It was a very good doctor. He assured me there would be no infection. And he gave me some nice medication so I didn’t feel a thing. It’s just a little sore now. But that will pass, too.”I reached up and grabbed her wrist. She stopped dabbing at my forehead and looked away.“This is a big deal. This is very abusive.” I needed her to see how absolutely wrong this was. “As soon as we escape, we’ll find another doctor. We’ll find a way to reverse this. I promise.”She smiled weakly at me and nodded. “IF
Eden’s POVDay 1:It wasn’t so bad, being locked up in my room. Maids still brought me food, although it was overcooked and gross. They brought me clean clothes, too, although they were silly and stupid. I ate the overcooked eggs and put on the garish romper covered in sequins.I had a lovely view, even if a large lock obstructed some of it. I would spend the morning looking out the window. Of course, there wasn’t a lot to see. The window was more like a silver since it was pretty much just a crack in the rock face. But I could still see a snippet of the ocean and some palm trees. I sprawled and let myself relax.No, this wouldn’t be so bad at all. Day 2:Eggs again, overcooked and rubbery. Eggs for breakfast and eggs for lunch. The maids giggled sarcastically while I ate them. Sure, they thought this was funny. Eden, locked up and forced to eat eggs all day. Well, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me suffer. I ate the eggs with a smile. And guess what? I found a book!
Eden’s POVI woke up bright and early that morning. It was gala day! I hopped out of bed and brushed my teeth. Then I went to the sliver of a window and sat to watch a slice of the sun rise.I saw the irony. I was excited for the gala, a gala where Demetrius would force Zara to come out so he could have sex with her in front of a bunch of unhinged, perverted, rich people. Yeah, it was messed up. But the gala was our chance of escape. Everyone would be flooding the island tonight, coming in planes and helicopters. No one would notice when our helicopter took off. It was the perfect diversion.And since the gala only happened once a year, it was the best chance we had for an entire year. If we didn’t get off the island tonight, I didn’t think we ever would. It was that simple. No one could find us. They’d tried and tried. Our plan HAD to work tonight.I’d made it through almost two weeks of pure hell. Being locked up in this room had been hard, really hard. I only had one book (which wa
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?