Everyone goes back in when they’re dirty and soiled enough, and soon it’s only me and my garden. I’d always wanted to grow a garden. I just didn’t have the chance to really do that in Ulric’s mansion, but now that I can, I want to do it here.I’m halfway through rearranging and reconstructing the mounds of soil my little gardeners did when I feel a presence at the entrance to the backyard.I dart my eyes over to see who it is, because it’s not Caelum, I'd have felt it if it was him, and I'm right.It isn’t him.It’s Sebastian instead.I really can’t help the memory flash that comes, and I let it because he’s essentially the first person I knew from this world.He was the bartender who saw me at my worst. Who saw me smiling through alcohol and pain, who saw me whistling along to the sound of my favorite band coming from the speakers in the bar, and who I blatantly told I wouldn't stop drinking, not even if he forced me.I haven’t gone near another bottle of alcohol since then, and that
Caelum’s pov.I watch the look on Sophia’s face.I watch how it morphs and changes from a look of blank neutrality, to one of light worry, and then back to her blank neutrality.The emotions her’s elicits in me are cool and calm for now, but I can feel the annoyance the worry she feels brings out in me. I can feel myself waiting for her to just show me an inkling of how much this hurts her, and give me the excuse to do what I've wanted to do for a while now.Murder my half-brother with my bare hands.“I can see Violet’s handiwork all over this.”Sophia’s response isn’t the one I’d been hoping for, and I chuckle internally at that while I feel a smile line my lips, because trust her to always surprise me. I ask more silently, like we’re the only people in the room,“Do you want to see what the public response is?”She saddles closer to me and nods, and suddenly I want to do nothing more than have her in my arms, her laps straddling me, my hands on her hips, and my mouth on hers, bringi
Sophia’s pov.For some reason, Caelum is concerned about the smear campaign going on about me online, and it takes me a moment to come to terms with it.Because it isn’t so bad to me. It’s Violet making her first move and that’s okay. She can’t hurt me directly anymore. The only thing she can do is hold onto Ulric and do his bidding, and I am way past the point where I consider that to be something valuable, or where I consider it to be something she’s taken from me.Right now, I feel nothing about it.I want to feel sorry for her, and I do, but not enough to care. She can fund a million more articles calling me every name imaginable, I wouldn't bat an eyelid to any of them.Yet Caelum though….“I’ll get it pulled down first.”His voice sounds calm and resigned as he begins, “Then block every other avenue they will have to put more out there.”That sounds like a simple statement. It sounds like an exceedingly simple statement, except I know how much it would take to get half the new
Kellen isn’t in the room anymore when I enter so I go out into the garden to look for him. I can already see the presence of him in my mind, can already feel the residue he left there, and once again I meet him lying on the bench and staring at the clouds overhead. It’s almost noon now so the sky is a patchwork of colors, a gentle artist’s creation as he drags his paintbrush across the canvas. I ask in a deadpan tone, “Am I to assume you left that nagging at the back of my mind so I could find you or were you waiting for someone already?” I ask because, from the look on his face, I get the feeling that he already knew I would be making my way down here. His response is sullen, “Who would the blind grown male possibly be waiting for?” Again, he sounds moody, and this time I do not let it bother me as much as it would have this afternoon because I have something bothering me too. Something he’s caused to bother me, and which he’s now responsible for explaining. “What did you mean b
Sophia’s pov. The reporter’s voice seems to ring in my head while I listen to the news and my heart quivers in my chest as the midday report begins. The intro sound dies down and the news caster’s voice projects out, “Good afternoon Werewolves and Lycans, This is KYC news channel and I'm Elena Konsis, bringing you the midday news, Thank you for tuning in. In recent events, famous Alpha werewolf and Billionaire Tycoon Alpha Ulric Highrise of the Spineridge pack was spotted earlier today, physically assaulting a reporter for following him and taking pictures of him and a female friend. The female reporter informed us that after suffering the hits from Alpha Ulric Highrise, she decided to leak the photos she took.” A picture comes up on the side of the screen and the reporter gestures, “In this picture, Alpha Ulric is seen leading a woman into a famous five-star hotel. Speculations are that this lady is another one of the Alpha’s lady friends. Mind you, Alpha Ulric is currently m
“What do you mean by divorce you?” Anger overtakes Ulric’s face and he glares at me, his eyes brimming with a low light as he scoffs and paces, running a hand through his hair. He releases his protest not a moment later. “This was just a mistake, Sophia! We can get over this, we don’t need a divorce. It would contradict your statement and everyone would think I'm a liar.” I shake my head and despite my better judgment, I choke out a bitter laugh. He still doesn’t get it. “We DO need a divorce. It’s obvious we do, and don’t worry, we can have the divorce done in private. No one has to know.” Ulric moves, the action swift and Alpha fast as he stops just an inch from me and roughly growls out, “I am not getting a divorce.” This is what breaks me. This is what makes me realize this isn’t going to be as simple as I thought. I stare my husband in the eyes and I swallow the bitterness in my throat away, my voice low and hoarse as I respond in an almost whisper. “I would have given
My feet are rooted to the floor and my eyes, on Violet’s smirking face. If there has ever been anything like sorrowful shock, this is it. I feel paralyzed right now. I have experienced Ulric’s girlfriends coming to me to ask for money as a form of settlement to keep their mouths shut. We always reach a bargain and after the deal is struck, I pay them and they go on their way, yet something tells me Violet doesn’t want money. She stands up, approaching me still smirking but I meet her halfway and in a burst of swift speed, I slap her. Tears sting the back of my eyes as the sound rings out and Violet gasps, her breath soft and unbelieving. When she looks up at me, there’s only one cold word on my lips, “Why?” Why would she do this to me? I… I took her as family. I took her as my own. We come from the same pack. It…. it doesn’t make sense. Violet glares at me as she straightens her posture, her hand falling from her cheek and her eyes burning with a deep-seated malice, her tone i
I settle into my seat and look around the bar. There’s a modest hat on my head because I’m not dumb. Things like this have become a necessary precaution whenever I go out in public because of the enemies I have made. I have done things for Ulric right under the public eye, things that would get me mobbed if my hat didn’t make me so ignorable and I was identified. I want to forget Ulric ever happened. I want to forget Violet ever happened. I want to forget that this is something that’s currently happening right now so I order some drinks. A soulful voice blasts from the speakers. The music soothes my nerves because I remember this voice, voices actually. They’re my favorite werewolf band, from when I was once a silly teenage girl. I can sense the auras of the different people scattered around the large bar. Otsana is on alert but she tells me we can be calm later because no one seems interested in us. I start with a bottle of vodka. The bartender stares at me a bit warily when