Ophelia “Shit.” I cursed and spun on my heel, eying the walls of the tent we stood within. Ryker and Jude mirrored my movements, both more on edge than ever. I’d have to find some way to slip past them. Fighting them would be hard, both magically and emotionally, but I couldn’t let them steal me away. This was for Coop, I reminded myself. To find a way to get the demon out of him. It was also about learning my father’s plans. As much as I wished I could say that were it, that wasn’t the truth anymore. Asmodeus’s vision changed everything. I could bring my mother back. I could have her and my father by my side. I could have a family. A family that loved me. A family that wanted me. I’d do anything to make that vision come true. “What is it?” Ryker pinned me with a single dissecting look. “Something’s happened. Is it Morningstar? Has he done something to you?” “What? No!” I scoffed, “We came here for a reason. I have a job to do, and standing here with you two is wasting precio
OpheliaJude’s smile was dark, cloaked in shadows. The light of the flames reflected off his straight white teeth. He reminded me of Asmodeus. Beautiful and haunting in a carnal sort of way.“Anything for you.”My wolf liked that. She liked it a lot.He and Ryker exchanged a look.The two brothers were opposites in many ways. Ryker had a kindness within him. A kindness I once had too before it was snuffed out. He wanted to be different from the man his father was. He wanted to be a just Alpha. One worthy of following.For a moment, I wasn’t sure he’d agree to help.“No one gets hurt,” he said firmly.I lifted my shoulder in a half-shrug, swallowing the truth. “If they move fast enough they won’t.”His gaze was all consuming. “I know you, Ophelia. No matter how much you’ve changed you wouldn’t hurt innocent people.”The bond throbbed in my chest, causing a red-hot pain to streak through me. It stoked my temper, causing me to grit my teeth.“I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”It wasn’t a
OpheliaAs the three of us approached the air seemed to shift.Smoke billowed up into the night sky, thick and cloying as I inhaled it into my lungs. In the distance were shouts and screams to call the fire department so that they might put out the flames.I wiped the sweat off my forehead and branched off from Ryker and Jude, who seemed torn between following me and keeping their distance from my father. In the end they chose to trail close behind, their guards up and firmly in place. Magic swirled in the air around us, creating a stillness that I could feel deep within my very bones.“What’s he doing here?” I asked, my voice echoing despite the crackle of burning wood in the background. “I thought we were meeting up with your old friend.”I made sure not to mention Haruto Nakamura by name in fear that my father would think I betrayed him.My eyes strayed to Nail Sharpe. He stood beside my father, looking wholly out of place in his striped Polo and khaki’s. Even his loafers were fres
RykerTwo days had passed since we cornered Ophelia at that small town carnival.We carted Haruto Nakamura’s corpse back to Lunar Isle in hopes that Sterling might be able to use his empty flesh suit to make contact with his spirit. I was becoming desperate to rid myself of Kimberly and spare Jude in the process.With each passing day my hatred for her—and myself—grew tenfold.What kind of Alpha was I to have let her manipulate me in such a way? My father would have ended her life the moment she served her purpose. I had never wanted to emulate him. Never wanted to become the horrible person he was, and yet I was beginning to see that being cruel and ruthless had its benefits.That changed when my precious mate killed a man in cold blood.She hid it so well, but I could see the torment in her eyes. I could tell that her actions were chipping away at her beautiful soul and before long would consume it entirely.We had only ourselves to blame.I had been selfish and foolish wanting to s
RykerI had no choice but to leave the book behind for now. My shirt as well considering it was now coated in that strange, greasy substance the tendrils of darkness left in their wake. I’d have to come back for it later and make sure the spell that Kimberly placed on Jude wasn’t just broken.I wanted it destroyed.Sterling hadn’t been too far off when he claimed the disturbance on the island was Death.I raced through the winding streets of downtown Lunar Isle, craning my head left and right. My heart hammered in my chest. People were running in all directions, most shifting into their wolf forms to take off into the surrounding forest. The voices of my people assaulted me, racing down the mind-link in a slurry of panic and terror.“Alpha, help us!”“The children! Get the children!”“What’s happening? I don’t understand!”“What are these things? Someone needs to alert the covens!”Sunlight streamed down, bringing humidity and heat that my wolf’s tongue lolling out. It was a beautiful
Ryker“He’s not working alone.” Nova added quietly, “Ophelia’s with him. Do you think…”“Spit it out.” Jude snarled, his gaze turning murderous. Blood coated him from head-to-toe as if he’d bathed in the shit. “Go on, Nova. Say it with your chest.”“Jude,” Sterling sighed.Nova’s brows creased. “Ophelia could’ve helped him do this. You said he got away with that trunk of his. Why would they go through all that trouble if it weren’t for something worthwhile? She could be behind this too. Like it or not, she’s made her choice again and again.”Vines crawled up from the cracks within the earth, slithering along the ground as they crept towards Nova. More than one began to sprout thorns which twisted and curled upwards, ready to draw blood.“So what are you proposing?” Jude said quietly. “Are you saying we should kill them both? Get rid of them and maybe all of this will end?”“Goddess no, Jude. I’m not saying we should kill Ophelia you fucking crazy—”Sterling nudged her, “Maybe we shoul
Ophelia I had a bad feeling about leaving my father behind to distract Ryker and Jude, but it was too late.The moment the rings magic recharged I stepped through a portal that, thanks to a quick tracking spell, took me to Southern Florida. That was where Hunter’s father, Alpha Neil, had last been spotted. Apparently he and a group of his men were stationed there for the time being while his ships surrounded Lunar Isle.How Ryker and Jude went this long without giving him the remains of his son was beyond me. Considering all that I’d done, and was about to do, I couldn’t very well judge.Rest in peace, dickhead.I followed the glowing golden threads of the tracking spell all the way to a private shipyard in Ft. Lauderdale.Yacht after yacht sat nestled against a wide dock that spanned several yards into the ocean. The waves were gentle as they lapped against the ships hulls, creating a quiet melody that reminded me of Lunar Isle.I caught myself taking a deep breath of the salty air a
OpheliaErnesto was like most werewolves, which meant he was built like a mountain and had muscles larger than my face. His tanned skin was slick with sweat, which made little sense considering it was nice and cool inside Alpha Neil’s office.That meant he was nervous about something. Why, though?I pointed to myself, a contrite smile spreading across my face. “Oh, you think I’m Aisha? Right, I almost forgot.”The magic holding my façade in place slipped. It cracked before Ernesto’s very eyes, peeling away like flecks of porcelain off an old doll.“Who…” He trailed off, eyes skating over my low-cut top, pleated skirt, and combat boots with knee-high socks.I snapped my fingers. “Up here, Ernesto. Goddess, you’re like fifty. Get a grip, old man. You seriously don’t remember me? I’m a little bit offended. Try and think hard. I was different back then. Sweeter. Kinder. More naïve.” A harsh edge entered my voice. “I was destined to be your Luna once, but like everything else that too was
OpheliaCome on, baby. You’re smarter than this.They were wrong, the two of them. They didn’t know the truth. All they knew was what we were shown the day we scried. I was sure I could’ve found a way to show them the truth myself, but was there a point? Did I really want them on my side?They weren’t on it before. Why would they be now?Just two days later I managed to evade Edward and shift into my wolf to run to the library. I needed to research what might’ve happened to my mother’s soul without him hovering over my shoulder. Surprisingly, Jude and Ryker had been busy the past couple of days. Neither one bothered to tell me what they were doing, but I didn’t care.A twinge started in my chest.Correction, the mate-bond cared.As soon as the library’s door closed behind me I shuffled behind the nearest stack and followed it deeper into the room. There were a few students seated at tables in front of the librarian’s desk. I’d have to avoid them. Word traveled fast when you were a par
OpheliaIt was tempting to change into something flat and lifeless. Some black scrap of fabric that would act as armor between me and the world. I was going to conjure something along those lines when I turned and caught a glimpse of the sunset through the window.The sun was hovering just a few inches above the ocean, painting the waves in such vibrant color that they looked like a sea of living flame. It was life and beauty, and I wanted to hold onto that even if it were for just a night.I conjured something simple. Something that wasn’t quite the old me, but also wasn’t quite the new me either.The sundress had thin straps that tied at the shoulders, along with a square neckline that showed off my chest and throat. The fabric was a rich green and soft to the touch, with a lace overlay embroidered with black roses. A slit ran up the side, exposing my bare foot and part of my calf.I held my breath as I emerged into the kitchen. There were warriors everywhere, lounging and grabbing
OpheliaThe ripples in the water fell flat and the herbs began to float to the surface. I stared at them, watching them swirl around and around, while my silencing spell slowly crumbled.Edward walked back in as the final shards of it disintegrated. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest. The picture of wealth and good genetics. His lips quirked up into a self-satisfied smirk as he caught me staring.I didn’t have it in me to tell him I wasn’t checking him out in that way.I tried to picture myself standing by Edward’s side—by any male’s side that wasn’t Ryker or Jude. It wasn’t just the bond that revolted at the thought, but my very soul. I wanted to tip my head back and laugh up at the heavens. I wanted to demand an audience with the goddess. With the damned deity who gave me three Alpha-hole mates.Even worse, I was fairly sure I’d never be able to feel anything for another man in my life. Wait … that might be a good thing.I was halfway through planning my lif
Ophelia“Are you sure about this, dad? They’re going to try and use the bond against me.” I winced and rubbed my chest. The phantom ache was right there, stronger than ever. If I listened hard enough, I could hear it urging me to them. “It’s not the most pleasant thing, but I can resist. I’ll do what needs to be done, I promise.”The words tasted like poison, sweet and deadly.Edwards shock turned to disbelief. He looked up at me again and shook his head, miming zipping his lips. I held up a hand and told him to wait. He thought my father would be angry with me, but he didn’t know my father the way I did.My father wasn’t like his.“I know you will, my girl.” Warmth filled his voice. “Accept the Romero brother’s terms. You’ll spend your days with Edward seeing to our plans, and your nights under their roof. There are ways to temporarily dull the effects of a mate-bond. The ingredients are hard to come by, but I’ll have a friend procure them and bring them to the island. It may take a
Ophelia“They won’t get away with this,” Edward snarled.Ever since the others left he’d been on edge. The vine situation didn’t help his mood, but I wasn’t sure that was what had him all worked up. One look at his pink cheeks and I could tell it definitely wounded his pride a little, but this was something else.Shaking his head, he flicked his sun-bleached hair out of his eyes. They were the color of the ocean, and that should have been enticing considering I loved the waves surrounding Lunar Isle, but I felt nothing when I looked into them.“Their family has done nothing but suppress the people since they stepped into power. There hasn’t been a good Alpha since Alpha Lorenzo. That’s Alpha Ryker’s grandfather if you weren’t already aware.” Pulling back his shoulders splayed each hand out on the counters surface and leaned forward so that our eyes were level. “You won’t be staying with them. I won’t let it happen, and more importantly, your father won’t let it happen.”Who was he to t
OpheliaThis was not going to go well.I looked around at the sea of familiar faces staring out at me. Ryker, Jude, Sterling, Nova, and Edward all scattered about, perched in seats around a rattan dining table.“You didn’t tell me we were getting the Brady bunch back together.”“You are still a part of this coven, Ophelia. As a coven we make decisions together. It’s important we stick to that now that we have a new member.” Ryker replied from his place at the head of the table. His hands sat clasped in front of him. A strip of tanned skin peaked out from his shirt where the fabric was unbuttoned. I caught a glimpse of hard muscle as he leaned forward in his seat.He continued speaking, but my mind was lost. Snagged on something he had previously said.… now that we have a new member …Astrid was a part of our coven now. I knew this would happen when I made the decision to put Kimberly in that room, but for some reason it hadn’t hit me as real until now.Goddess, did she know?The shar
OpheliaSomething very strange was going on here.Edwards kindness stretched far beyond wanting me to know the layout of the top floor. Far beyond the odd lingering glances and the pathetic attempts at joking, and far beyond merely wanting to ensure my safety by suggesting I pick the bedroom directly next door to his.Not happening, buddy.Maybe if I were that girl—the one I was before—I would have fallen for it, but I wasn’t and so I recognized the signs immediately. There was no mistaking that pit in the center of my gut, the one that filled with dread and paranoia the longer I thought about his odd behavior.Edward Van Houten was flirting with me.No, I didn’t have much experience with men. Most of said experience was with Ryker and Jude, anyway. That didn’t mean I couldn’t tell when a male was interested in me.After choosing a room far away from his I locked myself away within it. I didn’t spare a glance at the four-postered bed or the wall of glass to my left, one that gave a pe
OpheliaWe ran into a familiar face just outside of La Stella.“Ophelia?”Nova stood a few feet away from the back-alley door leading into the club. She wasn’t wearing her usual lacey, coquette clothing. The babydoll dresses, Mary Jane shoes, and frilly socks were her staple. Her outfits were what drew my attention when we first met. This time there were no bows in her hair or eyeshadow on her lids. It was exhaustion she wore.Her eyes darted around before settling on us. Something had her on edge. Nova wasn’t usually this flighty.“Nova.”I meant for her name to come out as nothing more than a passing greeting, a wall thrown up between two people who had once been friends, but instead it came out like a projectile. The stupid drink that heightened my emotions was still screwing with me.Stupid, it had been so very stupid taking a sip of that drink without confirming it had been the right one. I’d been distracted from the girls slamming into me, but that was no excuse. I had only mysel
RykerI had never paid much attention to what women wore. To get my attention they typically dressed themselves in the finest clothing they had. Jewelry, heels, gowns, the works. They thought it impressed me. It should have.I liked Ophelia most when she wore those small jean shorts that hugged her bottom while she ran across the beach. The little lace tank top she paired with it barely concealed her perky breasts. It wasn’t at all modest, but she was oblivious to that fact. Tomorrow she’d quietly whine and pout, muttering about the horrible sunburn she had. A sunburn that traveled down her chest to the soft swells I wanted to taste.Ophelia was the warmth of Lunar Isle. She was the brightest of colors and softest of sounds.The memory left as quickly as it had come.We talked as we danced. She had her back flush against my chest, her chin tipped to the side as she spoke. Back and forth we went. She was intoxicated from something and would need to be watched. As for me, I was drunk on