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
OpheliaAlpha Neil threw back his head and let loose a laugh that rippled across the crowd. Many of the warriors joined in, their eyes flickering with equal parts humor and malice. The way they roamed over me, lingering on the places where my skin showed, was nothing short of telling.They saw me as a weak, pathetic woman who had yet to learn her place.Many in the crowd—those who had lived under Alpha Neil’s thumb for generations—didn’t so much as chuckle. It was the women who looked on in silence, their expressions carefully guarded.The rest watched on in shock at seeing a small, seemingly defenseless girl challenge their Alpha.“I’ll do no such thing,” Neil smirked. “I’d much rather take you into custody where you’ll be of use to me. I’m sure your second chance mates will be happy to know you’re safe and sound.”The wind kicks up, stirring around Alpha Neil and shooting across the crowd where it ruffles my clothes and causes my hair to fan out around my shoulders.I press my tongu
OpheliaThrough blood, sweat, and tears I was now the Luna of an entire pack.I relished the irony that it was the very pack I’d been destined to rule over and would have had Alpha Hunter not rejected me.It brought a smile to my face imagining his ghost rolling in it’s grave, frothing at the mouth at the realization that both he and his scumbag of a father had lost everything.“She’s a cheat!” One of the warriors shouted shortly after the crowd had climbed to their feet. The cry came from a muscled warrior whose baby face told me he hadn’t seen many battles if any. “She used that knife to kill our Alpha!”I cracked my neck, wincing at the little jolts of pain that shot down my spine. Spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground where Neil’s body lay, I smiled at the warrior.“Your Alpha,” I cooed. “Who had his son publicly reject me because I refused to bow and submit? Your Alpha who then had said son place a dark bond mark on me, replacing my will with his own. They made me a slave.
OpheliaI kept my mind blank and expression neutral as I walked up the steps leading into the safe house.Had I not taken another dosage of my daily potion I would have been drowning in a sea of volatile emotions. All of which stemmed from the fact that somehow my father had torn open a portal on Lunar Isle.That wasn’t at all what I had in mind when I said I needed a distraction.I pinched my lips together and took a moment to compose myself before opening the front door. Surely he knew that wasn’t what I had wanted. As angry as I was with Jude and Ryker I never wanted innocent people to suffer.Not having access to my emotions didn’t make me crave bloodshed. Sometimes, in situations such as Ren Nakamura or Ernesto, it was necessary, but not in this case.“Ophelia, right on schedule.” My father said by way of greeting as I slipped through the dining room. He stood in the small kitchen, leaning against the counter. Sitting on top was a cutting board. A butchers knife stuck out of it,
OpheliaI shook my head as if that would untangle the clusterfuck of information currently rattling around in my skull.“Opening a portal into the heart of the demon realm wouldn’t just let a few measly demons through. It would let them all through. It…It would be chaos. Bloodshed. The end of—of everything.”“No, that’s where you’re wrong.” He insisted. “Our ability will allow us to control the demons. They’ll act how we want them to act. Think how we want them to think.”“But I can’t control demons!” My voice had a shrillness to it that made me wince. My father pulled back, a small but knowing smile on his face that gave me pause. “You think I can control them.”“Yes, I do.”His answer was a punch to the gut for reasons he wouldn’t understand. If I could control the demons—if I possessed that ability from the very beginning—then it truly was my fault that Denver, Arielle, and Sara had died. It was my fault Coop was now possessed.I could have saved them all had I known.My magic reac
OpheliaMy mate was getting married.Even worse, he was getting married to my sister.My wolf’s anger bled into my veins until I could feel it thickening my blood, pumping hatred into my heart until it’s acidic taste danced along the back of my tongue.“Be calm,” I told her. “We need a level head if our plan is going to work.”Discreetly and with great care I had the warriors from my pack slowly remove themselves from Lunar Isle. With news of Ryker’s wedding rippling across the island, it was all too easy for them to slip away unnoticed.All except for Aisha, who stubbornly insisted she remain by my side.“With all due respect, Luna, I am your Beta. It’s quite literally my job to stand by you.” The female said, her chin lifted with pride. “I ask for the sake of my honor that you allow me to remain here.”Her long hair was slicked into a high pony, which was currently draped over her shoulder. She wore a black tank-top that showed off her chiseled arms, and a pair of leather pants fitte
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