OpheliaAlpha Ryker pinched the bridge of his nose. The look he tossed Jude’s way was nothing short of furious. Instead of scolding the guy or telling him to knock off whatever it was he was doing, he turned to Nova and snarled, “Explain things to her, will you? I do not have the patience for this.”Clearly, Jude had some sort of death wish because he threw his head back and laughed. Well, it was his version of a laugh. All ice and razor-sharp steel.“What exactly do you have the patience for?” He asked, folding his tatted arms over his chest.Nova, the only one who wasn’t sneering down at me or looking at me as though I were an unwanted piece of trash washed up on a pristine shore, lowered herself onto the bench at my side.Her pale-blonde hair floated around her shoulders, rustled by a gentle breeze.“We’re not a cult,” She said gently, as though she were talking to a wild animal. “We’re a coven. A coven of witches. You do know what witches are, don’t you?”I nodded slowly. Of cours
OpheliaRecognizing Kimberly’s voice, I shuffled closer to the door. Careful not to nudge it open, I flattened myself against the wall and listened.“She’s a backstabbing, conniving bitch. She’ll tear us apart and play with the scraps.” Kimberly sucked in a sharp breath as though she were on the verge of crying. “You have no idea what she’s done. She’s the reason I moved back here last year.”I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. She was lying, blatantly lying to Alpha Ryker’s face. Kimberly had moved back to Lunar Isle after receiving a scholarship to their university. Her decision had nothing to do with me. Not a damned thing.“Tell me what happened, mí amor.” [my love]Ryker’s voice was neither angry nor patient. It was flat, brimming with silent command that had my stomach twisting into knots.“She—She,” Kimberly took a steadying breath, “She ruined my marriage to Alpha Hunter. My mother set it up when I was sixteen, and the moment Ophelia found out about it she made it her l
OpheliaI’d been standing under the spray of the shower, drowning in the thick steam, for nearly half an hour when my phone buzzed from where it sat on the sink’s ledge.For a moment, my heart seized in my chest.The last thing I wanted was to speak to Alpha Hunter when everything was so fresh and raw. I’d have to tell him what I’d learned, and I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to speak the words aloud.‘My sister should’ve aborted you.’No, I wouldn’t think about it. Not right now.Perhaps not ever.Uncaring that I was sopping wet, I tore back the flimsy curtain and plucked my phone up, swiping at the screen with slippery fingers until it unlocked with a quiet click. Relief cascaded down my spine as I zeroed in on Lucille’s name at the top of the text thread.Wow. What had my life become that I was happy to hear from Lucille?Lucille: You’re expected at the lounge in one hour. Keys are on the hook by the door. Do not be late. I want the place ready to open by Wednesday.Well, that w
Ophelia“It’s not like I wanted to hear your super-secret conversation. I was coming downstairs for something to eat. Maybe next time you want to talk about me, try doing it somewhere other than the kitchen.”Ryker flicked an imaginary fleck of lint from his suit and said calmly, “If Lucille harms Kimberly in any way I will hold you personally responsible.”I couldn’t help but laugh. It burst from my chest without warning, dry as the tepid air whooshing down the length of Lunar Isle’s beach. My lips peeled back in a grin that had my bruised jaw throbbing.“Harm her? Lucille would never lay a finger on her darling Kimberly; I can promise you that.”His eyes, emotionless as ever, flicked down my face. Whether or not he noticed the bruise on my jaw, I wasn’t sure.“Out of the kindness of my own heart I gave you the night to process things. As it stands, you’ll start your training immediately. Nova will oversee it herself. This weekend we’ll preform the ritual swearing you into the coven
RykerI arrived at the Hawkin’s house around mid-morning.As I entered the foyer, I wasn’t greeted by the sound of my girlfriend’s preening, as Jude called it, rather the muffled blow of shouting. It was so loud, so very shrill, that it permeated the walls and filled the entirety of the villa.For good reason, the servants had scattered.As did most living things when Kimberly’s voice began to rise in both pitch and volume.Pushing my frustration down beneath a layer of cold calm, I began to pace. My mind wandered to Kimberly’s sister—ah, not sister—cousin, I meant. The girl, who was only a few years younger than myself, would soon be a part of the coven.And I, as always, would have to manage the inevitable chaos that would ensue.It helped not that Kimberly loathed the very breath that left her cousin’s lungs, nor the fact that Sterling found her intriguing. What made the matter that much worse was Jude’s involvement.By fleeing from his hold last night at the beach, the girl had al
RykerAs valiantly as she tried to cover it up, I noticed. Just as I noticed a slight bruise blossoming along her jaw. I shoved my curiosity down, blanketing it in a layer of cold.“Out of the kindness of my own heart I gave you the night to process things. As it stands, you’ll start your training immediately. Nova will oversee it herself. This weekend we’ll perform the ritual swearing you into the coven as an official member. Make no mistake, you are not one of us. We do not trust you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re an outsider.”An emerald fire seemed to flare to life within her eyes. For a moment—a very brief moment—I wondered if she’d use her magic against me.“What makes you think I want to be a part of your coven?” She snapped; her voice still soft despite the rage seeping through the cracks. “I don’t know why I have to repeat myself, but I don’t have magic. I don’t care what your spell says. I’d know if I did. Do yourself and the rest of your coven a favor and go find somebody
OpheliaAlpha Hunter’s call effectively threw me off for the remainder of the day.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my hands to stop shaking. I spilled freshly polished silverware, dropped glasses, and knocked over flower arraignments. Cleaning up the messes I made wasted even more time, yet I couldn’t force myself to calm down.Eventually I succumbed to the temptation and went out back to where the dumpsters resided in a fenced off area. Hidden between the two metal monstrosities, I struck a match and took a deep drag of the shriveled joint I’d been carrying around.On the first inhale, shame hit me upside the head.This wasn’t who I was, who I wanted to be. Like a piece of fruit dropped one too many times, my flesh was bruising and rotting from within.On the second inhale, I felt nothing at all.After carefully snuffing the embers out on the ground, I stuck the joint back in my pocket. It was now half the length of my pinky. A few more puffs and I’d have to throw it away.
OpheliaI’d managed to make it to the front door without stumbling or tipping sideways when the sudden roar of a motorcycle sounded somewhere close by. Within a blink, it crested the small hill leading into the neighborhood.Had I been sober, I might’ve jumped when a sleek, black bike sped up the driveway, skidding to a stop mere inches from where I stood.The person riding it was tall, with a lean body compacted with muscle. Even with the black helmet and tinted visor, my heart knew who sat atop the bike.Unable to stop myself, I drank him in. The combat boots on his feet were worn, as were the torn jeans that hugged his thick thighs. They led up to a studded leather jacket fitted over a white cotton—Well, it should’ve been white, but it was stained red. Some of the color had dried, fading into a deep maroon. My stomach twisted uncomfortably.It was blood on his shirt. Blood clinging to the dark tattoo that wrapped around his throat.Nova paused and gave the driver a bland look, “Ni
OpheliaRyker blinked once, then threw his head back and roared with such veracious laughter that the entire pizza shop went silent. He cleared his throat, his eyes darting around. I watched in awe as the Alpha of the island blushed.I pointed at him, the smile on my face for once genuine. “That’s exactly what you get for laughing at me.”“Tell me what happened next,” He said, his eyes sparkling. “What did your teachers do? What about the other students?”“They were all horrified, obviously! It was dead silent too, and when I made it to the door I tried to pull myself up, but my damn foot was still asleep.” Laughter was bubbling out of me now too, trickling like a leaky faucet. “I had to nudge the door open and crawl out into the hallway. Goddess, it was mortifying.”“That is pretty bad, but it’s got nothing on my story.” Ryker said with such assurance that my laughter faded, and I instead raised my brows at him.“Really? Pray tell, Alpha. You don’t seem like the type to embarrass.”H
Ophelia“You’ve been suspiciously absent from our family dinners,” I pointed out, chomping into a bite of pizza for emphasis. My eyes rolled back, and I practically moaned. Pizza should not be that good.A smug smile flashed across his face, and I decided it looked absurdly good on him.“I’ve been busy.”Busy was an understatement. He missed the last four, which was unusual. I had only started attending them to keep Jude from playing his twisted pranks. He thought it was hilarious when he moved every single piece of furniture from the dining room to my bedroom.Truthfully, I wasn’t all that angry about it anymore.Eating dinner with Jude wasn’t the worst thing in the world. We talked about everything but the glaring issues between us, which is exactly how I wanted it. I never would have thought, but Jude enjoyed all things art. We spent one evening going over every book we’d ever read. My list was limited since I hadn’t read for enjoyment since we moved from Alpha Hunter’s pack, but J
OpheliaMy head throbbed and my mouth tasted faintly of alcohol as I stumbled out of bed that morning. The room spun slightly as I made my way to the bathroom, my bladder screaming with each wobbly step. I gripped the doorframe for support and physically recoiled when I flicked on the lights.Magic surged out of me like a whip and the bulbs lining the mirror exploded, sending sparks raining down. I let out an inhuman groan and flicked my hand at the mess, sending the glass skittering into a neat pile. My head throbbed again.Cold water trickled down my face as I hunched over the sink. Little pinpricks of cold radiated across the apples of my cheeks. They were almost as red as my blood-shot eyes. Staring at my reflection, a sudden clarity pierced through the fog of my killer hangover.I couldn’t keep going on like this, relying on alcohol to chase the nightmares away. Quite frankly, I hated the stuff. Why did it have to taste so awful? No, I couldn’t do this anymore. I needed that poti
NovaAfter using the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen, catching myself on the walls as the house tilted left and right. Smacking my dry lips, I winced. I needed something to drink that wasn’t straight liquor.So, I made myself a martini, extra dirty.I was putting the vodka and vermouth back when the temperature in the room began to rise. Warmth like molten honey began to drip down my spine in a rhythm my body had memorized. Panic seized me and my throat closed, causing me to choke. As I coughed into my fist, my eyes watering, I could feel that warmth grow and spread.That was how the ghost—or whatever the fuck it was—made itself known. I didn’t know how long it had been here. It only started acting up recently. I immediately went to Sterling since he was practically an expert on the dead, but even he couldn’t help.“I can’t get a read on it. Whatever kind of spirit it is, it’s hiding from me. Are you sure you tried all of the banishments in the spellbook? And none of them worke
NovaI was no stranger to guilt.I had seen it appear like a shadow on the wall the day we found out our mother died. Since then I could feel it looming over my shoulder those moments where I failed to protect Coop—failed to help guide and raise him the way I promised her.There were bad moments, like seeing my brother strapped to a bed at the same asylum Alpha Ryker’s father stayed at, where it felt like the shadow wasn’t just leaning over my shoulder, but whispering in my ear.Five more hairs, only five. I reached up and tugged them at the root, chewing on my lower lip as I felt each one pop free. They lay in my hand like strands of pale ribbon.Mom always loved my hair.Things hadn’t always been this way, but I no longer could remember a time where the guilt didn’t gnaw at me. Over the years it had grown into a bigger beast than even my wolf could tame.“You do know that we’ll have to find some way to disguise me, right?” Ophelia said as I walked back into the room. Another wave of
OpheliaAfter that night at Edwards I realized that alcohol helped chase the nightmares away. It wasn’t sustainable, and I knew that, but it at least bought me a few nights’ sleep while I tried to figure something else out.Sneaking out to the library again was becoming an impossibility, so I had no way to look for my own alternative. I had no clue how Ryker managed to run an entire island, when I could barely manage a hundred. There was always someone who needed something from me, and even with Aisha’s help I felt like a child playing at being an adult.I quickly became tempted to accept the potion Jude offered instead, which he left outside of my door every single night, but why should I?He agreed to give me that potion, not some replacement. He could deny it and twist my words however he wanted, but I wasn’t going to give in. He couldn’t walk all over me just because we shared some bond.When Nova’s ‘friend date’ rolled around later that week I was almost relieved. That was until
OpheliaI was never going to forgive that asshole.Dashing through the forest, the earth steady beneath my paws, the warm wind rustling through my fur, was the only thing that kept me sane. I focused on my muscles coiling, on the tension that came when I launched off the ground, forcing myself into a sprint.It was better than thinking. Anything was better than thinking.The forest gave way to soft dunes as I neared the coastline. My paws sank into the sand, slowing my pace. I walked, my chest still heaving from exertion. Part of me wanted to keep running, to lose myself in the thrill, but exhaustion was creeping in, and I knew Ryker and Jude would only come and hunt me down. This way I could say I was with Edward, and they’d back the hell off for a little while.Edward’s beach house sat in the distance. The lights on the first floor were on. They cast an amber glow onto the surrounding foliage that felt welcoming. From where I was standing, I could see the winding pathways that circl
JudeOphelia was furious.Considering I was the one who made her feel that way, and she was my reason for existing, I should have felt guilty, right?Really, I blamed her father. He was the one that introduced her to that potion instead of getting her the help she needed. I wasn’t exactly the biggest spokesperson for mental health, but I made a promise the night I lost Ophelia and that was to never ignore the signs. Our girl was struggling, and if we could see it then surely her own flesh and blood could.I read Morningstar’s body language the few times we saw him and either he was a damned good actor—as good as myself—or he genuinely felt something for Ophelia. That didn’t fool me though. I also knew that love was both a tool and a weapon, and it didn’t discriminate against who it harmed.He might care for her in his own fucked up way, but he had no issues with using her either.My dove never failed to surprise me. She glared down at the potion in her hand, her lip curled in a silent
OpheliaAfter one last game we returned to our table for another round of drinks and for some crappy bar food.“Cheese fries.” I moaned, not caring that the waitress had given Jude the food whilst completely ignoring me. My stomach let out a snarl, the vicious kind that came when you had a few too many drinks. “At least there’s one good thing left in this world.”Jude took a drink of his whiskey. “Is that what you think? That there’s nothing good left in the world.”I licked some cheese off the tip of my thumb. “It’s what I know.”“If you’re here that means there’s good left in the world. That’s what I know.” He said, simply put. This wasn’t him trying to be charming, it was just Jude.The laugh I let out was one I didn’t recognize. “I’m not good anymore.”“That’s a load of shit. Since when?”“Doesn’t matter.”“No, you said it, now follow through. You’re not good anymore, fine. When did it happen? What made you go full dark side? I’m going to assume it wasn’t Ryker and I, because you