OpheliaJude kicked open the front door and sauntered inside. My mouth dried up as I spotted the rows of prison cells on the first floor. They were made of silver and had several symbols painting the outside. I knew from my week in the library that they were binding symbols, meant to suppress a witches power.He bypassed them all, veering towards a curved staircase at the very back of the warehouse.I lifted my head and locked eyes with Ryker. He was several feet behind us, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting slacks. They hung low on his hips, showing off the deep v carved into his muscle.His lips were pressed into a harsh line, and I knew in my gut that whatever Jude had planned for me, Ryker would show me no mercy.Jude kicked the door at the top of the steps open and carried me into a large studio apartment. The entire back wall was nothing but windows, covered in thick black curtains that blocked out most of the light. A gothic-looking bed with black silk blankets sat off to the
Ophelia“Please,” I begged. “Fuck me, Jude. I need it.”Ryker groaned quietly, his cock now freed from his slacks and fisted in his large hand.My words seemed to shatter something within Jude, some last shred of worry that I might not want this. He surged forward, his cock slipping into my pussy. The burn was immediate, radiating down my legs and up my pelvis, causing me to cry out. Jude fell forward, his breath fanning across my shoulder blades.“Shhh, baby.” He cooed, his cock throbbing inside of me. “It’s alright. It won’t hurt for long.”As he began to thrust, dragging his length almost all the way out only to slam it back in, the red-hot pain was quickly overshadowed by the guttural sounds he was making.I might have been drowning, obliterated by the feel of his balls slapping my clit and his cock stretching me wide open, but so was he.Before long, I was begging him for more. Harder. Faster. Anything that would prolong the concoction of pain and pleasure he’d created.He clawed
OpheliaWith trembling hands, I squeezed my eyes shut and hit the call button. It rang twice before Alpha Hunter answered. A cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I picked up on his heavy breathing.“Meet me outside of the Moonlight Lounge.” His command was crisp, short, and so potent that an instant fire erupted in my veins, causing me to gasp and drop the phone.I curled in on myself, squeezing my wrist to try and staunch the pain, but nothing worked. Nothing made it any less agonizing. Only by putting my shoes on and leaving the house did it finally quiet to a persistent throb.Alpha Hunter was waiting for me in a blacked-out SUV, the same one I’d first stepped into those months ago. He was silent as we drove to the hotel he was staying at. I held my breath the entire ride, my eyes locked on his white-knuckled fists, which were perched on his thighs.I could feel the lid of my coffin closing as I stepped inside his hotel room and watched as he flicked the lock shut.Withi
Ophelia* Trigger Warning - Traumatic content below *Alpha Hunter’s voice reached my ears, making me want to curl in on myself. He draped his arm over my shoulder and yanked me into his side.Nova stopped at the end of the hall. Her eyes swept over the two of us and she grimaced. Without another glance she turned away. At that same moment Ryker and Jude entered through a side door catching her attention.Both of my second-chance mates paused, their gazes turning murderous as they spotted Alpha Hunter with his arm draped over my shoulder. It was the exact scenario that had led to Jude taking my virginity, and yet I had the sinking feeling that this time the outcome would be much different.“So glad you could join us boys. Come over here and let’s talk. I wasn’t exactly truthful about things before, but I’ve thought a lot this past week and I think I’m ready to fess up.”Alpha Hunter’s grin chilled me to my bones and left me desperate to put some distance between us. As Ryker and Jude
RykerI didn’t think or breathe, I just moved.Alpha Hunter, the piece of shit that had played a hand in destroying both mine and my brother’s heart shifted. Screams rang out as the giant sand-colored wolf barreled down the hall, charging at the doors that led out into the courtyard.Magic swirled around me, charged with my anger and hurt. I raised my hand and willed the doors to remain shut. Alpha Hunter slammed into the wall that was my magic and…and shattered it?How?Jude took off with a roar, tearing through his clothes as he shifted into his wolf. With each step moss began to grow along the floors, followed by threads of poison ivy that snaked around the students ankles.Kimberly reached out to grab me, but I tore myself away. Succumbing to the hollow feeling in my chest I shifted and charged after them.This time around, I wouldn’t stop my brother as he tore the foolish Alpha apart.Scalding heat burned the backs of my eyes as I raced into the forest, trailing after their scent
RykerA tracking spell led us to a yacht owned by Jameson’s family. It was kept at a private dock nearby. We traveled fast in our wolf forms, spurred on by rage and the lingering terror at having lost Ophelia.Never again. Never again would anything like this happen.It was now clear to me that Alpha Hunter had magic of his own. The way he had torn through the doors despite me holding them shut was proof enough. However, his magic was unrefined and clumsy. He clearly hadn’t the time nor dedication to honing his craft.That made it much too easy to ambush him.Jude erupted from the ground in a spray of sand and dirt, knocking Alpha Hunter off his feet. The two wrestled, but Jude was in no mood to play. His knuckles cracked across the man’s jaw again and again and again.I stood still and watched, my entire being trembling with the need to tear his throat out. As much as I wanted to be the one to end his life, Jude needed this. Without it, Jude would find someone else to hurt.“Jude, en
Jude“Jude.” My brother’s voice rattled my skull but was quickly drowned out by the snarl of my wolf demanding blood.I felt myself slip from my body, watching the spectacle from above.Sterling was pressed against the wall, my hand wrapped around his throat. Vines crawled up his body, prodding at his eyes as I toyed with the idea of plucking them from his skull.Ryker, my brother who had risked his life breaking the oath that kept me tethered to his side, was there trying to pry me off.She was gone. She was gone. She was gone.Dead and then not dead. Here and then not here.Sterling had brought her back, had used every ounce of his strength in doing so, but it wasn’t enough.Ryker’s voice bled into my ears as I sank back down into my body, “Jude, let him speak. This isn’t his fault, and you know it. Come on, man. Don’t make me force you.” I didn’t care. Couldn’t he tell I didn’t care?His magic wrapped around my body, slowly prying my fingers off Sterling. The vines I controlled like
OpheliaI followed my father out of the hospital, still struggling to wrap my head around everything that had happened.Choosing to leave with him was a decision I didn’t take lightly, but what was left for me here? Two mates who had failed me in every way. A best friend whose family I had all but destroyed. An aunt who wanted me dead, and a half-sister who was more than happy to help.As we stepped outside into the warm night, I glanced down at my wrist.I would never get over it. Seeing that smooth expanse of skin, even with the scar, stole my very breath away. It meant that Alpha Hunter was dead. As we walked, my father’s hand wrapped around my own as though I were a little girl, I found myself wondering how it had happened.Had he fallen off a cliff? Stepped in front of a bus? Had Jude finally followed through on his word and killed the bastard?In the end, it didn’t really matter.I forced my thoughts away from my mates, holding my breath until the agony rippling down the bond fa
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