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
OpheliaMy head began swimming the moment the main course was brought out. Staring down at the headless fish on my plate, I cursed myself for being so stupid.I had no clue what Dark Matter was, let alone how it interacted with hard liquor. Goddess, how had I let myself get this way? My wolf began to stir, almost like she wanted to remind me that it was her who had gotten us into this mess.The damage is already done, I thought as I took another sip of whiskey.Surprisingly, the urge to vomit hadn’t faded at all.Sterling met my stare as he skewered a piece of fish with his fork. He smirked as he chewed. Did he know something I didn’t?“In time we’ll discover Ophelia’s affinity—” Ryker began.Kimberly snickered and said quietly, “If she even has one.”Of course, he didn’t bother calling her out. I wasn’t sure why part of me expected him to. It must’ve been the stupid bond acting up again. Well, there was one bright side to things.The more alcohol I consumed, the less I cared.“I’m wi
OpheliaThe morning after the dinner from hell I showered, dressed, and ran from the villa to make it to the Moonlight Lounge on time.I’d wasted precious minutes puffing on the last shred of Dark Matter I had, hiding behind the detached garage in a corner where the cameras couldn’t reach. Now, with my head swimming blissfully, I waltzed down the sidewalk pointedly ignoring the baby pink Corvette that trailed after me, driving at a whopping three miles per hour.“You’re being ridiculous!” Nova shouted, her voice carrying through the passenger window.I lifted my chin even higher. Goddess, she was a stubborn one.She let out a loud, overly dramatic sigh. “Fine! I’ll just keep following you. Our overlord has commanded me to train you today, so I have nowhere else to be.”I rolled my eyes, which was a bad idea because the entire world shifted, nearly causing me to stumble.“Well, our overlord needs to remember that unlike his royal self, some people have to work. And by some people, I me
NovaWhatever I thought I’d been prepared for—it wasn’t this.He wasn’t some decrepit, mangled creature dredged up from the darkest pits of Hell. There were no pus-filled boils or swathes of infected, blistered skin peeling from his face and torso. No forked tongue or souls of the damned clawing to free themselves from his rotting body.He was tall and lean, with lightly tanned skin. His body was sculpted in a way that made every line of him feel intentional. Dangerous. His inky hair was unruly, curling around his forehead and ears. There was a thick white streak sliced through it, striking and unmistakable.Two crimson eyes, like polished rubies stared out at me.Tattoos inked his skin in bold, strange patterns. They coiled around his upper arms, around his throat, and around the contours of his chest.In his hand—of all things—was a rubber spatula.He was eating the vanilla buttercream I had made straight from its container. My breath caught again. I had planned to use that frostin
NovaThe sun was a burning halo above me as I made my way back to my towel on the beach. I relished the subtle sting along my shoulders and neck—one that told me I’d have a slight sunburn tomorrow.Waves crashed at my back, spilling from an entire ocean that shimmered like diamonds, whispering sweet secrets of freedom. My muscles still ached from the two hours I had spent surfing.Hoisting my board above my head, I jabbed it down into the moist sand. A cold chill passed over me just as I flopped down onto my towel. Grabbing a cold water from my pouch, I emptied half of it over my head and chugged the rest.A quick glance to my left revealed my phone, the screen flashing with a call from Ophelia. Suddenly, the brief glimmer of freedom I’d been savoring turned to salt and betrayal.Digging my fingers into the warm sand, I breathed in deeply and let the sounds of crashing waves and squealing children blot out my own internal screaming. I could feel the grains of my own lies grinding agai
OpheliaMy head snapped up. The rich scent of whiskey hung in the air, sharp and unmistakable. Edward had been drinking, but not enough to lose himself. His posture was too controlled, his gaze too sharp as it slid over me.“What?”“You were smiling to yourself, and your face is flushed.” He said, his voice smooth, but the tension coiled beneath was impossible to miss. “So, I asked, fun date?”I met his gaze, my pulse quickening for a reason that had nothing to do with attraction and everything to do with unease. Edward wasn’t stupid. He knew what my smile had been about. He knew where I had been—who I had been with.He wasn’t pleased.Internally, I tried not to panic.There was a reason why Ryker and Jude had dropped me back off at Edwards house, despite our agreement stating I had to sleep under their roof.My father was coming today.At two a.m. exactly he’d be stepping through a portal with another batch of those mate-bond suppressing potions. I still hadn’t fessed up to the lie t
OpheliaThe party transformed the moment those below the age of eighteen were corralled and sent to bed.A silencing spell was placed over the house, and the music was cranked up. Its melody spilled through the night like liquid gold. It pulsed in the air, a living thing, twining around the palm trees until even they swayed to the enchanting tune.Everything became louder. The music. The laughter. The conversation. Everything was rich and unrestrained, mingling with the scent of wine and sea salt.Jude stuck to my side like my own personal wraith. There were some tense moments where I thought he’d snap and swing at someone—or worse, stab them—but all It took was a single glance, a brush of my fingers against his bare arm, and he’d turn away from w hat was pissing him off to follow me wherever I went.It was strange, and even worse, I liked it.After being plied with just enough wine to give me a light buzz, I pulled both Jude and Ryker back into the throng of people dancing. There wer
OpheliaI returned to find Ryker in a heated discussion with who I assumed was another family member. The two were speaking rapidly, their expressions darkening like rolling storm clouds.“Te l'ho detto, Jude si è scusato. Ha sostituito la macchina, vero?” [I told you, Jude apologized. He replaced the car, right?]The man pointed at Ryker and growled, “Sappiamo entrambi che sei stato tu a sostituire la mia macchina. Tieni quel punk psicopatico lontano dalle mie cose! [We both know you're the one who replaced my car. Keep that psycho punk away from my stuff!]” Snatching a beer from a nearby ice bucket, he staggered off muttering to himself in Italian.Ryker was smirking to himself when I approached. “Did he say Jude’s name? What did he do this time?”“Nothing as of recent. He may have set Luca’s car on fire in the past though.”“Guy holds a grudge.”“Wouldn’t you, tesoro?”I shrugged. “I don’t know. Jude can be charming when he wants to be.”Folding his arms over his chest, Ryker crane
OpheliaThe fear that had been churning in my stomach, souring the fruit I’d been insane enough to eat from Ryker’s hand, simmered the entire drive—only to fizzle into bewilderment as we pulled into the driveway of a massive house. I could make out its red-tiled roof beyond a courtyard shaded by swaying palms.The sound of music, bold and joyous, trickled to us past rows of fountains and hedges of exotic flowers. There were so many of them that I was momentarily lost in all the color.Ryker held out his arm and my treacherous heart skipped a beat. “Do you really think I’m going to take that after you forced me here?”He could tell I wasn’t angry, and I hated him for it.Taking his arm, I followed him through the courtyard, our feet falling quietly on the stone pathway. A breeze whispered by, but instead of smelling the sea, I was met with the rich scent of herbs and roasted tomatoes, and— Was that bacon?Laughter sounded from somewhere inside the house, past the windows and wrought-ir
RykerThe purr of the Impala’s engine dampened to a quiet rumble as I pulled up to Edward’s place.His scent was everywhere. Salty like the ocean, but with a bitterness that made me feel like I needed to drink a gallon of water to wash it all down. Ophelia’s scent added a touch of sweetness, a burst of ripe cherries that settled across my tongue like a layer of sugar.Scanning the house, I immediately noticed Edward watching from the front window. His eyes held a claim in them that made me long to tear out his throat.Only a fool couldn’t see what the boy was planning. He wanted our mate, and not for the things he’d claim to want her for. Everything out of his mouth was sure to be a lie.Disposing of him would be smartest. Kill him before he kills us. Kills her. He’ll finish the job, and then who will you have? Jude won’t say in this world long—not without her. Edward needs to die. Tonight. Right now. A snarl ripped out of me. “Stai zitto, cazzo! Voci di merda!” [Shut the fuck up! Fu
OpheliaThe back of the house was much like all the others in Lunar Isle. Neat, paved paths led to a swimming pool that glittered like a shined jewel.Sterling sat on a metal chair; his feet crossed at the ankles. I almost laughed at the sight of him sipping lemonade out of a glass, a small stem of mint teetering off the side.“This was not what I was expecting,” I confessed, pulling out the chair beside him. “No Victorian mansion, no imposing statues, no walls of dead ivy. You do live next to a graveyard though, so there’s that,” I added dryly.I had been coming around the house when I spotted a path that led to a set of wrought iron gates. Inside there were countless tombstones, some big and others small. I even spotted a few mausoleums.Sterling smiled but shrugged. “My affinity is death, and I don’t mind it. Apart from a few great Aunt’s who have boundary issues, they mostly leave me be.”“You said I have a magical trace on my phone.” I didn’t apologize for the abrupt change of su
OpheliaThe door swung open and slammed against the wall with a crash. The flames licking at my hands fizzled out, their life sucked away by the thing that stood at the foot of Nova’s bed.It was a shadow in the shape of a man, but the darkness it was made up of was unlike anything I’d ever seen. One glimpse at how it devoured all light, even that from Nova’s bedside lamp, and I could tell it wasn’t the kind of darkness one found in this world.The shadow had no lips, but somehow it stretched them back to flash its sharp teeth.“Nova!” I shouted, but I couldn’t see past the demon. Goddess, let her be alive. She had to be alive. I turned my sights on the demon and tucked away every ounce of fear I felt. This demon wasn’t like the mindless runts my father had summoned. It was capable of thinking—of understanding. Hopefully, it understood this. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if I have to rip a portal into your fucking realm to do it.”Its grin began to widen, stretching unt