Viviane’s POVI wish I could talk to Kiera.It’s been a week since we spoke, since Caspian moved Mom and me into the Pack House despite my fervent objections. I’m still angry with them both, but keeping up the silent treatment is infinitely more difficult when I don’t have my best friend to lean on.I’ve tried calling her dozens of times, but she never answers. At school she walks past me in the hallway as if she can’t even see me, which would be bad enough as it is. With Caspian’s added security measures, no one but Kiera is allowed to come within ten feet of me and even if they could, who would possibly be brave enough to try with Caspian’s guards tailing me at every turn.I’ve tried to tell him countless times that his precautions are only going to draw more attention to me, but he won’t listen. No, while my teachers watch me with sharp eyes – sizing up the Pack’s future Luna– the other girls glare at me through the lenses of green eyed monsters and the boys try to pretend they are
Caspian’s POV“You’d better come inside” Despite her harsh tone, Kiera gestures for me to enter her home, and for the first time in my life I hesitate. Would she be offering me the courtesy if I were anyone else? Are her actions signs of true interest, imposed respect, or fear?“Do you really want me to?” I ask, not moving forward.Kiera pauses, assessing me again. “No.” She quips honestly, “But I also don’t want to stand in the doorway for the neighborhood gossips to overhear our conversation – so you might as well.”I glance around, realizing she’s right. Shifters of all breeds and walks of life are hovering in our periphery, looking on with curiosity as I stand in Kiera’s doorway.Reluctantly stepping inside, I wait for the young woman to close the door behind us and circle in front of me before further invading the space, “We might not have sound-proofed walls and all the high-tech amenities of the pack house,” Kiera explains leading me down what can only be a basement staircase,
Caspian’s POV“I can’t forgive him. Not until he stops treating me like a toy, and starts treating me like an equal.”I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.Well, that’s not entirely true. I did intentionally stay within hearing distance of Viviane’s rooms after bringing Kiera to her door, but only as a precaution. I wanted to be near, just in case things went poorly.Of course, I got what I deserved. My stomach is in knots after hearing Viviane describe our relationship in such a way. Apparently even recognizing me as her mate didn’t change the mermaid’s perception of my character. The worst part is that I know this has nothing to do with my being a wolf, and everything to do with my personality.I thought I was doing all the right things: loving her, protecting her, providing for her. That’s what mates do, isn’t it?My wolf whines in my head, objecting to the notion that we’ve treated Viviane as anything but the treasure she is. I know. I respond silently, but it doesn’t matter what we intende
Caspian’s POVThe world goes still as Chase speaks the words I’ve been dreading for weeks. Viviane is an unregistered mermaid. I suppose it was inevitable that some of my men would figure it out eventually, but I’d still hoped the secret would remain between my mate and me.“What makes you think that?” I respond, not confirming or denying his assertion. My wolf’s hackles are raised, a sensation I have never experienced with my best friend.“For weeks you’ve been sending us all over the territory, trying to sniff out traffickers and refugee settlements in the city. That’s all fine – those are things we would want investigated anyway, but it always seemed strange that you were only using us: Never the enforcers, never coordinating with Jasper’s team.”Chase crosses the room as he speaks, hands gesticulating to emphasize his solemn words. “This whole time, I’ve been asking myself: Why the secrecy? Why the sudden interest in mermaids?” He asks simply, “But I never questioned you because I
Viviane’s POVI’m shaking so violently I feel like my bones must be rattling in my skin. “he’ll smell me.” I whisper desperately. We’d been counting on any rogues we’d meet to be strangers, but Mordred is no stranger, he knows my scent as well as anyone.Kiera whips her head around, looking through the dark space for anything to help. She swiftly rips the crooked grate off of the long-doused fire pit in the middle of the space, digging her fingers into the thick black charcoal and coming up with heaping landfills. She darts back to me with feline grace, smearing the chalky substance all over me.My friend works fast, returning to the pit and repeating the process until there is nothing left to spare. It felt like hours, but it was probably only thirty seconds.We press our backs into the wall as his footsteps near, holding our breath and praying to the Gods her quick thinking would pay off. The footsteps stop on the other side of the tin wall, and I can actually hear him smelling the
Viviane's POVThis isn't happening. Please tell me this isn't really happeningI was so preoccupied trying to get Mom through the alley I didn't realize we weren't alone until it was too late. Kiera saw him first, freezing in place and dragging Mom and I back like an anchor.James looks exactly as I remember. Average height, average weight, average looks; overall a pretty shabby example of his kind. He boasts none of Caspian's strength or charm, none of his authority or edge. Yet he frightens me all the same.His devious eyes light up when he sees me, sending ice through my veins and pulling me to a stop every bit as sudden as Kiera's."Hello Viviane." He says, striding towards us with a cold leer, "Did you miss me?""What are you doing here?" I blurt without thinking."I may not live here any longer, but there's no rule that says I can't visit my brother-in-law." He answers smoothly, "You may have turned my nephew against me, but Jasper is still family.""She didn't turn anyone again
Caspian's POVI can't recall ever feeling nervous about talking to a girl. It's always been completely natural, not that I ever had to put in much effort. I'm used to women falling at my feet, so I'm not really sure how to handle this strange trepidation.It's especially odd feeling this way about someone with whom I'm already in a relationship. Perhaps that's why I feel so anxious, I never cared about what happened with those other girls, but this is my mate. Her opinion, her happiness is everything to me.It takes a few minutes for Viviane to answer the door when I knock, and she looks a bit startled to see me. She's dripping wet, fresh out of a shower and wearing nothing but a thin robe. I sweep inside and shut the door before her unvarnished scent can travel to the guards in the hallway, then pull her close to indulge in the delicious scent.My little mermaid squeaks and tenses up when I kiss her. She's wound tight as a spring, her response so tentative I pull back to study her fa
Caspian's POVAt first I thought I misheard her.Then I thought I misunderstood.But there can be no doubt now – not the way Viviane's looking at me, with big eyes full of hope, anticipation, and just a little fear. Hearing her say she loved me made my heart soar. And knowing she trusts me with this, is almost too much to comprehend, especially after everything she went through with Mordred.Her skin is flushed bright red, and she can't truly look me in the eye. Her gaze keeps flitting up and down, almost as if she thinks I might reject her. It's adorable and astonishing all at once. Doesn't she know how crazy I am about her? How long I've waited for this moment?Still, I don't want to push her past her limits. It's one thing to think she's ready, and another to truly take such a momentous step. Her past worries me, especially the way her PTSD tends to resurge every time we take another step forward together. The last thing I want is to end up getting so lost in the rut that I can no
Three Months LaterViviane“Viv, are you ready?” Kiera asks, appearing in the doorway.I’m standing in front of a huge, floor length mirror, my wedding gown flowing around my body in graceful waves. It’s a delicate concoction of sea colored silk that ripples over my curves like water, and brings out the color of my turquoise eyes.I honestly can’t believe this day has finally come. I never thought I’d get married at all, and here I am preparing to walk down the aisle to join myself with the first Alpha in shifter history to rule two packs. After my rescue, Caspian tried to find another candidate to lead the Bloodstones, but none of the wolves in the pack were willing to do away with Damien’s mermaid program completely. Luckily for us, none of them were strong enough to challenge Caspian either, so he stayed in control by default.When we got home he finally sat down with his father and aired out all of the secrets and unspoken traumas of Caspian’s childhood, and his father willingly s
VivianeDamien’s body is so heavy on mine. His rough hands bruise my skin as his sneering face gazes down at me, and nausea writhes in my belly as I feel his hardness digging into my stomach. My mind is whirling, struggling to stay in the present as past horrors seek to drag me under, and simultaneously fighting the urge to leave my body and dissociate from the violation I’m about to suffer.In the distance Caspian’s roars and growls fill the air, the sound of his body slamming into the glass over and over again wrenching at my heartstrings terribly. I don’t want him to see this, I can’t bear the thought of him blaming himself for not saving me, and I know he will.Calling out to him through our mental link, I try to tell him to turn away, even though I know it’s useless. Don’t watch, Caspian. I beg, please, I don’t want you to see this.No! He thunders back, don’t give up, Viviane! Just hold on!It’s okay. I mentally sob, I’ll be okay. I’ve survived before and I’ll survive again, jus
3rd Person“What do we do?” Chase exclaimed, his gaze ping ponging back and forth between the images on the security screens. The Beta was beside himself, unable to help Caspian and distracted by his mate’s antics all at once.“I don’t know.” Marina fretted, her attention focused on Viviane and Caspian, divided by glass walls and completely at Damien’s mercy. Even as she watched them, she knew she couldn’t simply stand there and do nothing. “I’ll go help Kiera.” She suggested after a moment. The chances that she would be able to help her daughter were slim, but Chase could – assuming he was able to focus on doing so. “She’s not in imminent danger and the faster the other mermaids are freed, the better.”“Thank you,” Chase breathed, anxiously following her movements on the black and white monitors.Without another word, Marina careened out of the control room, dashing for the lower levels where the mermaids were trapped. Her heart pounded, blood rushing in her ears as she darted throug
Viviane The day of the auction begins like any other, except instead of waking up and getting ready for school, I’m taken to a Bloodstone spa. If the circumstances were different, I might enjoy the pampering, but I know none of the treatments I’m being given are for my benefit. Instead they’re purely intended to make me as desirable as possible to the shifters at the auction. The servants do not speak as they bathe me, filling a huge ornate tub with perfumed water and rose petals, then adding soaps that froth and foam at the surface. I can see the women attending me are mermaids from the brands on their ankles, but they are not as beautiful as the other girls in the brothel. I wonder if this is yet another fate for my kind – if one is too dried up to produce pearls, but not lovely enough to fetch a high price as a pleasure slave. Instead they must help send the unlucky beauties to their terrible fates. I have to think this is the best deal a mermaid could hope for in Sangville, m
CaspianChase and I are on the outskirts of Sangville when we sense we’re being followed.After killing mordred, a cold sort of determination took over me, an emotionless drive to finish the job no matter the cost. I knew if I let myself think about Viviane – about what might be happening to her this very moment – I would lose my ability to think about our situation objectively. Despite the fact that this was the most personal thing in the world to me, if I let my emotions rein as we planned our strategy, we would lose – and badly.So we arrived here and bega
Viviane“The auction is tomorrow.” I whisper, looking around at the hundled mermaids surrounding me. A dozen worried faces gaze back, their pretty features ranging from frightened to positively petrified. “If we’re going to escape, we have to do it tonight.”“There’s no use.” One of the younger girls sighs forlornly. She looks about fifteen and has spent most of our time here crying. I can’t say I blame her. When I was her age I would have fallen to pieces under these circumstances. I’m actually amazed I’m not in worse condition now. Being with Caspian really has changed me, made me stronger and more confident. A few months ago I would have sat here and waited for him to come and rescue me, but we don’t have the time to waste.“I know it’s daunting, but we have to try.” I tell her gently, looking to the others for support. Unfortunately she’s not the only one who has doubts. Spending one’s formative years in captivity has that effect, we were trained to obey or suffer, and made to bel
Caspian“My brother?” I repeat, stunned.“Honestly Caspian, I knew you were incompetant, but I never thought you were stupid.” James drawls. “Did you never wonder how there could be such a large age difference between siblings? Our grandmother was already thirty when she had mom, she was in her fifties by the time I came around - not exactly prime breeding years.”“They died before I was born.” I remind him, “I never knew the math.”My head is reeling, but I have to admit it makes sense. It would explain why my mother always treated him like a son, why she loved him so much more than she loved me. We were both her children, but he was the one she actually wanted.“Why lie about it?” I demand, “My father let her get away with everything, why lie about your relationship?”“It was never about your father.” James scoffs, “It was about mine. He would have taken me from her if he’d known I existed. She was nothing to him, just another she-wolf in a long line of conquests, but he never had o
Caspian “Are you sure about this, Caspian?” My father asks. “James is family!” “Being family didn’t stop him from kidnapping my mate or betraying me in the pack games.” I remind him. “I don’t have proof yet, but I’m going to get it. If I’m right he’s the only one who might know where they’ve taken Viviane.” “I don’t understand, why would mermaid traffickers take her in the first place?” He inquires, “if she discovered what they were doing, why not just k- silence her?” He continues, clearly amending his words even as they leave his mouth. For a moment I consider lying, but I can’t help but think this has gone on long enough. The truth is that mermaids like my mate have been suffering in this city for a long time, and the only way things are going to change is if I change them. Taking a deep breath, I announce, “Because Viviane is a mermaid.” “What?” My father questions blankly, “What are you talking about.” As I explain everything
I spent the first thirteen years of my life in the Bloodstone territory, yet I’ve never seen an inch of the free territory. I knew only the pearl farms and the river which swept us to freedom.I’ve imagined it a thousand different ways, always assuming the blood money they wrought from the flesh of mermaids afforded the pack lives of unimaginable luxury. I wasn’t wrong, but I certainly didn’t picture this. As the truck rumbles through the city, I remain glued to the back window, trying to memorize the streets, the landmarks and route on the off chance we actually manage to pull off an escape. Luckily the shifters don’t seem to believe we’re capable of even contemplating saving ourselves, because they don’t try to stop me.My memory is incredibly sharp and if I can focus on navigation, I might stand a chance. However it is difficult, because everywhere I look my eyes want to leap out of my head. The bloodstone capital seems to have been built on the side of an active volcano. Silver bu