Why is Lucian at the door of Trista's studio? What is he doing here? Will Trista be able to complete her entry successfully? Let's take a guess ;)
Trista’s POVThree days later…“Trista! Hello!” Someone was pounding on my door. I was groggy, though, barely awake. My body was sore. Where was I? I looked around. Oh, I’d passed out on the small sofa couch. I was still in the studio. I yawned. What time was it? What day…The competition! I bolted upright.Today was the last day to submit entries! But I…Then I remembered. I’d finished the piece last night. Or early, early this morning, I should say. Sometime around 3:00 am.“If you don’t answer me, I’m knocking down the door.”It was Hazel. I picked up my phone. 15 unread messages.Whoops.I’d been checking in with Hazel diligently and talking to Billy and Belle everyday. But last night? Well, the pressure was really on so I put my phone on mute. Hazel had been calling me all night and I’d ignored her.So now, she was here, pounding on my door, afraid that something had happened to me.“I’m okay,” I said, rushing to the door. I opened it.Hazel was standing, her hands on her hips
Trista’s POVWe were on our way to the elevator when we saw Lucian. Hazel grabbed my arm. He was just getting off the elevator and he held the door open for us.“Hello,” Lucian said.“Hello,” Liam and I said. But Hazel turned her head away from him, her chin high up in the air.I locked eyes with him as we approached the elevator. I flashed him a sincere smile and he returned my look with his own bright smile of encouragement. Hazel went straight to the back of the elevator. She didn’t even look at him once. She waited for the elevator doors to close before she launched into her rambling vent.“Did you see that? The nerve of him!” Hazel’s voice was high and tight. “That son of a bitch just smiled at me, like nothing happened! Yeah right! Like his handsome smile is going to draw me back in. Is that what he thinks? Because it won’t! I don’t care if he was standing there naked, with his strong, muscular chest flexing right in my face! NOTHING he could do would make me talk to him! NOTHIN
Trista’s POVI thought I’d be really anxious over the next three days, but I was surprisingly relaxed. What was the point in worrying or stressing? I’d done everything I could. It was literally out of my hands now. There was no point in stewing over something I couldn’t control.Hazel, on the other hand, was a hot mess.She pretended like she didn’t care about Lucian, but I had to wonder. Several times she asked if she should call him.“Just to find out about the competition,” she assured me. “I mean, he might know something, right? Maybe it will help ease your anxiety?”I chuckled. MY anxiety? I think she meant HER anxiety. She was the one who was walking around the apartment with a one-track mind. She kept forgetting to do little things, like turn off the stove or close the fridge. She was clearly distracted. So much so, that she almost let the bathtub overflow when she was giving Belle a bath!“If you want to call him, you can. But don’t do it on my account,” I said gently. I had a
Liam’s POV“I understand,” Jules said. “Yes, of course. The auction shortlist is under tight wraps.” Jules and I were sitting in my hotel suite. I asked Jules if he could get some information about the auction and the entries they selected. Jules had been on the phone all morning. But he hadn’t been able to get anything out of anyone! The shortlist was highly, highly secretive. Everyone was really tight-lipped.Jules hung up the phone and shrugged at me.“Nothing?” I asked.“Nada,” he replied. “I can’t even find out who’s on the selection committee,” Jules sighed.We both sat down on the couch.Humans.They had a strange sense of business. It both puzzled and annoyed me. They were keeping the committee and the shortlist a secret, just to create suspense. They were toying with people’s emotions. As a werewolf, this was hard for me to comprehend. Werewolves are brave and sincere. We don’t play with people’s emotions like this. I was really struggling with all this anticipation. The wait
Liam’s POVNo. That was impossible. I didn’t smell any alpha heir scent on them.But still…I saw the little boy again. His devilish grin. His dark hair. His eyes. He had snuck out the door, that day at Trista’s apartment. But the moment she saw him, she rushed him back inside. Almost as if she was trying to hide him from me. And it seemed like Hazel was doing the same. But why? Was she really just that overprotective of her children? Or was it more than that?Was it because the boy was really MY child?The resemblance WAS uncanny.But would Trista do that? Would she really lie to me about my own children? That was a really big secret to keep. I know she was mad at me when she was exiled from our pack. But keeping my own children from me? That would be one hell of a grudge to hold.I shook my head.No. It was just a coincidence. That was all. The boy looked like me. So what? He didn’t have the alpha heir scent. So he couldn’t possibly be mine. Besides, Trista would never lie about
Trista’s POVThe day finally came, and Liam, Hazel and I pulled up to the auction. We were in a long line of ultra-luxury cars. It was clear before we even stepped out of our car that this was a next level event. Everywhere, cameras flashed and people dressed in the latest designer clothes paused to have their pictures taken by the paparazzi. “This is incredible,” Hazel sighed, clutching my elbow. “It’s something, all right,” I mused. Butterflies danced in my stomach; we were going to find out soon if I had made the auction shortlist. I was both nervous and excited. Lucian was waiting for us at the front door. But he frowned as we approached. “I thought you were going shopping,” he said, eyeing our dresses. “Why are you wearing last year’s designs? Doesn’t your boss care about how you look?”“Of course he does,” I said, but Lucian cut me off. “Well, he doesn’t look very generous to me.”I could feel the anger radiate from Liam beside me. He grit his teeth and clenched his
Trista’s POV “The main event is about to begin,” Alpha Lemone said. “I’ve come to escort you to your seats.” He linked arms with both Hazel and I. Strange, I thought. The previous times I’d seen Alpha Lemone, he hadn’t exactly been warm and fuzzy towards me. But he led us through the crowd, chatting animatedly the entire way. Why was he suddenly being so nice and friendly? “This way, ladies,” he smiled, weaving us through the throngs of people. Hazel and I were overwhelmed. There were so many people here, and every single one of them oozed wealth. From their jewelry to their dresses and tuxedos, to their designer purses and shoes. This room was FULL of money. We continued to weave our way through the gorgeous room. Turns out, our seats were up at the front. He pulled back our chairs for us and we sat, surprised that we’d secured such amazing seats at such a prestigious event. We noticed, however, that Liam was not at our table. He was a few tables down. With Alpha Lemone’s
Trista’s POV“What did he just say?” My jaw dropped at the same time as Hazel’s.“But there were supposed to be 12 entries!” Hazel whispered.My stomach sank. So I didn’t make it after all. Even though my name hadn’t been called yet, I was still holding onto hope. But with Lucian’s announcement, that was that.It was all over.Hazel grabbed my hand and squeezed it.“Screw ‘em,” she said. “What do they know anyway?” I smiled weakly at her. I appreciated her sentiment. But the truth was, they knew a LOT. The entries they chose were extraordinary. I guess my design wasn’t.I caught Lucian’s eye. He looked worried. Was he surprised, too? Had he really thought I’d be chosen?Just then, a staff member scurried onto the stage. He handed Lucian a piece of paper. Everyone was silent. Lucian scanned it, then his eyes lit up.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Lucian said into the microphone. “Looks like I spoke out of turn. The contest isn’t finished yet. I’ve just been given word that ther
Trista’s POV Belle let out a horrified scream. It reverberated through the forest.“Pele, no!” I cried out again.But Pele was in full wolf form by now. His wolf was magnificent, with broad, muscular shoulders and deep, brown fur with matching eyes. He bent down onto his hind legs and put his head onto his front paws. It was a playful position, and was welcoming the kids to come and touch his fur.Of course, the kids didn’t know that though.Neither Billy nor Belle had actually seen a werewolf before, and Pele’s wolf was massive. The wolf shook his head playfully, his brown fur rippling in the world. “What in the world?” Jules asked, aghast at the sight before him. I realized that Jules had never seen a wolf before either. And I had to admit, watching a man transform into a wolf could be a bit jarring, to say the least. I knew what Pele was trying to do.In the wolf pack, it’s normal for someone to shift when children are upset. In fact, one of the
Trista’s POV I felt a flush of relief wash over me. Jules and I couldn’t get through, but knowing that the children would be safe was a huge weight of my shoulders. Plus, I knew that as soon as Liam saw Billy and Belle, he’d know that we were close by and would come for us. He’d find a way to get us into the pack. He was the Alpha, after all. He could take down the pack border to let us through. It wasn’t ideal, separating from Billy and Belle. But we were out of other options. “Thank you,” I told Pele sincerely. I’d have to find a place for Jules and I to stay in the meantime, but I’d crossed that bridge once I came to it. Jules and I could find somewhere nearby, in the forest, and just wait for Liam. First thing was first – we had to get the children across the border and safely into the pack. “Come,” Pele said, holding out his hand to the children. But Belle clutched at my legs and began to cry. “No, Mam
Trista’s POV I needed Pele to understand that this wasn’t a normal situation. It was urgent that he let us into the pack. Plus, we’d come a long way and we were all feeling really tired. I decided to just be honest with Pele and tell him the truth. “This is Jules,” I told Pele, motioning at Jules. “He’s Liam’s assistant and he’s very important to Liam. But he’s currently being hunted by some members in the human world. They’re very dangerous men. They belong to an underground mafia and they’ll stop at nothing to find Jules. It’s very important that you let us through. Liam promised us all the protection of the Blue Moon Crescent Pack.” Pele narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed together. He appeared to be thinking about what I was saying. Honestly, though, I wasn’t sure if he’d care either way. Pele didn’t live in the human world. He probably didn’t care about dangerous mafia men. He turned his head to Billy and Belle. “And who ar
Trista’s POV I hadn’t expected to be stopped at the Blue Moon Crescent border. Pele was not much older than me, but he possessed the composure and maturity of someone much older than himself. I understood that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see me, since I’d been exiled from the pack. But I was sure that if I explained the situation, he’d let us pass through.“Leave, Trista,” he said coldly, He fixed his eyes on me, his face stern. “We’re here to see Alpha Liam,” I told him, a little taken aback by his unwelcoming and abrupt manner. “I don’t know what business you would have with Alpha Liam,” he stated, his tone dry. “Since you are no longer a member of our pack.”“If you would please just mindlink Alpha Liam, he’ll explain that…” “I’ll do no such thing. You cannot just show up here, Trista, with strangers in tow and demand to cross our border.” “I’m Jules,” Jules suddenly said, extending his hand. Pele did not accept his hand, leaving Jules
Trista’s POV The children felt the tension in the air. I bent down and scooped up Belle, hoisting her onto my hip. She buried her head in my neck. “Who is it, Trista?” Jules asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I shook my head, telling him that I didn’t know. Serena stayed in high alert, her fur standing on end as the man approached us.He had his eyes locked on me as he sauntered towards us. He was tall, with a powerful presence. We all stayed frozen to the spot. I squinted, trying to make out his face with my poor eye sight. But it wasn’t until he was only a few feet away that I recognized him.It was Pele.I was stunned at first. Pele was the man who had succeeded my father as Gamma after my father’s death. I hadn’t known Pele very well during my time at the pack, but his face was unmistakable. He also had the air of a gamma, which only solidified the fact that it was him.I remembered when Pele had been chosen as Gamma. I’d resented him on prin
Trista’s POVJules looked very concerned by the fact that there was no road. But I chuckled.“This is the right place,” I assured him.“How can that be?” Jules asked. I understood his confusion. He was used to living in the human world and humans took roads while travelling. But the Blue Moon Crescent Pack was protected by natural barriers, which is why werewolves have been able to hide from humans. The barriers are strong and only allow supernatural creatures to pass through them.I explained this all to Jules.“So I’m just supposed to keep driving? Through the forest without a road?”Billy and Belle giggled in the back seat. Jules slamming on the breaks had woken them up.“We’re going to drive through the forest?” Belle asked, wide-eyed.“Yup,” I replied. I unrolled the window to let the thick scent of the forest breeze through the car. The scent brought back so many memories and I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. I’d been away from the pack for so long. I hadn’t expected
Trista’s POVHe drove along the coast line, the salty scent of the sea thick in the air. I was a worried wreck, though. I tried several times to get in contact with both Liam and Johnson, but I wasn’t having any luck. Serena tried too, but she wasn’t able to connect with them.I was worried about Johnson. Was he okay? Where was he now? Was he in immediate danger? Were we? What if they’d followed him and found us? At one point, I thought a car was following us. It was a red car and it was behind us for quite a while. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want Jules to worry. I glanced back at the car through the rearview mirror, momentarily convinced that it was one of Jake’s people and that they’d tracked us down.But the car eventually turned off the highway.‘You’re just being paranoid,’ I told myself. ‘No one’s following you.’I was impressed to see that Jules was a good driver. He didn’t speed and he kept his eyes locked on the road. He was calm and collected, and that helped
Trista’s POVI tried to sleep, but I tossed and turned all night. Thoughts of Johnson flooded my mind. I kept thinking about him and trying to come up with ways to help him. The look on his face in the forest – he had seemed so…tortured. There had to be something I could do. But what?He was going through something, something profound. And no matter how much I wanted to understand, no matter how sympathetic I was, I couldn’t truly feel what he felt. He had twin wolves warring within him. His family was in danger. He was worried about me and the children. All of these things were things that only HE could experience.I sighed, turning over and drawing the blanket up to my chin. The house was dead quiet, with only the gentle sound of Jules snoring softly in the next room. I’d known Johnson so well at one point in my life. Better than anyone, I’d believed. But now, he was somewhat of a stranger to me. We’d been apart for so long and he’d gone through all these events…without me. The dist
Trista’s POVThe pain in Johnson’s eyes was palpable. It broke my heart, seeing him hurt like that. I leaned to kiss him, in an effort to comfort him. But he turned his cheek and shook his head.“We need to have a serious conversation,” he told me, his brows furrowed.“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” I told him, taking his hands in mine. He inhaled a sharp breath. He was clearly grappling with something, searching for the right words.“I can’t involve you or the children, Trista, in anything that’s happening with my family. I’ve already involved you way too much. It needs to stop. It’s just too…dangerous.”“I’m well aware of the dangers,” I told him. “The children will be safe at Blue Moon Crescent Pack with Liam. I’m here for you. I want to help.”Whether or not he liked it, I was already involved. I couldn’t just turn my back on him, not now, not when he needed me the most.“That’s the problem,” he said with sadness in his eyes. “I know you want to help. You’re so brave and strong