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
Was that….was that what I thought it was?“Holy shit,” Hazel said under her breath. “Is that the Heart of the Ocean?”It wasn’t sure, but it certainly looked like it was. The Heart of the Ocean was a long lost jewel. It was rumored to have sunk into the sea when the ship the person who owned it took her own life by jumping off a boat while wearing it. Of course, the rumor had never been confirmed. Just as the jewel had never officially been found.Various descriptions of the Heart of the Ocean had surfaced over the years, and they were all similar. It was a very large, very blue sapphire. The picture up on the screen right now bore an uncanny resemblance to the rumored jewel.I cocked my head to the side. It was rather simple though, wasn’t it?People continued to speculate as to whether or not this was, in fact, the legendary jewel. But I couldn’t overlook the fact that it wasn’t really a design at all.It was just a jewel.“I heard,” a woman in the back said quite boldly, “that the