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
Trista’s POVHazel was still cursing under her breath when Lucian took back the microphone.“She’s a cheater. Why are they letting her get away with this? She didn’t design a goddamn thing!”“Shhhh,” I cautioned Hazel. I appreciated her support, but she was making a bit of a scene. People were looking at us. I didn’t want people to think I was a poor sport and an ungracious loser.She rolled her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and slunk back into her chair. “Well, that was…” Lucian searched for the right word… “unexpected,” he said bluntly. I suppressed a smile. Clearly he wasn’t too impressed either with what had just gone down. But he had to maintain his decorum. He was the emcee, after all.He glanced down at his sheet and announced the next name.“Truly Masterson,” he said, and her name and picture flashed onto the screen beside her design.She stood up from her table and gasped, her hand over her chest. The people at her table congratulated her and she made her way thro
Trista’s POV“Holy shit,” Hazel gasped.“Holy shit is right,” Liam agreed, but his tone wasn’t the same as Hazel’s. He had a serious look on his face, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.Meanwhile I sat, stunned. My name and picture flashed up on the screen.Me?It was actually me?I was one of the extra three contestants, one of the pieces that had caused controversy amongst the selection committee? I was speechless.“What are you doing?” Hazel hissed, side-eyeing me. “Go on. Go up there!”I was suddenly painfully aware that everyone in the room was looking at me.“Trista?” Lucian called.Right. I had to get up on stage to explain my piece.I awkwardly rose from my chair and made my way to the stage. My legs were shaky. And it didn’t help that I heard people whispering all around me.“What IS that material?”“I don’t see very many diamonds.”“It’s strange. I don’t understand what it’s made of?”I lifted my head and tried to ignore all the whispers. I had expected this. I knew that
Trista’s POV The room was silent. The audience pondered my design. My mind flashed back to that day in the studio. It had been three days ago and I was on the brink of giving up… **The floor was littered with crumpled up pieces of paper. I was trying desperately to design something worthy of the competition, but NOTHING was working. What was wrong with me? I had all these beautiful gemstones. Surely I could come up with something.But I scribbled my way through an entire notebook. And still, I didn’t have even the inkling of a decent design.The gemstones from Liam sat spread out on the table in front of me. They were beautiful and expensive. But I felt like they were mocking me. Why couldn’t I come up with anything?I kept thinking about that night in the backyard with Johnson. It had been a lovely night, with the full moon shining above us and the soft scent of the evening breeze and fresh grass permeating the air. I had felt so at ease, so relaxed, so content. I lo
Trista’s POV Did I like it?Of course I did. It was impossible NOT to like.“It’s not flashy,” he chuckled. “In fact, sitting beside all those other expensive gemstones, it looks kind of… I don’t know… naked.”I chuckled along with him. The ice jade certainly didn’t have the glitz and glam of Liam’s expensive gemstones. They glittered and sparkled unabashedly in the light.The ice jade, though, held no sparkle.It had an entirely different sort of allure.“I’ve never heard of ice jade before,” I said. “Where did you get this?”“It’s from my grandmother’s collection,” Lucian said. “It was given to her when she was young, by a lover. She moved to Hong Kong and they missed each other desperately. One day, this appeared in the mail. He said it was a token of his love for her. And that it symbolized how much he missed her, like the way ‘the stars miss the moon when it’s a new moon’.” Lucian chuckled again. “He was apparently quite poetic, my grandmother’s lover.”I smiled. It
Trista’s POVLiam and I arrived in Paris with plenty of time. We had dinner at the airport and waited for our flight to board. They called us for boarding and we both took our seats in first class. Liam offered me the window seat but I insisted that he have it. His wound was bothering him – I could tell – and if he sat by the window, he could sleep more easily with his head against the wall. As we settled in, a strange feeling washed over me. I realized that Liam and I had never travelled together. In all our years of marriage, we never strayed far from our pack, at least not as a couple. I glanced over at him. He was fastening his seatbelt.‘How odd,’ I thought to myself. ‘Here we are, together on a plane. I never, in a million years, could have imagined our first trip together would be like this!’“Champagne?” the stewardess asked, her eyes bright. Champagne was one of the perksof flying first class. Liam wasn’t much of a champagne drinker, though, so I went to shake my head and
Trista’s POVBack upstairs in the small cottage, Dagny rummaged through her cup boards. She produced a small, crystal jar.“This ointment will make Liam well enough to travel back to the United States,” she told us. Darren eyed the small jar and I looked at him for confirmation. He nodded, indicating that the ointment was fine.Dagny walked over to Liam, lifted his shirt, and removed his bandage. I gasped when I saw his wound. It was red and angry-looking, with small black veins spread out over his stomach and chest like a spider web. Dagny scooped up some of the ointment with her fingers and roughly rubbed it on Liam’s stomach. Liam inhaled a sharp breath and winced.“That hurts,” Liam said as Dagny continued to apply the ointment in a belligerent way. I had to admit, she could have been a lot gentler. Dagny didn’t reply to Liam’s comment so Liam put his hand over hers to stop her.“Dagny, do you have some sort of problem with me?” Liam asked. “You’ve been very polite to Trista and D
Johnson’s POV“My father wanted to hand over the family business to me,” I told Jake. “But I wanted to go to New York.”“Because of that bitch?” Jake asked smugly. I nodded.When Trista left to go to the US, I felt a void in my life. I realized how much she meant to me. My feelings for her were complicated since we were such good friends. But I missed her so much it hurt. And the twins too. So I’d asked my dad if I could follow her to New York and set up business there. My father had been very reluctant at first. He wanted me to stay in Italy for the family business. He was preparing me to take over, but he said there were a few loose ends he needed to tie up first. I argued with him. I was a grown man and if I wanted to go to New York, then I could. He disagreed. He said my responsibility was to the family first.But then, one day, he just changed his mind one day.“My father allowed me to go to New York because there was someone he wanted me to find.”My father’s instructions had be
Johnson’s POVThe bullet ripped through my shoulder. A bolt of pain ripped through my shoulder, so intense it made me dizzy. Jake chuckled at my reaction.I expected to die. I expected to bleed out from the bullet wound. So did Jake and his men. But as they held me, something unusual happened. The bullet wound spurted blood at first, thick and warm. Within seconds though, the blood stopped. The pain still radiated through my body, but I could feel it healing, as though my muscle fibers were somehow weaving themselves back together with extraordinary speed.Jack frowned, his eyes narrowing. He could see what I felt, that my wound was healing with remarkable speed. He didn’t like this. Flummoxed, he marched right up to me and grabbed my collar. He tore open my shirt to see the wound for himself. Sure enough, the hole from the bullet was already growing over with fresh skin.“I thought that was a special gun,” one of his men said.“Shut up,” he seethed at the man. Then he turned to me. “
Johnson’s POVI zipped through the streets like a maniac. Jake blew through several red lights and I had no choice but to do the same. I laid on my horn as I went, alerting the few cars on the road this late at night to get the fuck out of the way. My heart raced and my palms were thick with adrenaline-induced sweat.Jake had agreed to let me have Trista and the men she was with, but I didn’t trust Jake. He was a loose cannon and capable of anything. It didn’t take much to make him snap, so even though we had a deal, I had a feeling he’d break it without hesitation. I had no idea what I would do when I got to the Milan checkpoint. The police were crawling with Jake’s informants. I’d seen firsthand that the police were useless when it came to Jake and his men. They’d detained a car at the Milan border FOR Jake. I had no faith that they’d help me out in any way. If we got to the border, and Jake decided to kill Trista and Liam after all, there was no one to stop him. Except me.Jake
I…I loved her, I realized as my breath hitched in my throat. I had to save her from these men. But how?Just then, a phone rang. One of Jake’s men answered it. He nodded and then hung up.“That was the Milan border. The car with the woman and two men are being detained there.”“Looks like we were right in the first place,” Jake said. He kicked the corpse, rolling her onto her stomach. “This bitch here side-tracked us. Come on. Let’s go. The man in the picture must be with her. The hunt has begun. Time to kill the right slut. Am I right?” Jake smiled sardonically at me.“I’ll come with you,” I told Jake, my mind racing.“Good,” Jake replied. “I need to see you kill her yourself.”I shook my head.“What do you mean, ‘no’?” Jake asked, narrowing his eyes. “Cousin, it seems like this woman is very important to you. You've been acting awfully unusual.”“I hate her for what she did on me,” I told Jake, scrambling for an excuse. “You’re right she’s important. The bitch betrayed me. But I ca
Johnson’s POVI rushed out of the auction house, my heart hammering in my chest. I had to get away from these men and to the border before they did. But as I ran down an alley that would lead me to my car, I saw something that stopped me dead in my tracks.Jake and his men. They were at the end of the alley, crowded around a figure on the ground. I watched, horrified, as they kicked and beat the woman. And even more horrifying, there were two police men not even five feet away. At first, I was certain that the police would intervene. I mean, it was the POLICE after all. But the police did nothing. They only stood by and watched as Jake and his men kicked the figure on the ground.Cautiously, I took a few steps towards the men and the figure on the ground. It realized it was a woman – a woman who looked an awful lot like Trista!“No!” I hollered, rushing towards them, overcome with fear. Had they found Trista? Had she been here after all? It was possible! Maybe she hadn’t left yet. Or
“Who are you?” I asked the second voice in my head. Silver’s voice was gone. I didn’t understand. Where was this second voice coming from? It was so different than Silver’s. It was soft and gentle. Silver’s voice tore through my head like a whip. This voice rippled and floated. I was instantly drawn to it.“Quill,” the second voice said. “I’m your other wolf.”Other wolf? But how could that be? Did he mean that…Silver was my wolf? My heart dropped. If Silver was my wolf, then that meant – my wolf was a blood-thirsty, evil beast bent on killing everyone and anything in his path?Oh God.But wait. He’d just said ‘other wolf’. So that meant…“I have two wolves?” I asked, confused.“Yes. We’re twins,” the gentle voice confirmed.Twin…..wolves?“We’re nothing alike, Johnson,” the second voice, Quill, continued. “In fact, we’re polar opposites. We argue all the time.”“Why haven’t I heard your voice before?” I asked.“Silver often overpowers me,” Quill explained. “But I’ve found a way to br
Johnson’s POV“Impressive,” Jake smirked, looking at the shattered window. I hoped he bought it. If he knew that I was trying to protect both Liam and Trista, and that I let them go on purpose, it would only pique his interest in both of them, especially Trista. He’d want to find her and have a ‘good time with the bitch.’ I couldn’t let them happen. I had to persuade him that I hated both Liam and Trista. “Yeah well, he deserved it,” I snapped back, lacing my voice with as much venom as I could. “He was a pompous ass.”Jake nodded appreciatively. “And the bitch?” he asked, meaning Trista.“She’s nothing,” I snipped, waving my hand in the air dismissively. “I was nice to her at one point. I mean, come on, she’s a hot piece of ass, after all. I wanted a taste of her. But she chose that scumbag ex of hers over me. So I naturally got pissed and snapped. I wanted some revenge on the woman who hurt me. But she got away before I could.” I chose my words carefully, hoping I could fool Jake.