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 POVGlancing at the faces in the audience, I know I made the right decision. I could have used Liam’s gemstones, but then I wouldn’t be true to myself.And I certainly wouldn’t have a design that created this much stir.Lucian flashed me a smile. He was just as invested in this design as I was. The jade had sentimental value for him. If no one bid, it would be destroyed.And even worse, LUCIAN would be the one who had to destroy it.But…People seemed intrigued.“Moon mates,” a woman in the back said pensively. “I like the sound of that. I don’t know what ice jade is worth, but there’s something charming about his design.”“I agree,” the woman to her left said. “It’s so different from all the other designs.”I used my wolf ears to listen in on people’s conversations.And I liked what I was hearing.“I wonder how much it’s worth. I like the way it glows,” a man in the front said while puffing on a cigar.“Me too,” the man across the table from him said. “It looks rare, this ic
Trista’s POVONE?HUNDRED?MILLION?Had I heard that right? My eyesight wasn’t great but my hearing usually was. But still, there had to be a mistake.All voices in the room stopped. People craned their necks, looking up, trying to see where the bid had come from.“Uh, one hundred million dollars,” Lucian repeated, in an unsure voice. He was only reiterating the way we ALL felt.One hundred million dollars was a fortune! And not a small one. That was even much higher than where The Heart of the Ocean stopped at. And the Heart of the Ocean was a legendary, massive, sapphire!Hazel caught my eye.“Holy hell,” she mouthed at me. I smiled with uncertainty and shrugged. Then I made eye contact with Liam. His face had changed. A smile crept up his face. He nodded at me. Then he gave me a cute little thumbs up.“One hundred million dollars going once,” Lucian said. We both knew no one else was going to bid. Not against that price. So Lucian made quick work of the final bid calls.“Going twic
Trista’s POVI was brought upstairs to the VIP room. The staff member opened the door.“Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. But she shook her head and scurried away, leaving me alone at the door.Hesitantly, I stepped inside.It was a large room that looked out over the auction floor. I could see the lights of the stage shining down below. But the room itself was dark, the lights low.I squinted. Given my poor eyesight and the dimly lit room, I struggled to see. I heard the clink of ice cubes in glasses and low murmurs. There were several people in the room but no one addressed me.Eventually, my eyes adjusted, but only slightly. I saw a few men sitting on a large, black leather couch. The sweet scent of scotch and whiskey permeated the air.They were rich. Filthy rich. That had that demeanor that only ridiculously wealthy people had. They looked up at me, eyeing me like I was some sort of prized possession rather than a person. I didn’t know which of these men had bid on my jewelry, s
Trista’s POVIt was an odd thing to say. Devour me with his eyes?There was something about his tone.I should have bolted for the door. I should have run.But the truth was, I was torn.I was intrigued by this man. Who was he? What did he want from me? He wasn’t human so WHAT was he? Why had he bid on my jewelry and demanded to see me?“Come,” he said again. He was still sitting, in the dimly lit corner. I was strangely drawn to him. Serena acted like he was dangerous. I didn’t feel like that, though. Arrogant? Yes. Bossy? Absolutely. Entitled? You bet.But not dangerous.So, out of curiosity, I moved towards him.It was so damned dark in that room though. I stumbled over a low coffee table and tripped. But instead of hitting the floor, I fell into his arms.He’d caught me with lightning speed. Inhuman speed. If I hadn’t been sure before, I definitely was now.This man was NOT human. He held me, dipped backwards in his arms. He hovered over me. Then he removed one arm from my bac
“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.
Johnson’s POVJake began to chuckle, a low, guttural laugh. I thought for sure he’d raise his strange gun again and shoot Liam right in the head. But he didn’t. Instead, he turned the gun over in his hands. I could tell by Liam’s reaction that it wasn’t an ordinary gun. Clearly, Jake and his men had come to the auction prepared. They must have known they might encounter a werewolf. I could only assume, but something told me that the strange gun had some sort of power over werewolves.Jake proudly showed his men his weapon. They nodded appreciatively. I stared at the gun, my eyes falling to a peculiar emblem. It looked like some sort of S. I had no idea where that gun came from, but there was something about it that I really didn’t like.“Looks like it finally came in handy,” Jake chuckled. “I knew it was.” Then he turned to Liam. “That was for my father, you mother fucker.” Jake motioned at Liam and his gun wound. “He always hated you fucking wolves.”The wolf was gone from Liam’s f
Johnson’s POVI glanced around the room. Any minute now, these men would fire off another shot with their strange weapons. They’d already shot Liam in the stomach, but they wanted to kill him. Their next shot would be through his head.An uncontrollable fury ripped through me. I tried to push it down. I had to save Liam. But Silver smelled blood. He gnashed his teeth! I was so mad at Liam. What was he thinking? Why had he come in here? Didn’t he know these men were dangerous? Why had he just barged into the VIP room unannounced?He was an alpha but he was no match for these men. Not when they were armed with guns.Liam looked at me, confused. He was holding his stomach, blood oozing out through his gunshot wound. Then his confusion gave way to anger. He narrowed his eyes. He thought I was one of them, one of these men. And I had to keep acting like I was. But I couldn’t let them kill Liam! Jake lifted his strange gun again, his lips curled into an evil smile.NO!I reached out and gra
Trista’s POVDagny eyed me with a quizzical look. “Are you certain?”I completely understood her trepidation. It was like a miracle. I was shocked myself. But I was sure. Jules was the person we needed. “Yes,” I said emphatically. “There’s only one personal assistant named Jules at HS. It has to be him.” I grinned from ear to ear. I felt like finally, we’d caught a break. The irony wasn’t lost on me. Jules was supposed to be working for Johnson, but he was Liam’s personal assistant. So he was basically working for Johnson’s rival. It was all so surreal. “You think he knows where the key is?” I asked.“If he doesn’t know firsthand, then he’ll know how to find out,” Dagny said.I nodded. “Then I should go back to the United States immediately,” I told her. Of course, I had some ulterior selfish reasons for wanting to go back.I missed Billy and Belle terribly, as well as Hazel. Relief flooded through me. Finding Jules would be easy. I knew exactly where to look! Plus, I could hold my
Trista’s POV“I know what you’re thinking,” Dagny said. “I have no idea what’s in the vault, I don’t know where the key is and I can’t tell you where Storm and Mercury are so how are you possibly supposed to find them, right?”Yup. She pretty much nailed it right on the head. That’s exactly what I was thinking. But then she flashed me a mischievous smile.“Well, I might not know where Mercury and Storm are, but I know where their son is.” I balked. Their son? I’d assumed that Mercury and Storm were both men. But apparently my assumptions were way off base.“Mercury and Storm fell in love. They got married and had a child, a boy. He’s just a little younger than Jonathan. Maybe four years or so? Anyway, Storm and Mercury wanted their son to return to the land of their ancestors. So they left Europe and brought him to the United States. He was raised there from a young age and they integrated him into human society. He went to school, graduated, and got a good job at a good company.”
Trista’s POVI appreciated Dagny’s support. I wasn’t sure yet what I was going to do. The Erasthai bond came with a lot of inherent risks and I needed time to carefully sort through it all. But in the meantime, we needed to come up with a game plan for our current situation.“What should we do now?” I asked Dagny. “Do you know where Stewart it?”“Yes. He must be hiding somewhere,” Dagny told me. “He changed the color of the curtains in the window in the attic to warn me. So I think he’s around here somewhere. I can stay here, hidden in the cottage and look for him.”I nodded. That made sense. If Steward had been in the estate to change the curtains, then he was probably nearby.“What about Johnson?” I asked. I was really worried about him, even more so now with all the things Dagny had told me.“Well, based on the information you gave me about Milan, I think he’s safe for the time being. It sounds like Felix’s younger son is running the show now. He’s likely taken control of all the m
Trista’s POVI turned the words over in my head.The Lycan Erasthai?“No, I don’t think I have,” I told Dagny. The words were unfamiliar to me.She nodded. “Well, the Erasthai is a special bond that Lycans experience. Werewolves have matebonds appointed by the Moon Goddess. But Erasthai is an emotional bond that comes from the heart.”“It’s like a matebond for Lycans? This Erasthai?” I asked.“Yes, sort of. But it’s much stronger. Much more serious,” she told me.I found it hard to believe that anything could be stronger than a werewolf’s matebond, but I had no point of reference since I wasn’t a Lycan. So I had to take Dagny’s word on that.“I’ve sensed Johnson’s feelings for you. I sensed them when he came to visit us at our estate. I think you might be Johnson’s Erasthai.”I also knew Johnson had feelings for me, but I thought they were just human feelings, since I thought Johnson was human. But now Dagny was telling me that his feelings might be something much deeper. If Erasthai
Trista’s POVI was speechless.Me? Had I just heard her right?She looked at me intensely.“Like I said, Trista, I can’t be entirely sure. It’s only a guess. But something has changed. Something has instigated his wolves and I know how he feels about you. I think you might be his mate. And his wolves are reacting to that.”She stated it so matter-of-factly. But her words sent my thoughts whirling. I was relieved we were downstairs in this secret room. I was grateful for the privacy as I grappled through the enormity of the things Dagny was telling me.I was the reason his wolves had awakened? Me? I didn’t like that thought. It was bad enough that Liam was upstairs right now, injured by a mystical Silvery because of me. If what Dagny was saying were true, then I’d activated Johnson’s dormant wolves? But how? And why? I considered Johnson to be family, but up until a little while ago, I’d thought he was human. I’d known him for five years and there hadn’t been a single day I thought he