Trista’s POV The following week was the most relaxing one I’d had since I returned to Summerset. Having Johnson in the house felt so natural. Gladice was not very comfortable at first, letting Johnson be alone with Belle and Billy. But after a day, she told me that she had never met a young man like Johnson who had never had children of his own but took great care of the kids. I smiled. Indeed, I could not imagine without Johnson how I would have managed to raise a pair of twins alone in a foreign country for five years. Johnson came home one day, bursting through the door. “I have fabulous news,” he said. “I found Billy and Belle a school for kindergarten.” I was planning on enrolling them in the local public school, so I cocked my head, curious about this ‘school’ of Johnson’s. “It’s called the Scornbrooke Academy. Actually Hazel recommended it to me.” he explained, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Trista’s POVThe day of the big photo shoot finally arrived. I walked into the HS building, my stomach in knots. I was actually nervous about running into Liam. He’d given me my space, which I was grateful for, but I knew we couldn’t avoid each other forever.I got to the dressing room and was surprised to see that Stevia was already there.“Darling!” she said, rushing towards me. She air-kissed me on both cheeks. “Lovely to see you again. You look fabulous! Have you lost weight? You’ve lost weight. You can’t fool me!”I blushed. I hadn’t lost any weight. She was just being kind. But I appreciated it. I wasn’t sure how she would be towards me after the whole media launch debacle. I was thrilled to see there were no hard feelings. In fact, it felt like we were old friends. She linked her arm in mine and led me over to the mirror.Brenda was waiting for me at the table. “No need for a full makeover this time,” she winked. I thought back to the afternoon I’d spent with her and the ma
Trista’s POV Johnson was NOT happy. I could see it on his face. I scrambled out of Liam’s arms and back onto my feet, even though my ankle was throbbing.“I thought you were shooting a product endorsement. But it looks to me like you’re filming some sort of romantic drama,” Johnson quipped sarcastically.“It’s not what it looks like,” Liam said defensively.“No? Because it looks like you were cradling Trista in your arms. If that’s not the case, then enlighten me.” Johnson glared at Liam. The tension in the air was palpable. Everyone could feel it.“She’s hurt. She tripped on a wire and cut her ankle. I was helping her. That’s all.”The tension in the air was palpable. Everyone could feel it. “Hurt?” Johnson’s eyes grew wide. He rushed over to me and knelt down to examine my ankle.“It’s nothing, Johnson, really,” I said dismissively. Everyone in the room was staring at us. I was embarrassed.“There’s…blood…” he said. Then he stood. His face was strange. Pale and twisted. Hid
Liam’s POVThe staff members trickled out of the studio, leaving that asshole Johnson and I alone in the room. He glared at me.I had a bad feeling about this man. The first time I met him, I’d dismissed him. He was just Trista’s boss. No big deal. At least…that’s what I’d thought.But then…Little things had tipped off. The way he ordered her favorite drink. The way he looked at her when she didn’t see. The way he always seemed to hover around her.And then today?The expression on his face when he barged in on us. I knew that expression.Jealousy.He saw Trista in my arms and he couldn’t hide it. He’d been jealous.He was more than her boss. I was pretty sure of it. I was a decent judge of character. It’s one of the reasons I was so successful in the business world. He had feelings for her. I decided to address it directly.“Why are you here?” I asked him.“Because I love Trista,” he replied bluntly.Oh. Bam. There it was. I didn’t expect him to confess his feelings so easily. Appar
Trista’s POVI have finished dealing with the wound and Stevia was with me. Apparently I don't want to become the one sandwiched between two men, so we went to the coffee shop in the lounge area on the second floor.Ding. I glanced at my phone. It was a text from Johnson. He wanted to know where I was so he could pick me up. I told him the name of the café.Stevia and I finished our coffees while we waited. I asked about her relationship with Liam but she was elusive. I wanted to question her further, when Johnson walked in.He didn’t look very happy.I was afraid that he and Liam had fought.“He really is a handsome one,” Stevia said to me as Johnson came to the table. “I suppose that makes your choice that much harder.” She was just teasing me in good fun, but Johnson didn’t take her comment well.He pressed his lips together angrily.“I saw on the news that you and Liam are together,” he said.She dismissively sipped her coffee. “We are, yes,” she said non-committedly.“Then
Trista’s POVThe children were overjoyed. They bounced around happily in the backseat, clapping their hands. Johnson, too, beamed with pride.The decision to call Johnson ‘daddy’ was a big decision.And I felt like I’d been left out of it.Seraphina whined softly as we drove home. That was odd, since she didn’t usually voice any concerns. She didn’t seem too pleased about this decision, and I didn’t know why. I tried to console her.As far as I know, she only showed this expression when she was scared. The last time she gave me this uneasy feeling was when I was a young adult and first went to a human school. I was in the library until 2 a.m. to study for an exam, and when I came out of the library, I had left my glasses behind.Usually, wolves have better eyesight at night, but that doesn't help us blind wolves.That night we encountered an unknown creature. At first we thought it was a burglar who might be taking advantage of the darkness to rob us. An ordinary human adult is not st
I sighed. I think I'm really not good at relationships.I had been driven out by the wolves. I had adapted to human society.Human love is sometimes a philosophy. They think more about their sense of responsibility to their family and whether the two of them are "a good match."I don't know if it's a choice from the heart, or if it's a choice to break free from the shackles of the mate bond.But at the same time, it seems to me that it is more like a gamble and a risk.And Johnson’s strange behaviour today didn’t help matters. I remembered his blood red eyes. The way his face had contorted and twisted. The feel of his hand crushing mine.What had that been about?Was it his Lycan bloodline?And he had basically accosted Liam. He’d been belligerent and ornery. Then he’d been outright rude to Stevia.I felt uneasy.I knew Johnson very well. Or at least, I thought I did. But this side of him? It had my mind spiraling.I decided to confront him. I had questions, and I needed to know the a
Trista’s POV The next morning at my office, Hazel and I were hashing out the details of the seating plan for her reception dinner.“And…” Hazel said with a flourish, “you and Johnson will sit here.” She put a sticky note on a table at the front.She paused, staring at the seating plan. “You know, I’m a bit surprised you’re taking Johnson,” she said. “Has he ever been to a pack? I mean, like a real werewolf pack?”I shook my head. “No. But there’s a first time for everything,” I said with a smile.“Hm.”I sensed that she had more to say, so I prompted her.“You think it’s a bad idea? Taking Johnson with me?”“Not at all,” she smiled. “Please don’t get me wrong. I support you no matter what. It’s just that, well, I guess I hoped that maybe you and Liam…”I cut her off. “Me and Liam? Are you serious, Hazel? You know what he put me through! You were there!” I couldn’t believe it. Was Hazel secretly holding onto hope that Liam and I would get back together.”“I know,” she sighed. “But pe
Trista’s POVI woke up groggy on the plane just as it was about to land. My head was still resting on Liam’s chest, and when I lifted it, I noticed I had left a small drool stain on his shirt.“Oh my god,” I said, mortified by the stain. “I’m so sorry.”Liam chuckled. “You should apologize to the other passengers, too. You were snoring so loud, it literally rattled the windows.”“What?” I asked, horrified. I was snoring? “Why didn’t you stop me?”“You were so cute, all fast asleep, snoring like a train and drooling like a toddler,” Liam teased, “Kidding.”I elbowed him hard in the ribs.“Did you get any sleep?” I asked, concerned.“A little,” he winked. “In between your snores.”“Ha ha,” I mocked, rolling my eyes. The seat belt fasten sign came on and we prepared for landing. Now that we were back in the United States, I was anxious to see Billy and Belle. Hazel, too. I’d missed them all a lot.I whipped out my phone as we de-boarded the plane. I called my house but no one answered. I
“It was,” I admitted. “Especially at first. I had no job and I was terrified that me and the babies would be forced to live out on the streets. But as soon as I moved to Milan, I met Johnson.” I stopped and smiled faintly. It was impossible to tell Liam about my struggles with Billy and Belle without mentioning Johnson. I worried for a moment that Liam would take offense to me talking about Johnson. Liam had, after all, made it pretty clear how he felt about Johnson. But to my surprise, he squeezed my hand and urged me to continue.“Johnson was a god sent,” I told Liam. “He gave me a job and took me under his wing. We became…really good friends. And with time, we became more, even though I don’t really know what that is yet. Johnson was always there for us, all three of us, and Billy and Belle adore him. They love him, they really do. And I’ve come to rely on him. I know you and Johnson don’t exactly see eye-to-eye, Liam. But he’s a good man. A loyal man. A kind, loving man. He’s my…”
Trista’s POV“What?” I blurted out, but I was immediately hushed by a man behind us.“For the love of God, just go to sleep,” the man said. Liam and eyed each other, then we both brought our heads closer together so we could keep talking, but more quietly.“They’re mine, aren’t they?” he repeated, without even the slightest hint of anger in his voice. “Billy and Belle?”I’d feared this conversation for so long. I’d been carrying this secret with me from the day they were born. I’d spent years swearing to myself that Liam could never know the truth about his children, that it was a secret I’d keep from until my grave. But from the moment Liam had come back into my life, I’d questioned whether lying to Liam was the right thing to do.Hazel and I had talked about it many times. She gently asked me if raising my kids without a pack was really what I wanted. As far as they knew, they were human. The human world was all Billy and Belle had ever known, but I knew I couldn’t keep their true i
Trista’s POV“Because I still had feelings for you?” I asked.“Yes,” he said, his eyes fixed on his hands. “Because I still had feelings for you so I thought maybe you did too.”“I didn’t,” I said gently. I was surprised that Liam was confessing this all to me, but at the same time, it didn’t really matter to me. If he had been struggling with regret and lingering feelings for me during his marriage to Lucy, well, that was his own damn fault. I was tired of conversations like these. I needed him to understand that whatever feelings he might still be harboring for me were not reciprocal on my part. “Well, thanks for clearing that up,” he said flatly. Then he turned away from me, back to the window. The easy, casual feeling between us was gone. The air was tense now and I didn’t like it. The plane ride had been enjoyable up until that point, and I wanted it to be that way again. I decided to change the subject. I didn’t want to talk about ‘us’ and our past anymore. I wanted to focus
Trista’s POV“A confession?” I asked, momentarily stunned by the seriousness of his voice and expression. What could he possibly have to confess, I wondered. But a moment later, he continued.“It wasn’t just after Lucy betrayed me that I wanted to win you back,” he said, his voice steady.“What? What do you mean?” I asked. Where was he going with this? What was he insinuating?“This is hard for me to admit, Trista. But I wanted you back long before that.”“Liam,” I started. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear this, but he cut me off.“You’re right. Lucy and I travelled a lot. We went to tons of beautiful places. Tropical beaches with white sand. Stunning European cities with ancient architecture. We even did a safari in Africa.” He paused.“Sounds nice,” I said dryly. What was his point? I already knew all this. I’d seen pictures of him and Lucy at various galas all over the world. Her in a long silk dress, him in a tuxedo, both smiling, hand in hand. I’d also seen the pictures of them on
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. “