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 POV“Can we PLEASE take the Ferrari?” I begged Johnson.We were standing in the driveway, dressed up and ready for the big wedding. The morning had not gone well. I tried to make breakfast for the kids, but I burnt the pancakes. Then Billy tripped on his way to the bathroom and scraped his knee. Gladice was late because she’d had some sort of personal problem to deal with. So I’d barely had enough time to get ready!And now, Johnson and I were arguing over which car to take. He wanted to drive to the wedding in my crappy old beater. I wanted to arrive in style, in my Ferrari. It was my best friend’s wedding, after all!He was firm though, so my shitty car it was!I was agitated at first, but the day was beautiful with clear blue skies and sunshine. It was a bit of a drive to Red Moon, up the coast to the south side of New Jersey. Red Moon Crescent pack was near the ocean, and I rolled down the windows to let the salty ocean air fill the car. Because the journey was quite lon
Trista’s POV“I want a divorce and to end our mate bond.” I didn't expect this to be the first thing my alpha husband said to me on the night of our 3rd wedding anniversary… -Few hours ago-“Please, Moon Goddess, open the mindlink!” I prayed, but it didn’t work. Liam had closed it.I prepared a fancier-than-usual dinner for this special day, but my husband turned off the mindlink to me.It's already 9:40pm, so I scraped his plate of steak and mashed potatoes, (now cold), into a container. My maid could take it home for her children. I worked hard on that dinner. I wanted someone to enjoy it.I squinted as I tried to snap the lid shut. I reached for my glasses. My eyesight isn’t so great, so I have to wear these thick-rimmed glasses. That’s more than I can say for my poor wolf, though. My wolf was born blind. There’s no glasses to help with that.I sighed deeply and sat at the kitchen table. I’d been Luna of Blue Moon Crescent Pack for three years, but I didn’t feel like a Luna at a
Trista’s POVI tossed and turned all night. I got up with the sunrise, but Liam was already gone. So I slapped some makeup on my face to try to cover the dark circles under my eyes. It didn’t help though. My eyes were too swollen from crying. Divorce.The word hit me again and my stomach turned. I couldn’t…I couldn’t even think about it. So instead I started my daily cleaning routine. The maids tip-toed around me, casting me sympathetic looks. They knew something was off with me and Liam. But they were kind enough not to mention it. They gently helped with my housework to show their support.Divorce.I scrubbed the kitchen floor on my hands and knees as hard as I could, like I was trying to scrub away the word. It just kept coming back though.At 10:00am, the kitchen door flew open. It was Hazel, Beta Jack’s daughter and my best friend.“Tell me everything,” she said, her eyes wide and sympathetic like my maids’.I smiled gratefully at her. Judging by the look on her face, she alr