Trista’s POVI tried to sleep, but sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned all night. Serena’s words kept replaying in my mind, like a recording on loop. My mate? A Lycan? The man I’d known (and thought was human) for five years?Eventually, the sun rose. I checked my phone. Nothing from Johnson. Well, at least I could tell the kids about the vacation.In fact, I had a BUSY day ahead, I realized as I threw back the covers. We were going on vacation TOMORROW! I had a hundred things to do to get ready….starting with the kids!“What if I told you there was a giant boat,” I teased them as I scrambled their eggs. “And on the boat were more sweets than you could ever eat. Soda pop, too.”They raised their eyebrows. “That sounds like a fairy tale boat,” Billy said skeptically.“It does,” I agreed. “But there’s more. It has waterslides. And playgrounds. And swimming pools. Would you like to go? On a boat like that?”They both nodded emphatically.“Good! Because Aunty Hazel bought us all
Trista’s POVThe ship Oceanic Dreams loomed above us.“Holy shit,” Hazel said, her mouth gaping wide open.“Language,” I elbowed her. “The children.” But I knew how she felt. I couldn’t believe this was our cruise ship! I’d seen pictures, drooled over them actually. But seeing it here, in real life! No pictures could do this cruise ship justice. We were greeted immediately by a woman in a suit.“Welcome aboard Oceanic Dreams,” she smiled at us. “I’m Krista, and I’ll be your personal hostess during your time aboard. We have some wonderful port trips planned for you, as well as some pre-purchased tickets.”She motioned for us to follow her onto the ship. “Your luggage will be taken care of. I assume you’d like us to unpack it for you?”Unpack it? Holy crap. This was the lap of luxury. I’d never, in my whole life, had someone else unpack for me.“Yes, of course,” Hazel said, as though this treatment was perfectly normal for her. Then she winked at me when our hostess wasn’t looking.“Gr
Trista’s POV “The High Seine is an annual event,” Lucian explained. “It attracts the richest, most elite people in high society from all over the world. It’s invite only, which might be why you’ve never heard of it. It’s not publicized. Not for ordinary people, anyway.”“Sounds intriguing,” Hazel said.I raised my eyebrow. Ordinary people? That was a snobby thing to say. But he didn’t seem to notice. It was normal for him. The world was separated into two factions: high society and ‘normal people’ – aka: the rich and the rest.“Intriguing,” he repeated. He clucked his tongue. “Yes. I guess that’s one word for it,” Lucian smiled. He had an easy way about him. His eyes were a frosty blue, almost translucent and then sparkled when he talked. He told us all about the auction, about some of the jewelry pieces that had been sold there. Apparently, people dished out big money to buy one of a kind pieces. There was no other auction in the world like it.I listened intently. It sounded fabul
Trista’s POVDinner was resplendent. Lucian told us more about the High Seine auction. But whenever I tried to bring up the competition, he was either vague, or he changed the subject. I realized I would have to figure this out on my own. Other than that, he was warm, friendly, and very charismatic. After dinner, we made our way over to the theater for the Broadway Review. Kirsta had snagged us some pretty amazing seats – we were in a box. We had an unobstructed view of the entire stage.“The rich really have it made,” I said to Hazel as the curtains went up.“Agreed,” she replied. We even had our own private butler for the box. He made sure our champagne glasses were always full and brought us caviar and fancy cheeses (although I couldn't possibly eat another bite after the dinner we’d just had.)During the show, I couldn’t help but side-eye Hazel and Lucian. He was decked out in an Italian silk suit, dark and elegant. Hazel was wearing a sleek cocktail dress, her hair pulled back in
Trista’s POVI felt a little sad when I heard Hazel say that. I still remember when we were teenagers, she mentioned that we might both have a mate, and her eyes were like stars. “Hazel, you can do both. You can have a relationship AND be a great Beta for Blue Moon Crescent.”She nodded pensively. Then she turned to me with a half smile. “I know you believe that. But it’s different for me, Tris. You’ve already had such an exciting life! I mean, come on! You got a degree and lived in New York City! Then you moved to Milan. You have an amazing career. You’ve traveled. You’ve seen things. You’ve experiences I could only dream about.” Her voiced was tinged with sadness. “And what have I done? Nothing. My parents both spent their whole lives in the pack. And so far, I have too. But I don’t want to be like them. I envy you, Trista. I want to be like you. You understand the human world. You’re a part of it. You integrated so well.”“I integrated because my wolf is disabled,” I interrupted.
Trista’s POVThe next few days passed by in a blur. We tried everything on the ship: rock wall climbing, ziplines, go karts, mini golf, and of course, plenty of time at the water park. We spent our mornings and afternoons with Billy and Belle. Their own private nanny followed us everywhere, and the children didn’t want for anything.At night, we took them to the kids’ camp and gorged on exquisite 5-star dining. Italian, French, East Indian, Japanese – there was a restaurant specializing in every cuisine under the sun! After dinner, we took in shows, or went dancing.We were having the time of our lives, soaking up every single minute.Lucian reached out to us a few times, inviting us to dinner, or drinks, or another show. We politely declined. It wasn’t that we didn’t want to see him. It’s just that we wanted to focus on ourselves. Hazel was reluctant to be with Lucian, knowing he was her human mate. She wanted this trip to be about US – about girltime. Not about relationships.“MAMA!
Trista’s POVLucian passed us.He swam so beautifully, almost like a fish, that I would have applauded him if my child hadn't been waiting for rescue in the water.He was at Bella's side in a flash, then pushed her with one hand and quickly brought her back to us. Belle, my sweetheart. Her wet hair clung to her face, but she smiled as she clamored into the boat. I hugged her fiercely.“Thank you,” I said to Lucian. He was holding the side of the boat with one hand, and paddling the water with his other. He smiled up at us, his tan face showing off his gleaming white teeth.“No worries,” he said. “I love a good exercise swim.” Then he hefted himself up and over the side of the boat.I caught Hazel watching him as he climbed into the boat. I didn’t blame her. His muscles strained and flexed as he pulled himself up. He was only wearing swimming trunks, and his wet, tan chest glistened in the sunlight.I saw her blush and look away.“I knew you couldn’t swim,” he told us, as he sat hims
Trista’s POVBelle, Billy, and I strolled through the onboard botanical gardens, ice cream in hand.“Look, Mamma,” Belle said, “a flutterby!”“Butterfly,” I corrected her. They both giggled as it landed on a flower right in front of them.The garden was in an atrium, and it boasted a wide variety of butterflies. Strolling through the garden was a lovely way to spend the afternoon. Hazel was with Lucian. He’d offered to give us both swimming lessons, but I politely declined. Billy and Belle (Belle especially) had had enough water escapades for one day. They’d been bugging me to see the butterfly house, (as they called it), so I told Lucian and Hazel that I needed to be with the kids.Lucian had wasted no time in getting Hazel in the water. We walked by them on our way to the atrium. They were in the rooftop pool. He was holding her around her waist, quite tightly I might add, while she frantically kicked her feet.I think his offer of swimming lessons was really just an excuse to get