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
Trista’s POV The last two days of the cruise went by in a blur. We ate until we thought we would puke. We sunbathed until our skin was tanner than it’s ever been. We danced until our feet hurt. And we explored every inch of that ship with Belle and Billy in tow. We saw Lucian a few more times, but mostly just for dinner.Hazel discreetly disappeared from time to time. She made lame excuses, like she was going for a run, or she was getting a pedicure. But I knew where she was. Looks like she had taken me up on my advice after all.Good. I was glad she was sneaking off to see Lucian. By the time we disembarked, I was ready to be back on dry land, even though the cruise had been an experience I would never, EVER forget.“First time in Dubai?” our cab driver asked in a thick Arabian accent.“Yes,” we both said, as we drove away from the cruise ship.“Well, you’re in for a real treat then,” he said. “Dubai is one of a kind. There’s no other city like it in the world. Ah, there she
“Mamma, I’m hot,” Belle said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.“Me too. I’m all wet.”“It is pretty hot,” Hazel admitted. We’d disembarked early in the morning, but now it was around noon. The temperature was climbing, and we weren’t used to the desert heat. I was worried the kids were going to get heat exhaustion. But just then, my phone buzzed. It was the hotel, our room was ready!We pulled into valet parking, excited to see our room. As we stepped out of the car, though, we were greeted by a pleasant-looking woman.“Hazel? Trista? My name is Aisha. I’m your private translator and tour guide. I missed you when you first pulled up. My apologies. And welcome to Dubai!”Private translator and tour guide? But…we didn’t….Johnson!He must have ordered this for us. Along with the Ferrari.“Well, this will make things a lot easier,” Hazel whispered into my ear as we followed Aisha into the lobby. She then informed us that we’d been upgraded to a top floor suite.“What?” Haze
Trista’s POVI stared at the phone.What was that?Johnson had been acting really strange. He’d been stuttering, which was NOT something Johnson ever did. I thought back to the days just before we left for the trip. The night after Hazel’s wedding, I’d woken up and he’d been gone. And he hadn’t come home. He hadn’t even called me until later that night to tell me he was tied up with business.Of course, at the time I had thought it was strange too. It wasn’t like him to disappear for a whole day. Plus, he had stayed in the city right up until the day I left. I really thought I’d see him before I went away. But nope. He’d been too busy with work.And now?I couldn’t shake the feeling that that was a strange phone call. He’d hung up really abruptly. Was it just me, or was he being a little mysterious lately? Was he really that busy at work? Or was he trying to hide something?I didn’t like thinking that way. I had no reason not to trust Johnson. So I tried to push the thought out of my
Trista’s POVClick.It was the hotel door. I glanced over at my clock. It was 6am. Hazel was sneaking back into her room. She’d been out all night!I closed my eyes and fell back asleep for a bit, but Billy and Belle woke me up a couple of hours later.I had Aisha order breakfast room service for us, with an extra cup of coffee for Hazel. I knew she’d need it. A little while later, she emerged from her bedroom with dark circles under her eyes.“Well if it isn’t sleeping beauty,” I teased her. “What did you get up to last night?”“Me?” she asked. “Nothing,” she said, reaching for the coffee. “I went to bed early. I think I had a touch of heat stroke. I’m not used to this desert heat.”“You went to bed early?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.No she didn’t! The little vixen was out all night. She even had a faint red mark on her neck.“I had a headache,” she lied to me. “The air conditioning wasn’t working well in my room. I hardly slept last night. I tossed and turned.”“Oh, I’m sorry to