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
Trista’s POVWe had a blast in Dubai, but after a few days we were happy to leave the desert heat and explore more of Europe. We went to Turkey and lounged around in the Turkish baths. Then went to Greece and marveled at the Ancient Greek ruins. We went to Germany and gorged ourselves on beer and sausages. Billy and Belle behaved so well everywhere we went. Hazel and I were in our glory exploring all the cities we’d dreamed about visiting when we were just children. We got around easily, since Johnson had arranged for a private interpreter and tour guide in each city. I tried calling him to thank him, but his phone always went to voicemail. I had shimmers of doubt about his secrecy, but he’d arranged to have flowers in every hotel room we stayed at. Gorgeous, decadent bouquets. So I decided not to dwell on it. I mean, we were in Europe! I wanted to take advantage of every minute. Besides, I was confident that Johnson was just busy with work, like he said. I finally got a hold of
Trista’s POV Our first stop in Italy was Rome.Hazel and I had argued a bit about this. She was eager to see Milan. But I wanted to see Rome. And I wanted the kids to see the Sistine Chapel. Hazel didn’t understand. “How many times have you been to Rome?” she asked. “I mean, come on, Trista, you used to live here.”“No, I lived in Milan,” I told her. “I actually never went to Rome.”I’d been so busy when I lived in Milan that I hadn’t had time to explore all the other cities in Italy, Rome included. And since this was a vacation, I insisted we go to Rome. We were, however, at the end of our trip and there wasn’t much time left.“Fine,” she relented. “But only for the day.”I secretly wondered if her urgency to get to Milan had anything to do with Lucian. But of course, I didn’t say anything. We were booked to take a train that night to Milan. So we did a whirlwind visit of the Vatican, The Sistine Chapel, and the Colosseum before hopping on the train. “And no, there is no tim
Trista’s POV The next morning, I whipped up some Italian crepes for everyone, including Hazel. The twins ran eagerly to the table to devour the sweet treat, but when I texted Hazel to let her know I’d made breakfast, she didn’t reply.I wasn’t concerned though; I imagined that her and Lucian were lounging around in bed casually sipping coffee. I was happy for her.However, when she burst through the door an hour later, she had a scowl on her face. Her hair was disheveled and she had dark rings under her eyes from lack of sleep. She took a seat at the table and hunched over, her hand resting under her chin, and sighed deeply.This did not look like a woman who had spent the night in the throes of passion.Quite the contrary. She looked like a woman who’d be up all night pacing and fretting about something.“Rough night?” I asked, deciding to broach the subject directly.Hazel sighed again, then looked pensively at her plate. I knew she had something to tell me and she was debating whe
Trista’s POVI called a neighbor and asked if she could look after the children while Hazel and I went out. We were determined to confront Lucian together – a united front. The neighbor was happy to oblige. She remembered Billy and Belle.She rushed over, her arms full of boardgames.“Thank you so much,” I told her as she plunked the games down on the table.“Oh my, look at you two,” she gushed. “You’ve grown so much!”Hazel and I collected our coats, but Belle stopped us at the door. She thrust out a small fish toy.“Give this back to Lucian,” she puffed. “I don’t want it anymore.”Billy and Belle had Lucian. He’d saved their lives, after all! But they knew that Aunty Hazel was upset. And that Lucian was the cause. So they were Team Hazel all the way.I took the fish toy from Belle and kissed her on the forehead. Then we left the building and clamored into a cab.We pulled up to Lucian’s building. It wasn’t too tall, but it was ornate. It had a vintage look and feel, opulenc
Trista’s POVAwkward wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the feeling in Lucian’s flat as the four of us sat, two on each couch, facing each other. Lucain pressed an ice pack to his jaw, right where Hazel had punched him.Liam had broken up the fight outside and Lucian has asked us all to follow him to his apartment. We’d all taken our seats on these couches, and now we sat, awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact. Every so often, I caught Hazel’s eyes and tried to ask her with my expression what Liam was doing here?She just raised her eyebrows and shrugged.I’d been shocked to see Liam, of all people, emerge from the building. It was too much of a coincidence, I realized. Liam just happened to be in the same building that Lucian lived in? In Italy?No, there was something else going on here.Truth be told, though, Liam looked just as shocked to see us as we were to see him, though. He looked at us quizzically. After a few more minutes, I couldn’t take the silence anymore.“I assume
He chucked then. “Of course,” he said, shaking his head. “Well isn’t that convenient,” he said mockingly. “You go and get a position at an acclaimed company like HS without any prior accolades, a company that just HAPPENS to be owned by your ex-husband. Imagine that?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm now. He was clearly implying that the only reason I was given my own brand was because Liam was my ex-husband.“That had nothing to do with it,” Hazel snapped.“Right,” he said flatly. “I’m sure it didn’t. But then again, what would you know of it? A lucky woman like you? You know, Hazel, not everyone is as fortunate as you. Not everyone has everything handed to them on a silver platter. And just because you happen to know a very wealthy, powerful man, well, that doesn’t mean you should get everything so easily. Especially honor and fame.”“What are you saying?” Hazel gasped.I gasped too, completely taken aback by Lucian’s audacity.“If you have something to say, just come out and sa
Trista’s POVI inadvertently glanced at Liam. I was surprised! Really? Where did that come from? That slew of compliments? He actually thought I was talented? Who knew? Not me. At least, I’d never thought he believed I was.And as for my shares and position in the company? Deep down, I’d honestly believed that Liam had given those things to me because he wanted me back. But now? Had he really given me shares and my position based solely on my talent?It appeared so. Why else would he come all this way to see Lucian?He flashed me a smile and I couldn’t help but smile back. He was defending me. He had come here, to Italy, to find Lucian himself. So he could persuade Lucian to let me to enter the competition. Of course, he didn’t know that Hazel and I had already met Lucian on the cruise ship. We’d have to tell him, but now didn’t seem like the right time. Liam kept his gaze fixed on me.“Trista WILL be famous one day. I have no doubts about it.”I felt a flutter in my heart. It was re
“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