DIMITRI'S POVI roused when the sun seeping through an open curtain found my face. It wasn't soft or warm. The heat was overwhelming. I turned to my other side and in doing so, sleep eluded me.My eyes flashed open as I stared at the ceiling. My head was throbbing with the dull ache of a hangover, a familiar sensation after a night of excessive drinking.There were also flashes from the previous night that I struggled to piece together and failed to do so miserably.My memories remained hazy, like fragments of a dream slipping through my fingers. I vaguely recalled the sensation of warm lips against mine, a fleeting moment of intimacy lingering in the recesses of my mind.Milana maybe.Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to shake off the remnants of grogginess clouding my thoughts. The icy shock of the water jolted me awake, if only momentarily, as I steadied myself before venturing back into my bedroom.I had barely ma
EVA'S POV"Luna Eva, envoys from the Lily of the Valley are here," Amity told me first thing in the morning while I was preoccupied with what the hell was going on in my life. I turned away from my dressing mirror and faced her. "Envoys?"I remembered what the doctor told me. That it would be better if he spoke to me today. I did not actually think he would bring the whole pack. It made me wonder what this was about. I fixed my hair and immediately marched down to the lounge to meet the pack envoys.To my surprise, however, Hector's father seemed to be leading the envoys. It had been years since I had seen the man. For starters, the disease that Dimitri passed on to many of the pack members was eating at him badly and he wanted nothing to do with the Lycans because he was ashamed of what Hector had done."Beta," I bowed. "What brings you here? If this is another one of the pack's demands for me to rise to my father's–""No." The man cut in, raising his palm to my face as if telling
CAMILLE'S POVIt had been maybe six in the morning when I woke Neal and told him I wanted to leave the castle.My job was done, and Neal didn't object to driving me. He did, however, insist I see Dimitri before departing.Fortunately, I managed to sway him from that idea.I was thankful the kids were still asleep when I loaded them into the car with my things, and Neal drove us out."I take it you're not interested in the curse anymore," Neal mentioned as we reached the gate.He opened a window, showing the sentinels he was with us. They let us through without question."I am," I replied. The curse couldn't be ignored, especially with my child in the picture."Really?" Neal sounded skeptical, his eyebrows raised. "You're not meeting the first sentinel?"Collins whined in his sleep, and I brought him onto my lap, stroking his head. "You mentioned he wasn't reliable due to his dementia," I lied smoothly.Neal's gaze shifted back to the road. "A broken clock is right twice a day. You wer
DIMITRI'S POVShe was gone! Why? The beast upon hearing that grumbled. My thoughts were everywhere all at once. Nothing made sense. With a nonchalant front, I was about to tell the sentinel to put a call through to Neal and ensure that Cameryn was returned to the palace to end this madness. But before the words could even leave my mouth, Eva stood up from where she sat and marched towards the doctor. "What do you mean Camille is alive?" She screeched. I could only understand. Hearing about her sister who was dead would bring considerable trauma. Which was why it only made me boil. I was only going on an assumption. But something told me that the Beta of the Lily of the Valley was only causing this chaos because word must have gotten to him that his son was now healthy again. It always struck me as odd how the man didn't show up to defend his son when it was revealed that he was the culprit behind the explosion. An Alpha and his Beta had a unique bond. But nothing could overshado
CAMILLE'S POVOnce Neal left, I called Megan to come and babysit the kids since it was a Saturday. "Miss Gallagher, are you alright?" She asked as soon as she arrived. "Those men were really scary.""I'm fine," I assured her. "You won't have to spend so much time with the kids today. I should be back sometime in the afternoon."Megan nodded. "And the men, they won't show up again, will they?""Of course not," I promised her again. "They simply needed my help then. They aren't bad people."Once that was settled, I left Megan with the kids and flagged down a taxi to drive me to Ophelia Cottonwood's home. Ophelia was a talented maternity witch who had left her coven; the Begonia because they wouldn't allow her to use her talents on women who weren't affiliated with the coven. In the back of the taxi where I sat, I thought about her. Ophelia was also the only one that I hadn't hidden myself from. She knew who I was and she had kept my secret for years. So when I revealed to her that m
CAMILLE'S POV"I..." I tried to speak but the words wouldn't come out. I was still reeling from the new vision I had gotten and the witch pointing a ball of hot fire in my face did not help matters one bit. "Speak!" The witch shrieked as the fireball inched close. "I am a sister," Ophelia yelled back in response. My heart raced as tension crackled in the air. The witch holding me at bay with a ball of fire seemed to ease her stance at Ophelia's declaration. That shift gave me the slim opportunity to turn to Ophelia's side. Like me, there was a witch with Ophelia. She wielded a blade made entirely of air dangerously close to the nape of Ophelia's throat that it drew blood. "A sister?" The one with the sword of air scoffed. "I do not know you.""I am Ophelia Cottonwood," Ophelia retorted, clearly offended. "Practically a legend within these walls."The mention of Ophelia's name seemed to ripple through the air, sparking recognition even in the face of scepticism."Cottonwood?" The
CAMILLE'S POVThe Supreme looked like she was about to refuse. I watched her face as she considered it and when she opened her mouth, I expected to be hit with a blatant no. "Girls," she finally spoke. "Take our guest here to the graveyard."She accepted? I turned to Ophelia, trying to read her body language. It was stiff and there was shock in her eyes. Probably because she also could not believe that the supreme of the coven gave in to my demands. The Supreme followed my gaze and chuckled when she realized that it was Ophelia I was staring at. "Can Ophelia come with me?" I asked. "No," was her response. "I have a business to discuss with her. It would be in your best interest to dally on to the graveyard."I clenched my fists. I didn't feel comfortable. Leaving Ophelia felt like I was throwing her to the wolves. It didn't matter if Ophelia had already promised that she wasn't a slave and returning to the coven only meant there would be more restrictions on what she could do and
EVA'S POVAdele's words rang in my ear a hundred times."Trash is trash and at the end of the day, a nobody is a nobody."I almost had it all at the tip of my fingers. Everything was going to be mine. But she returned. The rage blinded me for a second and I punched into a wall. I didn't care if my bones shattered, I needed to distract my brain. The pain consuming me came from there. Not my battered hands. Why? Why had she shown up now? Five years and she had been silent. Has she been plotting this? "Eva," I heard a familiar voice. I turned to face her. Milana was frantic as she jogged my way. "What is going on?"What was going on? My life was about to be over. Unless..."Milana," I forced a smile and hid my battered hand. "Why are you here? You aren't supposed to be here.""I heard your pack is here. But the whole palace seems so tense and no one will tell me anything.""Oh... Dimitri must have spread the word." I responded. "I am not sure if it is in my place to say.""I'm confus