Violet’s P.O.VWhat the hell did I just do? I must’ve been having an out of body moment, because as I looked down, I could see myself descending into a full blown spiral.Lorenzo Santino and his mother, head of the fucking Mafia, were dead.Olive, who was comatose in the front seat, was clearly going through the same inner struggle as I was. Then again, I never did ask whether or not Olive had ever killed before. Up until now, it wasn’t exactly a question that crossed my mind.Like some kind of femme fatale, I set their bodies and the entire bar on fire. Oh, this was so not good. Goddess, if Elijah knew the kind of person I was turning into, he’d likely have a stroke.There was a war brewing in my body, tearing my soul in two. The girl I once was, the one who only knew danger through the novels she read, was fighting the person I had always been, the one I caught glimpses of in my forgotten memories.I didn’t want to be a murderer, but I couldn’t go back to the girl who was terrified
Violet’s P.O.V.It was Olive, and she was pissed. Rarely ever did she raise her voice, or toss aside her cool and aloof persona. The octave she was hitting told me exactly who was on the receiving end of her wrath. “I didn’t know, Olive. Fuck! Do you think I’d knowingly put either of you in danger?”There was a sharp smack that had me stopping in my tracks, my feet sinking into the dark carpet I stood on. Erik wouldn’t have hit his sister, no matter what stupid mistakes he’d made. If it was Olive that resorted to violence, then I was truly worried for their relationship.“She has someone after her, Erik!” She hissed venomously. “Someone who wants to kill her. If you had come to us with this instead of going behind my back, we could’ve told you that the person who wants Violet dead knows the Santino family.”I didn’t dare let myself think about the fact that my mother’s stalker hadn’t wanted her dead. No, he wanted to keep her. In a way, that was worse.Erik was silent for several se
Violet’s P.O.V.“Are you alright, Violet? You seem a bit distracted.” Elijah’s voice pulled me back to the present, but in a way, it was worse than the storm clouds that now made up my thoughts.After Olive’s badass confrontation with her mother, Monday rolled around with a quickness that left me reeling. She was still worried about what we’d done to Cortana and Lorenzo, but so was I. Hael and Cole had gone back to the scene of the crime, wiped the footage of all nearby cameras, and destroyed Olive’s car so that it couldn’t be traced back to us.There was one problem—one Hael reluctantly told me, but only because I’d threatened never to speak to him again if he didn’t.In the wreckage, there were three bodies found.That of Cortana Santino and her son, and the last, a body guard who’s head had been used as a wedge to prop open the back door.Killer, as I dubbed him, was not among the dead.That meant he was not only very much alive, but he was the only person who knew some semblance o
Hael’s P.O.V.All night, I fought sleep.It would creep up on me, tugging at my eyelids. Without moving, not wanting to wake up the pale-haired angel clinging to me, I’d chase it away.I didn’t want to miss out on this—on any of it.When Violet told me to get into bed with her, I thought she’d finally lost her mind. Insanity wouldn’t have changed things between us, not one bit. Even if she were as unhinged as Ariana, I’d still want her.It was the fact that she wanted me close—wanted me touching her—that rendered me speechless.Playing with her, edging her towards a mind-shattering orgasm, was much different than this. In a way, this felt more intimate. It was something my mind screamed at me to run away from, while the mate-bond and my wolf beckoned me in closer.For hours I listened to her soft snores, watching the way her eyes moved beneath her lids, peppered with lavender veins that ended at her long lashes. Every pass my fingers made down her spine was met with a breathy, content
Hael’s P.O.V.I had no choice but to face how thoroughly Violet flipped my world on it’s head when I began to leave campus with every intention on spying on this friendly lunch date of hers.The old me would’ve stormed in there, shoved a knife in Cartier’s chest, and hauled Violet out by her silky blonde hair, but I was trying this new thing where I cared about what she wanted and how my violent tendencies might make her feel.If there was one person capable of foiling my plans, it was my father. As I slid into my car, the engine purring like a feline woken from it’s slumber, his name flashed onto the screen.I cursed and jammed my finger into the answer button, biting back the mirth in my voice when I spoke.“Yes, father?”“My office, Hael. Now.” He said, then click. Well, shit. This wasn’t good, but when were things ever good with my father?Typing out a quick text to Cole, I put the car in reverse and sped out of the lot. His reply flashed onto the screen, only to be read by a rob
Violet’s P.O.V.I settled into the vintage diner booth, and painted a nonchalant smile on my face. The leather creaked under my bottom, and the metal rim of the table was cold to the touch.The mouthwatering scent of burgers, milkshakes, and other fried foods hung in the air, meshing with the light chatter that filled the place. An old jukebox sat at the very end of a curved bar, playing Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds by the Beatles.“So, what do you think?” Holden said, a tinge of nervousness filling the smooth baritone that was his voice. He pushed the golden strands of hair that had fallen onto his forehead out of his face.I blinked, flushing because I’d completely missed what he said prior to his question. My mind had been elsewhere, on a set of dark eyes that plagued most of my waking thoughts. Hael’s words were haunting me, swirling in my head on the whisper of a dark promise that had my blood singing.“It’s nice.” I beamed, assuming he was talking about the diner we’d just step
Violet’s P.O.V.My body had a visceral reaction to the possessive fire in his voice, and even through the phone, I could feel the flames lick their way up my spine.Why did I like that so much? Was I developing a praise kink or something?Feeling just a tad flustered, I decided I’d return the gesture with one thing I knew would snare Hael’s attention.“Yes, sir.” I purred, then quickly hung up the phone.Olive whistled low, rolling onto her stomach. “You two need to jump each other’s bones already. I swear, I’m getting second-hand horny from all the tension between you two, and before you call me a creep, I’m pretty sure Cole’s feeling the same way.”A burst of laughter exploded from my chest, and I hurled one of the throw pillows her way.“That makes you both creeps!”We waited until it got dark to head over to the Violet Lounge. By the time we arrived, the gravel lot was packed with vehicles.A wave of nausea hit me full force as the memories of this place came flooding back, height
Hael’s P.O.V. We were heading back from the warehouse when Violet called. Son of a… I almost hadn’t answered considering the name that popped onto the screen was Olive’s, but intuition had me hitting the little green button instead of the red. It whispered in a knowing voice that Violet had likely gotten herself into trouble again. Sure enough, I’d been right. The two of them followed the ambulance carrying Erik Chen to the hospital, where we’d all meet up in just half an hour. I had a death grip on the steering wheel the entire drive, focusing on the road to divert my attention from how thoroughly pissed off I was. Violet, my disobedient little mate, couldn’t keep herself out of harms way. Part of me understood her inability to fully accept the situation, which was a feat in and of itself because I was not the understanding type. Without the memories of her past, she grew up in a nice little bubble nestled in the mountains. Bullying had been the worst of what she’d dealt with.
Violet’s P.O.V. Ten Years Later “I’ve got to say, I’m impressed. You’ve definitely improved.” I teased, slipping my arms around my husband’s waist as he stood over the stove. The brisket he tended to had been a twenty-four-hour project of his that he insisted on getting perfect. In fact, this entire dinner tonight had been cooked by him alone. It was his way of proving all my years of cooking lessons hadn’t gone unnoticed. He spun around with a piece of meat in his hand. I went to pluck it from his fingers only for him to move it just out of reach. He shook his head, his ebony hair falling over his brows. “Open up, princess.” I pulled him close, my stomach fluttering as I did as he asked. A groan slid past my lips at the rich, savory flavor. He really had improved in his cooking skills. Another year or two and he’d probably surpass me. One of his arms slid around my waist and remained there as he reached across the counter to grab one of the cupcakes he’d made. Rich chocolate and
Violet’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterDeep breaths, Violet. In and out just like Doctor Leanna said. There’s nothing to be afraid of, nothing at all.Hael squeezed my hand once, and I looked up to meet his knowing stare. The ring on my left hand twinkled in the sunlight as we walked. It was such a beautiful day, and I didn’t miss the irony of that fact as we headed into the maximum-security prison that loomed overhead.Today was the day of Dominic Harding’s execution.Trailing behind us was everyone Dominic, Alice, and Noah had ever hurt. My Mom and Dad were first, followed by Marcel in his wheelchair, then Sylvia, Olive, Cole, and Mykelle. Even Eric Chen was attending, though he was likely already waiting inside. The execution wouldn’t commence without us, leaving me with plenty of time to mull things over.I turned my head to the sky, drinking in the sunlight that warmed my cheeks. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight. It was as though the Goddess herself knew that today wasn’t a time fo
Hael’s P.O.V.One Week Later“Hael! You are in so much trouble.” Violet gasped, but I wasn’t hearing any of it.I paused in front of the doorway, the breath sucked from my lungs at the sight of my mate. You’d think it had been days since we last saw one another with how fast my heart was racing, yet it had only been a couple of hours. Her cheeks warmed beneath her pretty pink blush, and she toyed with the ends of her freshly cut hair nervously.The gown she wore was embedded with tiny gemstones that twinkled whenever she moved. I’d never seen fabric so shimmery before, almost like it had been sliced from the night sky. It was worth every penny to see it wrapped around her mouthwatering curves. Her pupils dilated as she took me in, and fuck if I didn’t love the way her breath hitched.I crossed the small dressing room in six strides and pulled her into my arms, her dress whooshing as it slid against my tux. There was so much raw emotion rushing through me that only her presence kept me
Violet’s P.O.V.The crowd’s chattering came to a halt as the sea of people parted. Voices faded into the distance until only one remained, louder than all the rest. Mykelle groaned from where she sat in the back of an ambulance and covered her face with her hands.“Coming through, coming through! Beta of Alpha Hael here and mate to the most beautiful she-wolf in this place. Come on, people, move it!”Cole shoved his way through the crowd, barreling through the caution tape so quickly that the warriors scattered to seal the breach. A handful ran after him, clearly not getting the memo that he had the authority to be here. Cole either didn’t notice their presence or didn’t care. His eyes were locked on one person in particular.A flutter of something warm and pleasant filled my chest as I watched the scene unfold.Mykelle scoffed at the sight of him, turning her nose up as though she could care less. The blush staining her cheeks and the way she combed her fingers through her hair said
Violet’s P.O.V.Hael stood from the injured wolf, radiating such pride that I wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and let him tell me it was finally over. I stumbled over to him when a bloodcurdling cry pierced the air.It was the scream of someone being mauled.“Mykelle, stop!” I shouted in time to watch her fling Dominic’s severed arm across the room.Oh fuck. My stomach clenched as I gagged. The massive wolf stepped off of Dominic’s chest, kicking him in the head with its hind leg. She pulled her muzzle back and flashed her blood-stained teeth. Was she grinning at me?Hael snorted, so I must’ve been right.“I know he’s the one that tormented your family and all, but why couldn’t you just let me finish him? I would’ve made it worthwhile.” Mykelle huffed, now standing between Hael and I with her arms folded over her naked chest. She lifted her hand to inspect her nails, a smirk tilting at her lips as she found her manicure still intact.“Don’t be selfish. If anyone deserve
Violet’s P.O.V.“You killed my brother.” Alice seethed, her eyes a shock of white across a canvas of blistering red.Hael cocked his head, the grin on his face both dark and playful. With a gentle hand he pushed me to the side, partially concealing me behind his back. The thudding upstairs continued without missing a beat, as did the drip, drip, drip, of Noah’s blood on the carpet.“I honestly thought he’d put up more of a fight, but instead he hid behind his gun like a coward. It’s not at all surprising that his sister’s exactly the same.”I reached out to stop him from goading her when I spotted the knife behind his back. The hilt was clutched tightly in his hand, and from the way his muscles bunched I knew he was preparing to strike. Alice snarled, the sound cracking off the walls of the small living room.“You think you’re going to trick me into dropping my gun? Please, I’m no fool. You know what? I’m actually thankful my whore of a sister survived when Noah threw her into that fi
Hael’s P.O.V.You’re never going to see her again.The fuck I wouldn’t.I scrambled off of Holden’s body, kicking the bastard in the head for good measure. He had said his name was Noah—the Noah. Absolute fury rushed through me, all of it directed at myself. How many times had he been within sniffing distance of Violet? Too many to count.He tried to kiss her. His fucking half-sister. Man, the guy really was messed up. Should’ve trusted my gut about him, but it was much too late for that.Marcel groaned as I turned him over, his face slathered with his own blood. With my fingers pressed against his throat, I felt around until I registered a small flutter. Atticus’s Beta had taken half a dozen bullets for me. The feeling it left me with was uncomfortable as fuck.“You stupid, lucky asshole. I really hate owing people.” I muttered as I swiped his phone off the floor.The first call I made was for an ambulance, while the second was to Cole. Thank fuck I’d memorized his number considering
Violet’s P.O.V.Dominic stood from his crouch and offered me his hand. While I wanted to bite him and tear a few fingers off as revenge for Olive, I didn’t. I swallowed the disgust that rose from this never-ending pit in my stomach and accepted his help.He didn’t let go though, not for several seconds.“I know you likely have mixed feelings for Hael, but I promise you this is for the best. You trusted me once, and I know that trust will return in due time. Still I feel the need to apologize.” His shoulders fell as he sighed, those dark brows furrowing.“Apologize for what?” Such a stupid question, but what didn’t he have to apologize for? He ruined my family’s life. That didn’t just call for an apology. It called for fucking vengeance.There was such genuine guilt on his face that my heart cried out in response.Dominic ran his hand down his jaw, clenching it as he spoke. “If I hadn’t been so absent, I would’ve noticed the signs. Hael was manipulating you this entire time, just as At
Violet’s P.O.V.The eyes I stared into were Elijah’s, the same man who had raised me these past ten years, but his face was no longer his own. Now that I had seen the mask fall, I’d never be able to go back to who I’d once been.It tore my heart in two to know that the man who had written those terrible letters to my Mom was also the man who had bought me my first cookbook. Elijah—it had been Elijah all along. Behind those soft eyes and his kind smile was the darkest kind of monster.No matter what I felt for him, I would not let him take me. If that meant playing into his sick fantasy, then so be it.I inched my way across the carpet, as far away from my vomit as I could get. The stench alone would make it impossible to speak without gagging. Elijah hovered over me, still on his knees with his hands out in that placating gesture. The sight of it made me sick.“I don’t understand how this is happening. You—You had us both. You had me at the cabin and my mother…” There was no need to f