Hael’s P.O.V.I’d never deserve her; I realized back at the river.No matter what I did, no matter how I atoned for all of the death and destruction, I’d never earn the love of the angel who cried out my name with the reverence and passion of a person calling out for their God.Tonight was both a thank you, and a punishment for my stubborn little mate.She’d been too willing to strip bare in front of two other men and hadn’t even hesitated to use it against me to get what she wanted. For that, I had to punish her. I wasn’t blind to why she did it though.It was to calm me down, to pull me out of the dark clutches of the monster in my head. To pry its claws from my flesh and set me free.It worked, and for that I had to thank her.I didn’t stop until her legs had turned to mush and her cries bordered on the slick sweetness between pleasure and pain. Tears tracked her eyes, as they always did when orgasm after orgasm wracked her curvy body, and I kissed each one from her cheeks until th
Hael’s P.O.V.When I first heard her breathy moan from down the hall, I just about lost it. The need to claim her, to recreate that night again and again, had been so strong that I nearly tore my bedroom door down to get to her.With Elijah home and catering to her every whim, I couldn’t risk fucking her like she needed—like I needed.That didn’t stop my demented little mate from touching herself.“I didn’t—”When we locked eyes over breakfast that morning and I saw the blush that stained her face, I knew she’d done it on purpose. I vowed at that moment to make her pay but hadn’t had an opportunity until now.“On your knees mate.” She stalked towards me with slow, measured steps. I knew I was in for it when she offered me a crooked little smile. “What if I told you to get on your knees. Would you do it?”The curve of her nails dug into my skin as she traced the length of the scar on my chest. A faint pink line appeared, fading as quickly as it had come. I didn’t let her see the way
Violet’s P.O.V.The mood of the crowd hovered somewhere between excited and worried that all hell had officially broken loose.It had. They knew it, I knew it, and most importantly, the two shirtless men gearing up to fight one another to the death knew it.What the crowd didn’t know was how different those two men were, despite the fact that their raven hair, muscular builds, and eyes of polished obsidian, rendered them nearly identical. They had no idea that the fate of their people hinged on who would win tonight.It was hard to believe that just one hour ago, the younger of the two men had been curled around me in bed, whispering words sweeter than I’d ever known in my ear. With the scent of me on his lips and flesh, he stepped into the arena constructed on Xavier’s property.Where his hands had caressed me, squeezing gently as they coaxed every bit of pleasure from my body, they would now be used to kill.What had been even more unbelievable wasn’t the fact that Sylvia said nothi
Violet’s P.O.V.The once silent crowd erupted in deafening cheers. Arms flailed as voices floated towards the heavens. A full moon etched in silver looked down on us all, as though the Goddess herself had stood witness. They were still oblivious to what had just happened, not knowing that the woman who stood fifty feet to my left singlehandedly prevented the death of their old Alpha.Hael stood from his father’s body and looked my way, his feet planted in the bloodied sand. Through the roaring of the crowd, I caught glimpses of his swollen face.I wanted to tell you. Keeping this from you was the hardest thing I’d ever done, I thought to myself.Regardless of the torture Xavier had put him through, murdering him would’ve sent Hael spiraling headfirst into the same darkness that festered within his soul. I couldn’t stand by and watch as he was thrown back into the clutches of the monster his father taught him to be.Even if he hated me for it, I had to do something.Unfortunately, ther
Violet’s P.O.V.“Mom…” Mykelle’s voice was weak, torn in two though I wasn’t sure why. “You said we weren’t going to kill her.”“Shut up, stupid girl. Let me handle this before you ruin things any further.”Those venomous words had been hurled towards her own daughter, who took each one unflinchingly. I couldn’t think of a time when my mother had raised her voice to me in anything other than love and playfulness. This glimpse into Mykelle’s life was something I could’ve gone an eternity without.I didn’t want to know why she was the way she was—I didn’t want to understand.“You should’ve taken the chance when you had it, because now—now the only place you’re going to rule is the grave I have you buried in.” Imani tutted, the barrel of the gun dancing in front of my face.Mykelle eyes bounced between the two of us, straddling some invisible line between the person she was, and the one her mother wanted her to be. Her words were stronger this time, the fear encasing them growing thinner
Violet’s P.O.V.The medic stitching his chest flinched as he growled but resumed threading the needle through his flesh again and again. “You saved me though.” He ground out, “You made me realize that what I want does matter, and that I have every right to reach out and take it. Cole is supposed to be that for her, but she’s too fucking heartless to see it.”I shook my head in denial, a strange lump in my throat reserved for Mykelle alone.“It’s not that she’s heartless…Cole just came too late. It’s up to her to save herself now, and we need to give her the chance to do it. She deserves it, and so does Cole. Imani isn’t around to dictate her life anymore.”Hael’s shoulders dropped, and I knew it wasn’t because the medic had finished stitching up his chest. He stared up at me with eyes of unfathomable cruelty, ones that held warmth only when they fell upon my face. I basked in those flames, taking pride in knowing they lived and breathed for me alone.That was okay with me. If I needed
Violet’s P.O.V.I followed Hael up the winding staircase of polished marble, down the hall of stern looking portraits, to a door as plain as all the others in the house.Inside was a neatly made bed, an ordinary dresser, a tall mirror, and two doors I assumed led to the closet and bathroom. There was nothing that alluded to anyone having ever lived in here, which made it all the more surprising when Hael closed the door behind us and said, “This was my bedroom growing up.”I would’ve let my eyes roam the space, but there wasn’t much to look at. “Did he have it cleaned out when you left?”Hael shook his head, “No, it’s always looked like this.” Shadows danced in his eyes. “I don’t have good memories of this place. The basement was where he trained me. This bedroom was nothing more than a holding cell in between lessons.”Pain stole my breath away. Never would I be able to understand what Hael had gone through, and how irrevocably it changed him. I couldn’t help but wonder if like Mykel
Violet’s P.O.V.I could’ve spent the rest of the night in Hael’s arms, but fate had other plans.That being said, I couldn’t particularly complain when we opened the door to find Norma’s smiling face beaming up at us. There was a knowing glint in her eyes that I willfully ignored, and thankfully she didn’t feel the need to comment.“Norma, what are you doing here? I thought you’d be back at Sylvia’s.” I said, leaning against the doorframe. Hael appeared from the bathroom, dressed in clean, blood-free clothes.“Hah! You think I’d miss that one fightin’ his old man? Not a chance. Had to see for myself that you’re alright.” Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she scanned Hael’s form. “You good, kid?”Hael slithered up behind me. I didn’t need to turn to feel his presence lurking over my shoulder. Now that the bond was complete, it felt like a tether binding us together.“I’ve had worse injuries.” Norma’s lips fell at his confession.She grimaced, “And your arm?”Hael lifted the limb his
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