VioletI didn’t have to worry about sneaking downstairs to toy with the locks that night, because by the time Olive dropped me off, everyone in the house had gone to sleep. Hours prior, I had sent Elijah a text message letting him know I wouldn’t be home until late, but he actually didn’t mind. I think he was elated to see me doing normal young adult things, rather than spending my afternoons baking by my lonesome, waiting for him to get home from work. To keep up pretenses, we had to stop by Olive’s house to grab her plum-colored Porsche, but I didn’t mind the delay. When I sank into bed late that night, a pleasant exhaustion settled over my shoulders and carried me into oblivion.It wasn’t the best sleep I’d ever gotten, but it was also a far cry from the worst. There was minimal tossing and turning with a hint of night chills, both of which were forgotten when I slipped out of bed that morning. Typically, I’d take two of my four pills at night. To say I felt different was an un
Violet Halfway through lunch, I caught a glimpse of golden hair and baby blue eyes and felt my heart jump in my chest. Holden had just emerged from the line, a tray stacked with fruits and fire-grilled meats in his hand. There was a tug in my gut, bringing on an ache that didn’t exactly feel physical in nature. It drew my attention away from Holden to the other side of the lunchroom, where Hael sat glowering at the golden-haired football player. Holden’s shoulders slumped and he turned around, walking to a table full of his friends, and taking a seat. ‘That prick. Holden was going to sit with us!’ Lacey growled. ‘I take back what I said before, I can’t fucking stand the bad ones. I’ll take a boring jock any day.’I tried to catch Holden’s eye all throughout lunch but couldn’t manage to get anything more than a second long glance. It wasn’t until my last class that I got to talk to him. We’d gone to the Media Center for the remainder of class, so that everyone could get the chance
Hael’s P.O.V.‘Well, that was unexpected.’ Magnus commented, his voice somewhat amused even lost within the furthest reaches of my mind.I said nothing, standing there as I watched Violet scurry down the hall. She’d been cornered by Ethan Stewart, touched by the slimy piece of filth that now rolled on the ground groaning in agony. Without a trace of emotion on my face, my eyes slid down to the man in question.Thrashing a second time, Ethan’s head twisted up in my direction and finally, he noticed me standing there. I made no sound and gave no indication that I was currently drowning in fucking rage.I’d put out the memo days ago that Violet was mine.Well, I didn’t specifically say she was mine. Rather, I let the entire student body know she was strictly off limits, knowing they’d assume it was because of her lowly status in this pack.She was nothing but a sheep among wolves. One of the poor among the rich; beneath me, and beneath them.What incited my rage wasn’t that Ethan had dar
Hael’s P.O.V.I spent the rest of the afternoon killing time until the fight tonight, but even homework couldn’t keep my thoughts from straying to the slab of meat I’d analyzed for over an hour.The more notes I took on the body, measuring the depth of the wounds and the size of the teeth used to slice through his flesh, the more I came to agree that it was no feral attack.The feral’s were what us werewolves called those unlucky enough to have the worst case of the rogue gene. These were the wolves who had shifted and found themselves unable to take human form again. Trapped in the body of a wolf, they quickly went mad with rage and hunger.Even my mother, with all of her passion put towards finding a cure, knew that once the change happened, there was nothing that could be done.Only death could free a wolf that had gone feral.What was even more frustrating was trying to uncover who had killed the man. Were they a friend to Violet, or did they have their own vendetta against the pa
Hael’s P.O.V.I made a beeline for the roped off area, snatching a bottle of water off a waitress on the way. The closer I neared, the stronger the scent of cigars and expensive cologne became. A pair of baby blue eyes burned into mine as I stopped just a few feet away. They weren’t as pale as hers, but no one’s were.I didn’t bother glancing at the bodyguards that tried and failed to intimidate me. It was a hard feat to accomplish when the target of your intimidation had a good foot and a half over you.The man I’d come to speak with, whose pale eyes snagged my own, waved the bodyguards away.Lorenzo Santino would’ve been every woman’s wet dream if it weren’t for the constant sneer on his face. Where Cole could emulate any emotion he pleased, and I could wipe away every trace, Lorenzo could do neither. Everything he felt was on clear display at all times.More often than not, he had a habit of acting like a spoiled child. Neither werewolf nor human had the gall to call him out on it,
Hael’s P.O.V.From the sidelines, in a box cut off from the rest of the crowd, I watched Cole and another werewolf fight. There was something satisfying about seeing Cole shed his charismatic side, the one that made him friendly and approachable, and take on the form of a monster.Cole took as many blows as he dealt, but my future Beta was more than capable of handling himself in a fight. Every time his opponent would land a punch, drawing blood from some part of Cole’s body, he’d let out a laugh that bordered on insanity. Every opponent he faced balked at the sound of that laugh, remaining pale until the moment Cole left them flat on their back, unconscious and bloodied.Before long, I found myself stepping up to the circle, tilting my head at Cole’s shell-shocked expression.“Shit, dude. You’re fighting tonight?” He asked.It had been a while since I’d fought in the ring. There aren’t many werewolves stupid enough to go up against a future Alpha, but the ones that were did so thinki
Violet’s P.O.V. I tumbled headfirst into bed that night exhausted beyond belief. Between Eric, Olive, and I, we’d managed to get the pub ready for opening night. Eric himself had installed the hardwood floors and replaced the peeling wallpaper, which already made the place look a million times better. While we were in school, he replaced the light fixtures and got a few friends to bring in more furniture. After deep cleaning everything from the molding along the walls to the shelving unit Eric had taken off the old owners, the musty scent that had filled the pub was all but gone. We hung a few pictures up, mostly poster advertisements for the latest brands of beer and liquor and used a level to make sure each one was straight. All that was left was for Olive and me to rearrange the tables and chairs while Eric unloaded the truck and made sure things were stocked and prepped for tomorrow night. It was by pure luck that we had enough time to finish our homework, but not only did I fi
Violet’s P.O.V.“Lacey?” I called out, wavering when my voice echoed. There was a tremor in it that I couldn’t shake. “Whose there?”It had this dream-like quality that thickened the sound until it was almost something tangible. I reached out into the space in front of me, wondering if I could feel where my words had hit the air.I stilled, my fingers still extended, when a voice slithered past my ear.“Not Lacey.” It growled quietly.That inhuman voice was like a shot of adrenaline straight into my bloodstream. Without turning around, I broke out into a sprint, kicking off the carpet that bunched under my feet.The hallway curved right, and I took the turn without slowing down or looking back. Everything was the same, identical right down to the grey doors and the carpet beneath my feet. Sconces and doors bathed in the same muted colors flitted past as I ran, but the only thing I could focus on was the thundering in my ears and the fact that something was breathing down my neck.I co
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