Violet’s P.O.V.The last twelve hours were a blur that plagued my mind in spurts of color, sensation, and sound. They were a picture show played on repeat, flitting by so quickly that they blurred into one image.It was the last memory in the slide that made it so easy to slip into oblivion, and to allow it’s freezing water’s to carry me away into the shadowy clutches of a nightmare.My body tingled with the echo of Hael’s touch; his taste still curled around my tongue. With it came an odd but familiar sensation pulsating between my legs. The more I focused on it, the more I remembered.Desire. Euphoria. Desperation.No, I couldn’t handle this. I didn’t want to know what happened, so I fell into the arms of unconsciousness and allowed it to whisk me away.It wasn’t until I heard the scream of a child and recognized it as my own that I realized this wasn’t a nightmare at all.It was a memory.Four very old walls surrounded me, the wallpaper peeled and speckled with nicotine stains. Des
Violet’s P.O.V.Hael lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. If I had the strength, I would’ve jumped from the bed and tried to strangle the truth out of him. “You’ll figure it out. In the meantime, you have some explaining to do with Elijah. I’ll see you in a few days.”Wait, what?“A few days? Are you going somewhere?”Hael stopped a foot from his bedroom door. His eyes were blank as he said, “I’m leaving on business, but I’ll be back in a few days.”There was something about the vacant tone of his voice that felt off.“What kind of business?” I couldn’t stop myself from voicing the question out loud, and immediately regretted it when his face twisted into a deadly sneer.“Don’t get things twisted, princess. This agreement between us does not give you a right to my personal life. Don’t forget your place.”Each cold word stung me, burrowing beneath my skin no matter how vehemently I told myself they didn’t matter. Without another word or look in my direction, Hael left. Alone, sitting in
Violet’s P.O.V.“Have we met before?” I asked, repressing a shutter. Playing it dumb was the safest route I could think to take. At least until I found out what Sylvia wanted.“I’m well aware you remember this place, Violet. How much, I’m not sure. You wouldn’t look so shell-shocked if you didn’t, so let’s drop the pretenses. Shall we?”My shoulders slumped. Sylvia was right, and there was no point in trying to deny it any further. “Have you told Elijah?”Her eyes softened, running over my face with the whisper of a frown. “No, I haven’t. He and I are at a bit of an impasse when it comes to you and your memories. He wishes to protect you, and while I understand that, I believe it should be you to ultimately make the decision. There is much you don’t know, and I’ve never been a believer of that absurd phrase. What you don’t know most certainly can hurt you.”It was obvious she didn’t know how much I remembered. I had a feeling this conversation would’ve been going much differently if s
Violet’s P.O.V.“You better not have been kissing another goth.” She gasped dramatically, a smile toying at the corner’s of her lips. “Also, I said ‘I love you, you crazy bitch’. Get it right!”After laughing for several seconds, I wiped my eyes free of tears and grinned at her from across the living room. She hung off the edge of the loveseat, her hair draped over the pale leather as it spilled onto the floor.“There is something else…” I trailed off, suddenly a bit nervous. “You said to ask you this when I’m sober. It’s not my business, but are you attracted to women?”The lazy smirk that formed on Olive’s plum painted lips eased the tension coiling in the room.“Why? Are you asking me out?” She grinned, the expression lasting several seconds before being replaced by something serious. “You’ve done more for me than anyone else has. I think you’re well within your rights to ask a simple question. I just wish the answer was simple.”“Nothing’s simple.”“Isn’t that the damn truth.” She
Hael’s P.O.V.I stared down at the old lady’s corpse and sighed heavily.This job was supposed to be easy. Even my wolf was frustrated with this shit. We were supposed to have been long gone by now, heading back to Violet who I seemed to be hating less and less these days.That would have to change and fast. Until then, I had this mess to deal with. She wasn’t even my victim, which made things that much more complicated.The puddle of blood around her head and torso was still wet to the touch, which meant that whoever had taken her life had done so hours prior. From the single stab wound to her chest, I’d assume it was a silver blade that dealt the killing blow, but it was hard to be sure considering there were no obvious signs of a struggle.I had slipped in through a window around the back of the house during the dead of night. There wasn’t a single light in the neighborhood on, but even if there was, this didn’t seem like the kind of place where anyone would report suspicious beh
Violet’s P.O.V.With a sigh, I typed the name ‘Evelyn Langley’ into the search bar.It wasn’t just curiosity that drove me to search my mother on the internet. I was in desperate need of a distraction. The week had passed, and it was now Saturday afternoon and there was still no sign of Hael. No one else seemed the slightest bit worried, as though this was an every day occurrence.I’d been so desperate that when Sylvia asked me to come into the hospital for a few hours, I leapt at the chance. There was a stack of inpatient forms I needed to enter into the system, but even that passed all too quickly.I wasn’t at all surprised when the human search engines provided me with zilch. Lunar was the Werewolf equivalent to Google and had the most information on our kind than any other website.There was a large part of me that believed I’d never figure out the secrets of my past, which is why I was so shell-shocked when Lunar managed to drum up one single result. Even though the article’s tit
Violet’s P.O.V.I shouldn’t have asked. Shouldn’t have thrown caution to the wind to voice such a stupid question, but I couldn’t help myself.“Will you kill me once you get your answers?” I stared up at him through my lashes.There was this darkness—this heat—between us that drew me closer any time we were in the same room. With each encounter I began to realize that it was a living, breathing thing. A monster that thirsted for the heinous emotions we elicited from one another.I needed to fight it, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last.He ran his fingers over my face one last time, creating a path along my skin that burned. Whether the burn was from heat or ice, I didn’t know.“Maybe I’ll keep you as my pet, or maybe I’ll put you down after all.” He purred; his voice so soft that I was almost mesmerized. The threat behind his words wasn’t quite as believable as it had been in the past. He dropped his hand, and just like that the spell was shattered. “Now tell me what’s on
Hael’s P.O.V.It wasn’t until late in the afternoon on Sunday that I saw Violet again.She had been avoiding me, which I expected after our game Saturday night. Admittedly, I had slipped up. I’d given into the bond between us for just a split second before she reminded me why this agreement between us was in place.Now that I’d taken the time to get my head together, I didn’t have to worry about her soft smiles or the way her eyes sparkled with every emotion that passed through her. They meant nothing to me.Things were better this way. Easier.I had to remind myself of this when I walked into the kitchens and saw Violet flitting around the place like a rabbit scurrying from the clutches of a big bad wolf.There were over a dozen bottles and containers sprawled across the countertops. Most were missing their lids, which sat in odd places around the kitchen.Violet turned, noticing me looming in the doorway. There was a twitch in my chest that felt an awful lot like my heart skipping a
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