VioletI refused to look his way, even if his stare was a mixture between a soft caress and a brutal shove. Hael kept his distance for the time being, opting to glower at me from across the room like I was the one who choked him out.There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his existence.You’d think he’d be grateful I kept the charade between him and Mykelle a secret considering he’d been nothing but a nightmare since we first met. Not only did he shatter the fairytale every she-wolf envisioned when they finally felt the bond snap into place, but he couldn’t even do me the favor of rejecting me himself.‘Maybe we should reconsider spilling his secret.’ Lacey muttered, still enraged from the incident in the dressing room.Our last day of high school had been her worst nightmare. She hadn’t been able to protect me, no matter how hard she tried. Being choked by Hael in the dressing room of some snooty boutique, it hit far too close to home for Lacey.
VioletOne look at the vacant and shattered expression on her face and I knew something terrible had happened here and might’ve happened many times before this.“What—”“Don’t, Violet.” Olive barked, and just like that the broken expression vanished, replaced by her usual hostile mask.I stared at her, the tray of food in my hands forgotten. “Don’t what, Olive?” I bit back.She stood from the couch in a hurry, smoothing out her dress with shaky hands while using the cashmere scarf she’d been wearing to wipe away the eyeliner that drizzled down her cheeks. She looked younger and much more vulnerable without the heavy eye make-up surrounding them.“Don’t stand there and act like you have any idea what’s going on because you don’t. Okay?”I was going out on a limb here, speaking my mind in a way that could end in utter catastrophe, but I had to give it a shot.“He raped you, didn’t he? From the looks of it he’s done it before too.” I speculated, noticing the expert way she pulled herself
Hael‘Did she just attempt to blackmail us?’ Magnus asked.The amusement in his voice grated on my nerves. ‘Don’t get any ideas.’ I warned him, stiffening my spine as I climbed the stairs to rejoin Mykelle. ‘She sealed her own fate. Even the mate-bond won’t change that.’It was impossible not to harden my voice. In all our years together, not once has Magnus been interested in anything other than blood and carnage.There was nothing special about her, nothing at all.He conjured an image of Violet in her form fitting dress, making sure to include all of the old fucks who’d spend the night drooling into their whiskey’s as they stared at her curves.A flash of irritation made me grit my teeth. These married and mated men were more than willing to pay to fuck her, while their rail-thin wives crooned about the weight she carried. Half of the old crones had never seen a woman with curves before and prided themselves on their sickly looking wolves.I reached the top of the steps, smoothin
HaelThe man in question, Daniel Fletcher, happened to be an incredibly successful Lawyer that many of the celebrities and politicians in town used. Not a single one of them knew that many of his victories came from extortion and blackmail, not that it mattered anymore.The last anyone would see of Daniel Fletcher was him stumbling to his car, the curvy bartender attached at his hip. Her silence was easy enough to buy considering I knew just what it was she wanted.It was the same thing all humans wanted; a chance at becoming one of us.Daniel would turn up eventually. Whether or not he’d turn up alive was the question. Márcia, the bartender that had rejected his advances until they morphed from flattering to threatening, would provide an alibi.With Daniel in the trunk of my car, I took him to the one place no one would think to look. A property belonging to my father that even he forgot he owned.He’d acquired it back when there was some semblance of connection between he and my mot
VioletI couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move as my legs locked and kept me rooted in place.Heat encompassed my entire body, even though the only thing I had in terms of warmth was the towel wrapped around my torso.Lacey had begun to scold me for being naïve enough to yank open the door in nothing but a towel, knowing it was Hael’s mouthwatering scent that poured from every crevice within the door, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. It was proof that even the scarred Prince, as everyone liked to call him, wasn’t immune to the affects of the mate-bond.Pure murder stung Hael’s eyes, darkening his face and hardening it into a masterpiece future artists would weep over. If he decided to kill me right here, my last thoughts would be of the beauty that hid the monster within, all whilst desire and a kindling of arousal twisted my insides like a red-hot blade.I’d never felt desire for another before, never. Only the fictitious men in my novels caught my attention, especially after
Violet“This is a birthday party?” I sputtered, choking on my drink a second time.Olive shrugged, her lips downturned and expression utterly unimpressed. Thinking back to the photos of her on the Link, the ones of her perched in front of a mountain of presents, I could understand her lack of reaction. Her entire childhood had been wrought with parties like this one.Even so, I couldn’t hide my amazement at the raucous event taking place just fifty feet away.We stood at the entrance of Holden’s driveway, just beyond the iron gates with their razor-sharp points. Since the castle—house he lived in sat atop a large hill, it was easy to see the sheer number of people that had come for his birthday celebration.“Didn’t anyone in your old pack have birthday parties?” Olive said only half-jokingly, taking a two-second-long break from scanning the waves of people to meet my gaze.I snorted quietly and tugged the hem of the dress I wore back down my thighs. “None I was ever invited to.”“Righ
Violet“Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out.“Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.”“Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.“He always looks angry. Turn around and lock eyes with him, that’ll get you a reaction. Shouldn’t be too hard since he’s staring right at you.”Questioning whether or not I had some latent desire to die young, I turned slowly and faced the guy I was unlucky enough to call my mate. He stood far below the raised patio we were on, past the crowds of dancing partygoers in their bikinis and skimpy dresses.Standing at his side was a dark-skinned man that looked a whole lot like the guy he’d been talking to in the kitchen that
Violet“What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to overstep, really. If it’s a bathing suit you’re worried about, I have a t-shirt and shorts you can use.”There was a split second that passed where I was sure I’d refuse, but Lacey’s voice in all of its strength, lifted my darkening thoughts.‘He won’t do anything to us, and if he tries we’ll tear his eyes out.’ She reassured me, a slight growl to her voice. ‘Plus swimming will scatter our scent and make it harder for Hael to find us, which is a bonus because I doubt we’ll ever get the chance to rip his eyes out.’“I—I’ll take that t-shirt and shorts, if you don’t mind.” I swallowed, embracing the happy and semi-threatening thoughts Lacey placed into my head, all of which were meant to take the edge off.Holden’s face lit up at my response, and much like an eager child, he nodded in rapid succession whilst tugging me out of the lounge and down the hall. “I have some clothes in a spare bedroom down here.” He said, pausing at the third white oak do