“I want you, please...hot...help me...” I grabbed the Lycan King's shirt and pulled him towards me, kissing him passionately. He hesitated for a moment, then held me even closer… I never expected that after being betrayed, slandered, and drugged by my ex-Alpha husband and half-sister, the King would be the one to save me. What surprised me even more was that I ended up pregnant with his child after that wonderful night. When I discovered he was plotting to kill me for his fiancée, I ran away. “Come back to me, Eden,” his Lycan Aura made me shiver uncontrollably. “No!” I bit my lip, insisting, “If you don't love me, you should let me go.” His dangerously captivating eyes locked onto mine, and he said gently, "You broke my curse, how could I let you leave?" Curse? What curse? “That's my secret,” he held my waist, whispering softly in my ear, “and I know yours too, Love. Let me help you awaken.”
View MoreEden’s POVAdrian’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He hung his head, looking ashamed.“I haven’t got all day,” Murietta said, exasperated. “Lucia is due to arrive soon. And I haven’t seen her in so long. I can hardly wait. So hurry up and tell them or I will.”We all looked from Adrian to Murrieta. What did she mean, tell them the truth? Storm had run up a gambling debt with the mafia. Adrian had been sold to a playhouse as payment. It was too hard for him there, so he’d started taking milkweed and got hooked. Then Storm, propelled by guilt, had rescued him.What else was there to say.“What is she talking about, Adrian?” I asked quietly.His eyes snapped up then. “I…I…” He looked at Murrieta. “I can’t.” His shoulders slumped forward. “I can’t tell them. You do it.”Murietta laughed, a guttural, condescending laugh.“All right then,” she said, clapping her hands together. “So…picture this…”She began to tell the story, and I visualized it as she spoke.Adrian was brought to the playho
Eden’s POV“Adrian! NO!” I hollered.Adrian had Storm by the throat. His eyes were full of fury.“You fucking asshole! You did this to ME!” Adrian seethed. Storm said nothing. He only stared back into Adrian’s eyes.“I know,” Storm sputtered. “This is my fault. And I’m so so sorry.”“Let him go, Adrian,” I pleaded. I tried to pry at Adrian’s fingers, but they were locked so tightly around Storm’s throat. Storm’s face started to turn red. Storm wasn’t even TRYING to get away.What was he doing? He couldn’t just let Adrian kill him?“STOP IT!” I screamed at Adrian.Adrian looked at me. Then he released Storm’s throat.“Do you want to see what he’d done?” Adrian asked. “I’ll show you what he’s done!”Before we could reply, Adrian shifted. But it took us a moment to understand what had happened.His clothes fell in a heap on the floor. It wasn’t at all like a normal shift. Usually, the force of the wolf breaking through causing the clothes to rip clean off the body as the wolf’s muscular
Eden’s POVAdrian?Murietta was talking about Adrian. She had to be. They’d put him in the menagerie.Did that mean he wasn’t addicted to the milkweed anymore? That he was better?Well, relatively speaking. I wasn’t sure which was actually better: being drugged out on milkweed or being locked up in a menagerie.My heart began to race with images of Adrian locked up in that horrific zoo. We hadn’t even seen the whole thing, but we’d seen enough to shake us to our cores.Poor werewolves, with disabilities and malfunctions, all gathered and put behind bars like some sort of pets.Demetrius was a heartless, deranged man. Who collects defunct werewolves? I vowed that I would rescue them all, as soon as we were rescued. I wasn’t leaving this island until I had freed every single person in the menagerie.Including Adrian, of course.“He’s quite better,” Murietta smiled. “The drugs are out of his system. Shame about his wolf though.”“What’s wrong with his wolf?” We were heading back to shore
Eden’s POV“What kind of fresh hell is this?” Storm asked as we approached the sailboat.Demetrius was waving to us from the deck of the boat. Murietta sat perched on the front. There were four other guards, all in swim trunks, two with masks and snorkels on. And two maids were standing on the water’s edge, both in polka dot bikinis.“There you are!” Demetrius exclaimed. “Come now! This is the Splendor! That’s my boat’s name. We’re going sailing! Take off your shoes, though. No shoes on the boat.”We knew we didn’t have a choice. The maids giggled as we took off our shoes. We walked onto the boat. The maids passed us each a bathing suit.“You can change in the staterooms,” Demetrius beamed at us.A few moments later, we emerged, clad in out bathing suits. Mine was an atrocity. It was way too big and it hung from my hips, sagging in the middle. The straps were way to long and threatened to reveal my chest if I didn’t hold them up. One of the maids came to me and tied the straps togethe
Eden’s POV“Look at the black rock in the water,” I said, pointing to it. I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea or not. But we had to get off this island. And to do that, we needed to get rescued.“What about the rock?” Storm asked, cocking his head to the side.“See how it stands out?”The water was shallow, maybe knee deep. The sand was white and the water was crystal clear. There were some seashells in the water, but they were pale. The black rock was stark and highly visible.Storm nodded.“And you said there’s tons of them, right? These black rocks. At the mountain?”Again he nodded.“I’ve been mindlinking my grandfather and the Silvermist Pack. I’ve been trying to explain where we are. But it’s too vague. There’s too many tropical islands. We have no idea where we are. We don’t even know which ocean we’re in. And without something specific to identify the island we’re on, they’ll never find us.”“The estate is built into the mountain,” Storm said. “It’s clever. They’ve gone thro
Eden’s POVI didn’t see Murietta for a while after that night. Every morning and every evening we were hauled into the dining room to eat with Demetrius. The mean maids dressed us up like idiots. One night, we were dressed like pirates. I was the ‘pirate wench’ they told me as they tightened my corset. Then she giggled condescendingly. Another night, we were dressed in feathers with wings on our backs. Birds, I assumed.There was no rhyme or reason to it. Especially not when we were wrapped in fur with ears on our heads. Werewolves, the maids told us.Right. But we actually ARE werewolves. So why dress up as them?Murietta wasn’t at any of these meals. Neither was Adrian. We were told that Murietta was looking after him. He was in deep withdrawal still and she was nursing him back to help.The days were odd. That whole place was odd. It was like there was a craziness that permeated everything. No one was free from its touch.The maids – they were all a little nutty. The guards and war
Eden’s POVSeven sons? And all of them dead?At first, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And Murietta seemed so nonchalant about it, like it was no big deal. She got up off the bed and walked to the wardrobe. She fondled a silk nightgown with her fingertips.“I’m so sorry,” I told her.I thought about the pain I’d felt when I thought my baby was dead. And that was just one child. Seven?“Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.”I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push.“I’m sure it is.”I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.“It was fast, for Billy, Brad, Brody, and Brett.”She fixed me with her eyes, and I saw the sadness swimming in them.“They were killed at point blank. Shot in the head by a hit m
Eden’s POV“ZARA!” I exclaimed.“SHssss,” she said. “She’s sleeping. I saved her.”She?“Oh Zara.” I couldn’t even put into words the love and relief I felt. I don’t know what had tried to kill me baby, but Zara had saved it. Her.Zane had been right. The baby was a girl.“Let me look again,” I said.The baby was curled up, its fist against its chin. Its skin was wrinkly.“She’s not finished growing yet,” Zara said. “She still needs a few months.”Tears brimmed in my eyes. She was perfect.“Zara, do you know what happened?” I asked.“It was a green light,” she told me. “A strange green light. It swarmed around her. Then it descended on her and sunk into her skin. It hurt her, Eden. I could feel it. Her pain. It was killing her. I don’t know for sure, but I think it was a witch’s spell.”A witch’s spell? How strange. Why would a witch want to kill my baby?“Time to bathe.” Murietta pulled on my hand.“I don’t know either,” Zara said. “But don’t worry. I will protect her.”“I didn’t kno
Eden’s POVNo.Absolutely not. There was no way my baby was dead. My mind flashed back to the horrible nightmare I’d had. The one where we were dressed in silly clothes, at some sort of deranged dinner party. And then…Oh my moon goddess, I realized.That wasn’t a dream.That had really happened.We were at the Santonio Estate. Demetrius was unhinged. A mafia boss with a messed up mind. I remembered the menagerie. That’s where they were going to put Adrian. And then the cruel maids who had mocked me and dressed me up like an idiot. The dining hall. The feast of seafood and fruit and vegetables. Adrian on Murietta’s lap, suckling her breast like a baby.And then?Out of nowhere, this pain had ripped through my womb. It was sharp at first, like a knife, but then it radiated outwards, pulsating through my entire stomach. I’d called for help, but the pain was crippling.I don’t know how I knew, but I did.It was my baby. Something was killing my baby. And then I’d blacked out.How long ha
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