Hael’s P.O.V.“Hael, it hurts—it hurts so good. Oh god!” She gasped; her gemstone eyes blown wide. Liquid seeped from her pussy in waves, drenching us both. The little thing was so turned on she could barely stand it. Fuck, I could barely stand it.“That’s it, princess. Make me your God.” I was lost to her, drowning in her scent and touch. It filled my lungs, clouding my head so thoroughly that the words fell from my lips without abandon. Half of them didn’t make any sense to my lust-crazed brain, but Violet seemed to understand. She never failed to reply, indulging in all of the terrible things I told her I’d finally do to her.“Take it for me, take the pain like a good girl. You fucking love it, don’t you? You love this cock.”I had my fingers and tongue in her pussy long enough to know when she was on the verge of imploding. She tightened around me, her lips parting for her tongue to swipe across its surface.“Come on my cock, Violet.” I rasped, smoothing my thumb over her clit. It

Violet’s P.O.V.Rubbing at my eyes until spots swarmed my vision did nothing to erase the ghost I stared at. That’s what she looked like. A damned ghost. She had on a lacey, white nightgown, the kind you’d see in the movie A Christmas Carol.How did she get here? I thought Cole’s father kept her locked away, caged like some kind of animal. Though, with what Hael told me about her, I couldn’t blame them for keeping her away from the public.I caught flashes of Cole within the madness, trying to urge her off the dance floor she swayed and twirled on. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I saw the splotches of crimson staining her dress, crawling across the sheer fabric like a pen with a broken tip.She’s covered in blood, but who’s?Arianna spun, twirling as she snatched something off one of the tables. The people sitting in the booth were either sporting looks of concern and fear, or glares meant to kill.If only they knew who they were messing with, I thought warily.Another cra

Hael’s P.O.V.The moment I stepped into my father’s office; I knew something was wrong.If it wasn’t from the cigar smoke hovering in the air, twisting and curling to form an army of demonic faces, then it was from the darkness plaguing Macon and my father’s eyes.My father only ever smoked cigars when he was on the verge of murdering someone, and not since the early days of my training had Macon stood in on one of our meetings. Now more than ever I needed complete control over myself.The office I stood in was located in the heart of town, and was only ever used for business purposes. Should another Alpha come to visit this was where they would meet.The blinds along the wall of windows were pulled open, unleashing a perfect view of the town in the dead of the night. Stars speckled the sky and a harrowing silence drifted down each and every desolate street.“What happened?” I asked, forgoing any formalities. My father knew my tells just as I knew his.His suit jacket lay draped acros

Violet’s P.O.V.What a way to kick off the weekend, I thought.After the party turned rescue mission, I was ready to hole up in Hael’s room for the next several days. Too bad, I couldn’t. Even if it weren’t for the Find-a-Mate event, Elijah’s ever constant presence at the house would’ve quickly ruined things.Funny how I wanted Hael to stop hiding our relationship when I wasn’t even remotely ready to explain things to Elijah. I could already see the conversation playing out in my head.Yeah, so what happened was, I sort of caught feelings for Sylvia’s son. I didn’t think it was possible considering he tried to kill me once or twice, but that’s not important. Even worse, I’m pretty sure I’m falling in lo—“Earth to Violet. Can you hear me in there?” Olive waved her hand in front of my face, her black-tipped nails sharpened into points.I blinked, clinging to Olive’s voice in an effort to chase away the awkwardness that came with mine and Elijah’s imaginary conversation.Delaney stood s

Violet’s P.O.V.The two slithered away, the crowd parting for them as though they too sensed the serpents hiding beneath the shimmery, golden dresses.Olive picked her jaw off the floor and snarled, “…that shallow, two-faced bitch! Just when I thought she had something redeemable inside of her, she goes and does that. She might be pretty, but she’s got a withered husk for a soul, and don’t even get me started on her mother. That woman…”“Yeah, I know.”“Hey, you’re not trash. You know that, right? Don’t tell me she got into your head, because I’ll spend the rest of the night charming your pants off to prove to you how wrong she is.”I fought a smile and felt my lips twitch. “There’s one problem with that plan of yours. I’m not wearing any pants.”“Well, that just makes it easier then.” She said, waggling her eyebrows.“Let’s get back to Delaney, you flirt.” I teased, poking her with my elbow. “I don’t care what they think. I won’t let those two ruin my night.”“That’s the spirit Ice P