Violet’s P.O.V.As worried as I was for Hael, I wasn’t at all ready to jump back into things. I had enough blood on my hands, and not a single clue on how to deal with it all.Seeing Marcel validated every one of my memories, cementing them so that they no longer felt like the daydreams of another little girl.Marcel leaned back in the armchair, crossing his feet at the ankles. “Tell me about this man that found you.”“His name is Elijah. He was the doctor at our old pack. While the Alpha and Luna debated on shoving me in some foster home, he took care of me. He wasn’t exactly looking to have a child, but he’d spent some time in the system himself. He didn’t want me to go through that too, especially with my trauma.”I rarely asked Elijah about his past out of respect. He’d given me enough details for me to piece things together. The only child of a middle-class couple, in a pack where feral attacks happened every other month. One attack in particular claimed the lives of his parents,

Hael’s P.O.V. This was it. This was what finally severed the last tie I held to my father. They fluttered in the chilly breeze. Floating in the wind that raced through the trees. It howled a slow, foreboding tune, as though the trees themselves knew what I was about to do. It was always going to come to this. “Fuck, Hael. Hold up a damn second!” Cole bellowed, bolting out the front door. It slapped against the house before the wind slammed it shut. I paused, the chill now deep within my bones. His hand came down on my shoulder. The urge to tear it off his body had me spinning around with bared teeth. A warning snarl worked its way up my throat, one my Beta was smart enough to listen to. He removed his hand but didn’t back down. “I wasn’t there for you when we were kids—” Was this what he wanted to talk about? Was this him trying to deny me what I’d earned through blood, sweat, and the innocence of my youth? Frustration sent my teeth on edge, constricting the skin over my muscl

Hael’s P.O.V.I’d never deserve her; I realized back at the river.No matter what I did, no matter how I atoned for all of the death and destruction, I’d never earn the love of the angel who cried out my name with the reverence and passion of a person calling out for their God.Tonight was both a thank you, and a punishment for my stubborn little mate.She’d been too willing to strip bare in front of two other men and hadn’t even hesitated to use it against me to get what she wanted. For that, I had to punish her. I wasn’t blind to why she did it though.It was to calm me down, to pull me out of the dark clutches of the monster in my head. To pry its claws from my flesh and set me free.It worked, and for that I had to thank her.I didn’t stop until her legs had turned to mush and her cries bordered on the slick sweetness between pleasure and pain. Tears tracked her eyes, as they always did when orgasm after orgasm wracked her curvy body, and I kissed each one from her cheeks until th

Violet’s P.O.V.The mood of the crowd hovered somewhere between excited and worried that all hell had officially broken loose.It had. They knew it, I knew it, and most importantly, the two shirtless men gearing up to fight one another to the death knew it.What the crowd didn’t know was how different those two men were, despite the fact that their raven hair, muscular builds, and eyes of polished obsidian, rendered them nearly identical. They had no idea that the fate of their people hinged on who would win tonight.It was hard to believe that just one hour ago, the younger of the two men had been curled around me in bed, whispering words sweeter than I’d ever known in my ear. With the scent of me on his lips and flesh, he stepped into the arena constructed on Xavier’s property.Where his hands had caressed me, squeezing gently as they coaxed every bit of pleasure from my body, they would now be used to kill.What had been even more unbelievable wasn’t the fact that Sylvia said nothi

Violet’s P.O.V.“Mom…” Mykelle’s voice was weak, torn in two though I wasn’t sure why. “You said we weren’t going to kill her.”“Shut up, stupid girl. Let me handle this before you ruin things any further.”Those venomous words had been hurled towards her own daughter, who took each one unflinchingly. I couldn’t think of a time when my mother had raised her voice to me in anything other than love and playfulness. This glimpse into Mykelle’s life was something I could’ve gone an eternity without.I didn’t want to know why she was the way she was—I didn’t want to understand.“You should’ve taken the chance when you had it, because now—now the only place you’re going to rule is the grave I have you buried in.” Imani tutted, the barrel of the gun dancing in front of my face.Mykelle eyes bounced between the two of us, straddling some invisible line between the person she was, and the one her mother wanted her to be. Her words were stronger this time, the fear encasing them growing thinner