Rejected and dark-bonded by her mate after her wolf refuses to submit, Ophelia Hawkins is banished from the pack. Forced to flee alongside her abusive mother and younger sister, they return to their hometown of Lunar Isle. It's there, at the birthplace of magic, where Ophelia discovers the truth about her heritage and the purpose of the dark bond now branded onto her flesh. Trapped on an island of wild beasts and magic, she believes her life can get no worse. That is, until she meets her second chance mates: Jude Romero, enforcer to the Alpha, and a Lycan with magic as brutal and wild as the man himself, and Alpha Ryker Romero, cold-hearted, sharp-tongued, and the boyfriend of Ophelia's older sister. Plagued with the agony of a broken mate-bond and two second chance mates she cannot have; Ophelia falls into a darkness unlike any other. Little does she know, there are forces at work in Lunar Isle. Something is hunting her, something big. Something she isn't sure she can survive. Will her second-chance mates step up to the plate when she needs them most? Or will they fail her like everyone else in her life?
Lihat lebih banyakOphelia“You’re crazy.” I shook my head back and forth until the world blurred.There was no way, no way, he’d go through with this. This little game we played was one thing, but fucking me with the hilt of a knife? No, it was pure insanity.Jude’s smile was sardonic, “I prefer the term mentally unhinged.”The hilt of the blade grazed my inner thigh, causing me to tense. There was no barrier keeping it from entering me. Even trying to close my legs was futile as Jude’s large frame blocked me from doing so.His eyes never left my face.“Hold her hands behind her back,” he barked at Ryker, lips curling even higher. “You know what you have to do to stop this, little dove. Words won’t work,” A knuckle skated down my cheek. “You’ll have to fight, but we both know you won’t.”The hell I wouldn’t. I lunged forward and snapped my teeth, nearly catching Jude’s lip in the process. He leaned back, only marginally, to avoid getting bit. Ryker’s magic danced through the air, snaring my wrists an
OpheliaThat one word, it was a warning. A warning wrapped in a neat, pretty bow. One meant to keep me safe. One meant to wrap me in wool because I was their precious mate. It was in Jude’s nature to harm, just as it was in Ryker’s to protect.Fuck his protection.The girl I was now…she no longer needed it.“That’s it, Jude,” I laughed. “Heel, Jude. Down, Jude. Obey, Jude.”Ryker’s eyes flashed with murder. I couldn’t see the expression on Jude’s face, but from the way his chest heaved against my back, I knew my words hit home. Jude’s teeth scraped along my ear, nipping so hard I yelped. A surge of—of emotion swelled in my chest, causing the bond to hum softly. I began to panic. “I’m going to enjoy tearing you apart, little dove. My perfect mate,” he whispered, “So pretty. So breakable.”As he lapped up my blood, his fingers flexing on my bare stomach, that panic began to grow.“Goddess,” my laughter was breathless. “You say you’re not his enforcer anymore, but you’re still his trai
OpheliaDon’t run, he said.We’ll catch you, he also said.My chest heaved as I ran for the House of Mirrors. The last I’d seen of Jude and Ryker they were being pelted in the face by a slew of stuffed animals. I would’ve laughed had the potion not been suppressing my emotions.It was a worthwhile trade. Better to sleep soundly without horrific night terrors. Giving up the ability to feel was nothing in comparison.I looked up at the night sky as I ran.I’d have to take another dosage soon before this one wore off. The bond was silent in my chest, but it wouldn’t be forever. A sign flapped on the curtains blocking off the entrance to the House of Mirrors. I released a sigh as I read the word closed in jagged hand writing. At least I could use my magic freely. I was getting tired of wiping human’s memories when they saw or heard too much. Despite how often I trained with my father, I didn’t enjoy entering people’s minds.That was his thing. Skidding to a stop, the curtains of the Ho
Ophelia The male’s smile was sharp. As sharp as the cunning in his milky eyes. “And we have a winner. I’d offer you one of those stuffed animals as a prize, but you don’t seem the type. Maybe once,” he mused. “But not anymore. Funny how quickly a person can change. Though I wouldn’t use a word as mundane as ‘person’ to describe you, Atticus Morningstar’s pride and joy.” It didn’t matter that my father claimed our family line could control demons. The fear had been so ingrained into my being that I could taste it burning on my lips. One blink and I was back in that house, watching as my friends were slaughtered. Watching as a demon tore it’s way into Coop’s body. No, absolutely not. I refused to sit here and cower. The Ophelia that participated in that ritual was a foolish little girl. She and I were not the same person, nor would we ever be again. The male—demon—cocked it’s head. “You’ve met Abaddon.” Abaddon, the demon that possessed Coop. Even now I could hear it’s voice sl
OpheliaWe emerged from the forest, then crossed a large dirt parking lot littered with people. Mothers and fathers hauled their young children out of their minivans, urging them forward with the prospect of funnel cake, rides, and arcade games. The sweetness of powdered sugar tinged the air as we approached the carnival's gates. The lights on the sign flashed in bursts of red and white, illuminating the sea of people passing through below. Further up ahead parents nudged their children forward with tickets clutched in hand. “Some illusion magic should do the trick, don’t you think?” My father murmured, looking my way. I lifted a hand and wriggled my fingers. Holding my intention in my mind I let my magic fill the air. Like thin swatches of silk it wrapped around us, shielding us from view. I could have easily made us a few fake tickets, but where was the fun in that?We slipped past the line of families waiting to purchase their way in, and waltzed right inside.“Show off,” he win
Ophelia Two Weeks Later… I looked into the gilded mirror that adorned the faded, peeling wall of our latest hide out and realized I hardly recognized myself. The green of my eyes was bright just like my fathers, while my strawberry-blonde hair, the same as my mothers, hung down my back in loose waves. I was bits and pieces of their hopes, dreams, and regrets meshed into a single form. The clothes I wore, the way that I spoke, the emptiness I now clutched against my heart like a shield, it was all necessary. I knew that doing this would change me, I just had no idea how much. Rubbing my sternum, I closed my eyes and felt around the frayed edges of the bond. It missed Jude and Ryker. It missed the other pieces of my soul unlike anything else. It yearned for them despite the hurt and the pain and the betrayal. It raged at me for the way I had treated them in return. But I couldn’t give in. They were my mates. They were supposed to notice. They were supposed to save me from Alp
OpheliaFlexing my fingers, I let the ropes tighten until the tendons in his throat appeared.“Sit. Stay.” He stopped thrashing. “Good boy.”I watched him struggle, feeling out his own clumsy attempts at using his magic. It reminded me of a toddler in the middle of a tantrum. Punches and kicks were thrown but they were uncoordinated blows, too weak to do anything substantial.“You have magic, but you’re not very good at using it.”My father swept into the room. His presence silenced the retort Ren had been about to unleash.“That’s his father’s doing, I’m afraid. He taught Ren what he knew, of course, but learning how to master your magic without ever tapping into it is a hard feat.”He circled around the back of the chair, causing Ren to stiffen. I rested my chin in the palm of my hand, watching him squirm. My father stopped directly behind him. A strangled sort of sound left Ren’s lips as my father’s hands fell on his shoulders.“If it’s money you want—”“Ren’s lack of magic hasn’t s
OpheliaI turned slowly, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.“Hello, Jude.”Just like his brother, my unhinged, psychopathic mate had seen better days. Dark circles ringed his silver eyes. Eyes that were both haunted and manic, obsessive and full of the very ruthlessness that allowed him to kill so easily.He wore an old Metallica t-shirt that hugged his muscular chest, and a pair of black jeans covered in holes. The scar slashed through his eye rippled as he drank me in.Standing to his left, eyes glazed and slightly wobbling on his feet, was Ryker. The drug was still in his system, though it was going through him much faster due to him being a werewolf. Nova too had recovered from the spell I’d used on her, and judging from the tilt to her narrowed eyes I’d say she was now on guard.Good for her.“You look even more beautiful than I remember.”The way he said it, partially under his breath, his voice almost a whisper, made me think he hadn’t meant for me to hear him.I felt my br
OpheliaI stood at the elevators for a few seconds to regain my composure when I heard the quiet footsteps of someone creeping up behind me.With defensive magic curling around me in invisible wisps, I turned to lock eyes with Nova. Any surprise I might have felt was quickly squashed beneath a mask of cold calm.“Ophelia,” She began, her hands clenched in front of her. “You look good.”I raised my hand, not wanting to hear whatever it was she had to say. All my emotions, all the guilt and pain, had been shoved down deep. I wanted them to remain in the abyss in which I’d thrown them in.“Not interested.”Her flinch told me that she recognized those words. They were the exact ones she told me that day in the halls of Eclipse U. I’d been so desperate to talk to her, to apologize for my horrible mistake.I didn’t blame her for not wanting to hear it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.This was probably the first time I’d seen Nova without a face full of make-up, and a body full of lace
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