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?
View MoreOpheliaThe dickhead was right.The moment he stepped away, melting into the crowd, my mind began to race. Jude had been in the fighting ring the first time I laid eyes on him. The brutality of his fight had been both terrifying and beautiful. Would it be Ryker in the ring tonight? Or would it be Jude?I had a feeling they’d be using the remaining members of Diana’s coven. It wouldn’t surprise me if they punished them publicly to try and earn my forgiveness. Too bad it wouldn’t work.The only asses I wanted to kick were Ryker and Jude’s.I made a mental note to add that to my list.Half an hour later the lights flicked off, plunging the entire club into darkness. The music went down in volume until I could hear the excited chatter coming from the crowd.The fighting ring flared to life beneath the stage lights. A young guy with a mohawk stepped into the light. His voice rang with magic, the volume eclipsing that of the music.“Humans, Witches, and Wolves!” The murmuring died down. “We
OpheliaBrushing some stray curls back from his face he grabbed his drink and brought it to his lips. The way he moved was smooth and sensuous, as if he’d had plenty of practice mastering his reactions. “Isn’t it obvious? Our fathers want us to work together.”My eyebrows jumped. What on earth did my father have to do with Lunar Isles military commander? How did they know one another? Clearly my father must have inspired some kind of loyalty for them to go against Ryker.The bond tensed in my chest. On one hand this would benefit my father immensely, but on the other … the bond didn’t like that they could potentially hurt Ryker or Jude.Tears burned the backs of my eyes. What if one of them got hurt? What if one of them—oh that stupid fucking drink.I grabbed the glass of untouched water sitting on the table and took several gulps uncaring of how I looked. A glimmer of panic arose in my chest. The drink was definitely heightening my emotions. Even those few sips were affecting me.I h
OpheliaWaltzing to the shelves of liquor he grabbed three off the first and began pouring random amounts into a large cup. I turned away at that point and leaned against the bar, scanning the basement for any familiar faces.The locator spell wanted me to head straight through the crowd towards the large fighting ring in the center of the room.Standing on my toes, I was immediately slammed into by a group of girls.I righted myself just in time, and bit down on my tongue to keep from lashing out. There were times I swore the potion I took nightly increased my anger. Perhaps that was another side effect.Standing front and center in a group of seven girls total was Diana, Chloe, and Gemma.They looked awful. All three had dark circles around their eyes and looked a good twenty pounds lighter.Before I could say a word the three of them paled, draining of blood until their faces were the color of cold marble. Chloe began to tremble, and Gemma looked as if she were going to vomit. Sens
OpheliaI had plenty of time to plot while spending the next two hours trying to untangle the mess of wards Jude and Ryker placed on my bedroom.Using a notepad and pen I found in the drawer of the bedside table, I’d compiled a list of tasks I’d have them to do earn my forgiveness. Most were juvenile like keying their cars (or in Jude’s case his motorcycle) or having them build me a castle with their own two hands. Others were a bit more demented and ranged from branding them with my name or tattooing it into their skin. Maybe I’d have Ryker declare me Alpha of Lunar Isle.Definitely adding that one.Oddly enough the bond, and my wolf, liked this little outlet I found. The thought of Ryker and Jude reduced to groveling had it humming in my chest.“Hah! Found it.” I lurched into a sitting position. Even though my back was sore from laying on the carpet, a grin took over my face. With a bit of magic I removed the sweat from my body and refreshed my clothes, swapping the torn shorts for
OpheliaI spun around. “Wards. You think wards are going to keep me in here? I’ll drain them just like I drained the dark spell Kimberly placed on Jude.”“That’s if you can find them all, which you won’t.” Jude rolled his lower lip between his teeth. The bond unfurled in my chest. I barely bit back the pathetic whine that threatened to leave me. “I missed hearing you say my name.”Ryker cleared his throat. His hands were clasped behind his back, making him even more imposing than he already was. It didn’t help that his dress shirt and slacks did nothing to conceal the muscled body that hid beneath.“I didn’t take a stand before, but I should have. We should have claimed you the second the bond snapped into place, because you’re all that matters, Ophelia. Not Kimberly. Not the idiotic deal I’d made with her. I fucked up by letting you think otherwise. You might end up hating me more, but this is me taking a stand.” He clenched his jaw, the muscles within twitching. “You aren’t leaving
OpheliaI was asleep.I knew I was not because of the weight dragging me under, pulling me beneath waves like an anchor I couldn’t shake. No, it was the nightmares that told me I was unconscious.They flashed behind my eyelids in short bursts partially blocked by the potion I’d taken that morning. Once it was out of my system they would come back full force, haunting my sleeping moments until I did everything in my power to avoid falling into their grasp.It had happened before, which was why my father had shown me the recipe in the first place.Red tainted my vision. The taste of blood lingered on my tongue, as pungent as Kimberly’s shrill screams.I couldn’t take back what I’d done. Did I really want to though? I wasn’t sure.The nightmares flickered, taking on this blurry quality. Some distant part of me felt arms wrapping around my body. Warmth brushed across my flesh along with something that almost tickled.Sparks maybe? No, that couldn’t be it. Not unless one of them were touch
OpheliaKimberly continued to curse me to hell and back while the demon dragged itself from the portal. She was very creative with her threats, which ranged from drowning all the way down to beheading and flaying me alive.With that tenacity she should have no problem controlling the demon.I unfurled my fingers around the timer and pressed the button, starting the countdown.Rapping my knuckles on the door, I shouted. “Thirty minutes, Kimberly. Tick-tock.”I could tell the moment the demon fully emerged from the portal. Kimberly’s brazen threats were cut off by an ear-piercing scream, the kind you saw in horror movies. I listened with my ear against the door.“Ophelia!”“What is this—”“GET AWAY FROM ME!”I rolled my eyes and exhaled through my nostrils. Was that her plan of action? To yell at it to death? Unless the demon had unnaturally sensitive hearing I was almost positive that wouldn’t work.Quickly realizing there was a gap in between the doors, I peered through it and into th
OpheliaI nudged her along, waiting patiently as she stumbled down the two steps leading to the lowered platform where the couch sat. As she breached the spell circle, the one my father had meticulously placed around the perimeter of the platform, I released the dark spell I had crafted.The ebony snakes vanished into wisps of smoke, leaving behind little red pinpricks where their fangs had cut into her flesh.I nearly sighed with relief. Already I could feel my strength returning to me. Dark magic still drained me much too quickly.Kimberly wasted no time. Ignoring our father completely she lunged at me, magic crackling at her fingertips. As she hit the barrier of the spell circle she was thrown backwards onto her ass.“What—” Her eyes darted around, making note of the grey substance circling her and the platform itself. “You trapped me in a fucking spell circle?”It wasn’t just any spell circle, but she’d find out soon enough. The mixture of black salt, crushed egg shells, and grind
OpheliaI dragged Kimberly along with me as we exited the temple through the side door.The ebony snakes still writhed over her skin, their fangs sunken deep into her flesh. Little streams of dried blood were caked to her arms, throat, and shoulders. She tried to fight against them, but it was futile. They were feeding on my blood. Morningstar blood.It would take a long while for them to tire.Gazing down towards the front of the building, I spotted the guests fleeing from the chapel. They moved in droves, trampling the finely manicured grass in their attempt to make it to the parking lot.I veered left, towards the dense forest. No one would think to head that way. The guests would inevitably flock towards the fire trucks and ambulances packed with healers that were likely already on the way.“I’d say it’s a shame your pretty wedding dress is now stained with your blood, but I don’t particularly care. In fact, I don’t feel much of anything at all.”The closer we neared to the forest
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