OpheliaOnly once I was far away from Jude’s intoxicating scent did I finally allow myself to breathe.One blink and I was no longer standing within the graffiti painted walls of La Stella. Instead, I was curled up in the passenger seat of an expensive car. Notes of leather and peppery cologne clung to the inside like a second skin.Denver grabbed my chin roughly, and for a moment I wondered if he was going to pick up where that strange man left off.The strange man whose neck I was almost certain Jude had broken.No, that couldn’t have been what happened. It was the drug messing with my head. There was no reason Jude would’ve done such a terrible thing unprompted. The oxygen in the car thinned even further as I fought for breath.The blocker was still suppressing my scent, so the bond hadn’t snapped into place for him. That meant it had to be my imagination, or a trick of the eyes.Denver snapped his fingers in front of my face. When had he become so pale?“For fucks sake, pay attent
OpheliaAlpha Ryker pinched the bridge of his nose. The look he tossed Jude’s way was nothing short of furious. Instead of scolding the guy or telling him to knock off whatever it was he was doing, he turned to Nova and snarled, “Explain things to her, will you? I do not have the patience for this.”Clearly, Jude had some sort of death wish because he threw his head back and laughed. Well, it was his version of a laugh. All ice and razor-sharp steel.“What exactly do you have the patience for?” He asked, folding his tatted arms over his chest.Nova, the only one who wasn’t sneering down at me or looking at me as though I were an unwanted piece of trash washed up on a pristine shore, lowered herself onto the bench at my side.Her pale-blonde hair floated around her shoulders, rustled by a gentle breeze.“We’re not a cult,” She said gently, as though she were talking to a wild animal. “We’re a coven. A coven of witches. You do know what witches are, don’t you?”I nodded slowly. Of cours
OpheliaRecognizing Kimberly’s voice, I shuffled closer to the door. Careful not to nudge it open, I flattened myself against the wall and listened.“She’s a backstabbing, conniving bitch. She’ll tear us apart and play with the scraps.” Kimberly sucked in a sharp breath as though she were on the verge of crying. “You have no idea what she’s done. She’s the reason I moved back here last year.”I bit my tongue hard enough to draw blood. She was lying, blatantly lying to Alpha Ryker’s face. Kimberly had moved back to Lunar Isle after receiving a scholarship to their university. Her decision had nothing to do with me. Not a damned thing.“Tell me what happened, mí amor.” [my love]Ryker’s voice was neither angry nor patient. It was flat, brimming with silent command that had my stomach twisting into knots.“She—She,” Kimberly took a steadying breath, “She ruined my marriage to Alpha Hunter. My mother set it up when I was sixteen, and the moment Ophelia found out about it she made it her l
OpheliaI’d been standing under the spray of the shower, drowning in the thick steam, for nearly half an hour when my phone buzzed from where it sat on the sink’s ledge.For a moment, my heart seized in my chest.The last thing I wanted was to speak to Alpha Hunter when everything was so fresh and raw. I’d have to tell him what I’d learned, and I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to speak the words aloud.‘My sister should’ve aborted you.’No, I wouldn’t think about it. Not right now.Perhaps not ever.Uncaring that I was sopping wet, I tore back the flimsy curtain and plucked my phone up, swiping at the screen with slippery fingers until it unlocked with a quiet click. Relief cascaded down my spine as I zeroed in on Lucille’s name at the top of the text thread.Wow. What had my life become that I was happy to hear from Lucille?Lucille: You’re expected at the lounge in one hour. Keys are on the hook by the door. Do not be late. I want the place ready to open by Wednesday.Well, that w
Ophelia“It’s not like I wanted to hear your super-secret conversation. I was coming downstairs for something to eat. Maybe next time you want to talk about me, try doing it somewhere other than the kitchen.”Ryker flicked an imaginary fleck of lint from his suit and said calmly, “If Lucille harms Kimberly in any way I will hold you personally responsible.”I couldn’t help but laugh. It burst from my chest without warning, dry as the tepid air whooshing down the length of Lunar Isle’s beach. My lips peeled back in a grin that had my bruised jaw throbbing.“Harm her? Lucille would never lay a finger on her darling Kimberly; I can promise you that.”His eyes, emotionless as ever, flicked down my face. Whether or not he noticed the bruise on my jaw, I wasn’t sure.“Out of the kindness of my own heart I gave you the night to process things. As it stands, you’ll start your training immediately. Nova will oversee it herself. This weekend we’ll preform the ritual swearing you into the coven
RykerI arrived at the Hawkin’s house around mid-morning.As I entered the foyer, I wasn’t greeted by the sound of my girlfriend’s preening, as Jude called it, rather the muffled blow of shouting. It was so loud, so very shrill, that it permeated the walls and filled the entirety of the villa.For good reason, the servants had scattered.As did most living things when Kimberly’s voice began to rise in both pitch and volume.Pushing my frustration down beneath a layer of cold calm, I began to pace. My mind wandered to Kimberly’s sister—ah, not sister—cousin, I meant. The girl, who was only a few years younger than myself, would soon be a part of the coven.And I, as always, would have to manage the inevitable chaos that would ensue.It helped not that Kimberly loathed the very breath that left her cousin’s lungs, nor the fact that Sterling found her intriguing. What made the matter that much worse was Jude’s involvement.By fleeing from his hold last night at the beach, the girl had al
RykerAs valiantly as she tried to cover it up, I noticed. Just as I noticed a slight bruise blossoming along her jaw. I shoved my curiosity down, blanketing it in a layer of cold.“Out of the kindness of my own heart I gave you the night to process things. As it stands, you’ll start your training immediately. Nova will oversee it herself. This weekend we’ll perform the ritual swearing you into the coven as an official member. Make no mistake, you are not one of us. We do not trust you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re an outsider.”An emerald fire seemed to flare to life within her eyes. For a moment—a very brief moment—I wondered if she’d use her magic against me.“What makes you think I want to be a part of your coven?” She snapped; her voice still soft despite the rage seeping through the cracks. “I don’t know why I have to repeat myself, but I don’t have magic. I don’t care what your spell says. I’d know if I did. Do yourself and the rest of your coven a favor and go find somebody
OpheliaAlpha Hunter’s call effectively threw me off for the remainder of the day.No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my hands to stop shaking. I spilled freshly polished silverware, dropped glasses, and knocked over flower arraignments. Cleaning up the messes I made wasted even more time, yet I couldn’t force myself to calm down.Eventually I succumbed to the temptation and went out back to where the dumpsters resided in a fenced off area. Hidden between the two metal monstrosities, I struck a match and took a deep drag of the shriveled joint I’d been carrying around.On the first inhale, shame hit me upside the head.This wasn’t who I was, who I wanted to be. Like a piece of fruit dropped one too many times, my flesh was bruising and rotting from within.On the second inhale, I felt nothing at all.After carefully snuffing the embers out on the ground, I stuck the joint back in my pocket. It was now half the length of my pinky. A few more puffs and I’d have to throw it away.