Viviane’s POVMy footsteps echo through the empty halls as I depart the library, my shoes emitting a slow, steady click as my weary feet carry me from another long study session. While other teenagers spend their weekends relaxing and going on dates, I spend mine holed up in the stacks, trying to make up for all the years I went without an education.Kiera and the teachers have no idea how much my good grades cost me. Despite what my best friend thinks, academics do not come easily to me, but I’m determined to have a future beyond tears and hard labor.I’m almost to the front door when I hear it: cheerful chatter and high girlish giggles.Courtney, Madison, and Nerissa round the corner ahead, their faces bearing none of the happiness their voices suggest . They walk straight for me, eyes glinting and mouths twisted into smirks.Squaring my shoulders, I prepare for what will certainly be an unpleasant encounter. “Courtney, Nerissa.” I greet them. “Thinking about transferring to Asterio
Viviane’s POV“Viviane!” Caspian’s voice is rough and wild, and his fist smashes into the heavy wooden door when the handle refuses to turn.“She’s not here!” I call without thinking. This can’t be happening. I need help, but I can’t explain my situation without exposing my identity.Some of the horrible tension in the air dissipates, and the incessant pounding stops, but I can hear Caspian’s furious breathing. “Then who is there?” He almost sounds amused – almost.This time I do not answer, desperately clinging to my last sliver of sanity.“Viviane.” A shiver runs down my spine. He says my name as both warning and reprimand.Silence pulls taught between us, and my heart sinks. There’s no way out of this. One way or another, he’s going to–*SMASH*The door bursts open, splinters of wood flying in every direction as the destroyed frame hangs precariously from its hinges.Caspian stalks toward me, his ferocious blue eyes finding me immediately in the dim light.I’d almost forgotten how
Viviane’s POVThe pack house isn’t what I expected. I always pictured a cold, stuffy mansion. Instead it’s warm and welcoming.Caspian blows smoke into the air, watching me out of the corner of his eye. “First time here?”I nod, looking around the party with unbridled curiosity. Guests mill around packed gaming tables, dressed to the nines and juggling drinks. I don’t recognize many people, but based on their appearances I suspect they’re Academy students. The few faces I do know from Asterion High are far from friendly. I’ve only seen them from afar – apparently I lack the pedigree to be invited to their exclusive cliques.“I don’t get to host often.” Caspian explains, steering me forward with a possessive hand on the small of my back. “But the Alpha is away on business.” The corner of his mouth twitches, “parties here are a bit different.”“I wouldn’t know.” My face flushes, more from the heat of his touch than any embarrassment. “I’d never even been to a party before last week.”Ca
Caspian’s POVI can see the gears turning in my mate’s head, calculations racing through her sharp mind. The probability is simple enough, and the necklace is clearly important enough for her to take the risk.Of course, Viviane has no idea how many years I’ve spent mastering the art of throwing dice. It’s not a matter of probability at all: the odds are far from even, and if she agrees she’ll be completely at my mercy.She takes a deep breath, and I know I’ve won. “Deal.”________________“Settle, Viviane.” We’re in a private parlor, and my mate looks so nervous I have to fight the urge to reassure her. She squirms next to me on a plush sofa, trying to put some space between our bodies but failing to escape the arm trapping her against my side.She obeys instantly, but her attention remains glued to the die in my hand, her pounding heart betraying her anxiety. She must care very deeply for the necklace if she’s willing to endure such stress for its return.Indecision muddles my thoug
Viviane’s POVI feel like I’m coming unraveled at the seams, like every stitch of my being is slowly unfurling, leaving me weak and shapeless. I can’t keep up with Caspian, and I’m afraid I’ll lose myself if I try.I’ve heard about fated mates who do not truly fit together, couples who share a physical bond but lack the emotional connection to live happily together. It’s rare, but it does happen, and I’m starting to think Caspian and I may be one of these unlucky couples.There’s no denying I’m attracted to him, and there’s no question he feels the same. When we are together I feel safe and whole in a way I’ve never experienced before, but when it comes to our personalities I think we could not be more poorly suited.It took all of my strength to come here today, to walk into a den of bloodthirsty wolves cheering for the destruction of their kin. I gave all to keep my promise to Caspian, but all he sees in my efforts is failure. I was not there for his trials, I was not there to cheer
Viviane’s POVI dig in my heels, but it doesn’t do any good. Caspian pulls me along as if I weigh nothing, oblivious to my resistance. He’s almost feral, his wolf so close to the surface that his temperature rises noticeably. His body scorches mine, even through our clothes.I can’t go to a doctor. They’ll take one look at me and know I’m not a shifter. I have to stop him.“Caspian wait.” I beg once we’re outside. “You don’t have to do this. I’ll tell you.” I put as much mermaid song into my voice as is possible without actually breaking into a melody.I might not be able to spellbind people, but all myths begin with a seed of truth. My voice was made to put men at ease, to soothe and enrapture, lure and beguile. The effects don’t linger after the sound dissipates, but the allure can be very powerful so long as the notes hang in the air.Caspian pauses, his jaw working in frustration. “Alright.” His musclebound arm tightens around my waist, “Tell me.”I adopt a placating tone, flatten
Viviane’s POVI can’t recall my mother ever truly lecturing me. Certainly we’ve had our arguments a few times over the years, after all, what teenager gets along with their parents all the time? However this is the first time in my memory she’s been genuinely angry with me, angry enough to raise her voice.My head is buried in my hands, a horrible ache searing through my temples as she circles the kitchen table, swaying on her feet as admonishments pour from her mouth.“Mom, please sit down.” I implore.“What’s the point in sitting?!” She cries, throwing her hands in the air. “We’ll probably be dead in a week.”Caspian’s visit had not gone over well. While it had successfully distracted the future Alpha from his efforts to sniff out my identity, his announcement had opened an entirely different can of worms.Mom held it together while he explained our meeting at the talent competition and expressed his affection for me, as well as his desire to help improve our situation. However the
Caspian’s POVOnly Viviane’s voice stops me from racing down the concourse and ripping Ryan away from her like human Velcro. “You’re a good man, you know.”A good man.Exactly the opposite of me.My wolf whines, still wanting to attack the man for putting his hands on our mate. He does not deserve to breathe the same air she does, let alone touch her. Even if Viviane is right, “good” doesn’t mean worthy.I can’t prevent the shift; I’m too far gone. My body fractures and folds: bones snapping, muscles tearing, skin morphing. In seconds a huge gray wolf stands in my spot, eyes glowing in the reflective glass of the dark windows.With every ounce of strength I possess, I turn away from Viviane and Ryan, sprinting away in the opposite direction. Even with my wolf in control, I know engaging Ryan would be a mistake. Viviane already thinks there is no good in me, killing her lover probably wouldn’t help change her mind.I burst from the stadium doors and take off into the woods, pushing my