LOGINTrista’s POVJohnson was waiting for me on the front step when I pulled up. I had just come from the doctor. I didn't even need to tell Johnson what had happened. He already knew through the bond. He was ringing his hands in front of him. He was very nervous.He watched my car pull up. I parked and got out. I walked towards him slowly. He waited for me. He could feel my joy and excitement flooding through me.I could feel his anxiousness.I had gone to the doctor just like I promised. I expected the doctor to tell me I had some sort of bug. That is not what happened.“You're pregnant,” the doctor told me. Her eyes were kind. “Did you know?” she asked.I shook my head. “How far along am I?” I asked.“Six weeks or so. And far enough that we can do an ultrasound,” she told me.Moments later my shirt was lifted and goo was spread over my belly. She ran the wand along on my stomach.“Is it normal to do an ultrasound this soon?” I asked. She smiled, her eyes locked on the ultrasound screen.
Trista’s POVWe took our seats in the front row for Bell's recital. She was playing a piece she had never played before. It was a classical piece and she was nervous. We assured her she would be just fine. She had been accepted to an intensive study program in the city in the summer. I couldn't be more proud of her.Music was her life. Just like soccer was Billy's life.It was a bit different though. Billy loved soccer but I knew he wouldn’t stick with it. Billy intended to move and go and live with the pack full time. He didn't tell me as much but I could see it on his face. I felt like the clock was ticking.So I tried to savor every moment with him. Because soon, I would only be seeing him when I went to the pack. Belle on the other hand, had big dreams for the human world.She wanted to pursue music. She wanted to become a composer. She had no intentions of living with the pack.It would be very strange to have Billy and Belle separated. They had been inseparable since birth. But
Liam’s POVI pulled up outside the dilapidated building.It was a disaster. The boards were practically falling off. There was a smashed window. It was in serious need of some repairs.Liliana.I said the name to myself one last time. I have been tracking this wolf for three months. She had not been easy to find. But through a lot of effort I had finally managed to track her down.My heart sank when I saw the building. It was a brothel. This is where she was living. It was disgusting.This poor wolf had been sold into slavery by the Red Moon pack when she was young. She had been forced to mine jewels underground in very awful conditions. She'd become weak. The work was too hard for her. She was useless for mining.So they had sold her to a brothel.It had taken me a long time to find her since the brother was in Germany. But I had done it.She was in there.I got out of the car, my heart beating fast. This was one of the best parts, the parts where I finally rescued the wolf from wha
Trista’s POV“Well?” Hazel said. “What do you think? Too much? Not enough?”She was standing on a pedestal with the mirrors all around her. The sales ladies flitted about, gushing over her period she looked positively stunning.Her white dress was strapless and hung to the floor. It was sleek though with a big slit up the slide side.“Do I look alright?” she asked. She bit her lip and turned to me.“No,” I said. You look perfect.”It was her wedding dress. Her cheeks were flushed pink. I'd never seen Hazel so happy in my life. She was the picture perfect blushing bride.The moon goddess had been kind to Hazel. She had chosen a mate for her. He was the beta of a strong pack. They'd met at an alpha conference. He was a good man and I liked him right away.She told me they took one look at each other and their mate bond snapped into place. From that moment on, she knew that he was the only person she would ever have eyes for.They were lucky. Not all mates fell in love. Hazel and Jett h
Three years later.“Go Billy go.” I shouted as loud as I could. So loud that the parents around me gave me a sideways glance.“Shush,” Trista said. “I told you, don't be ‘that’ dad.”But Billy was on a breakaway. He ran across the field, his little legs pumping as he went. He had the ball. It was the youth finals in Billy's soccer club. His team was up one. Billy was on a breakaway and he was going to score.I just knew it.Sure enough, he got to the goal and gave the ball a good hard kick. It sailed past the goalie. He scored.“He did it!” I said, throwing my arms up in the air.Billy's eight year old face beamed back at me. His team swarmed him. It was the winning goal. His team was victorious.Billy had really taken to soccer. He lived, breathed and ate it. He trained hard. Even at just eight years old he was a natural athlete. He had long leaned muscles. Just like Liam. But he had the dedication of his mother.Belle, on the other hand, had taken to music. She played piano and the
Trista’s POVEveryone was in on it. Hazel had taken me shopping in the city so they could decorate the yard. Jules had come not to babysit the children but to help.While we were in the city Liam, Jules, Johnson and the kids had turned my backyard into a very romantic scene.I couldn’t believe it. They had all done this for me. I wished that Dagny was there to see this for herself. But I noticed that Hazel was holding her phone. Hazel thought of everything. She was recording this for Dagny.Johnson stood in front of me.He had a green velvet box in his hand. Our bond pulsed. His love for me flooded through me in a way that made my breath hitch.“It's so romantic,” Jules gasped. Hazel shushed him.Johnson looked me dead in the eyes and then he lowered himself onto one knee. My heart hammered in my chest. He was doing this. He was really gonna ask me to marry him.“Trista,” he said, looking up at me.My heart melted.“You are the love of my life. There was no one in the world I would ra
Trista’s POVA shiver ran down my back. Liam was an alpha and as such, few things rattled him. But I could tell by the look in his eyes right now, he was rattled.Liam coughed then. Hazel handed him some water and we waited. Liam was weak. He should have been resting. His wound was still bleeding and
Trista’s POVJules chatted incessantly. He was yammering on about God only knows what, something about chocolate. I tried to block him out so I could hear the voices upstairs.I really hoped they would say something else, about my mother OR father, something that would give me a clue as to how he knew
Trista’s POV“Get in the car,” Darren urged me.“Hurry,” Serena said. Her fur was bristled and she was standing on all fours in her defensive position.“What is it?” I asked Serena. She sniffed the air.“I’m not sure,” she said. “I don’t smell anything. But I can sense danger in the air.”“Go,” I said to
Trista’s POVJules had parked Liam’s car out front. It was a luxury business car. I was grateful it wasn’t a flashy sports car like the one Johnson had. Fortunately, Liam wasn’t as childish as Johnson when it came to things like that; Liam had nothing to prove. Liam’s car was spacious and it would be







