Julia POV
I could feel my blood pressure rising. The man who was supposed to be helping create the dessert masterpieces had begged off for a break and had not returned. That was an hour ago. He had been dragging his ass the entire time, and I knew it was because he felt he should be head dessert chef.
I would not let him ruin this evening or the desserts, so I jumped in to help my team, while also trying to check everything that left the kitchen. Ensuring consistency was key to an event this size. It had also been instilled in us that this evening had to be perfect. And that meant all aspects from serving to food and beverages.
“Oh my,” Cami says as she comes up to me for a moment. “What?” I ask concerned something had happened. “There are so many beautiful people out there. It is all I can do not to spill the drinks as I trip over one magnificent creature to the next!” she declares as I laugh at her candidness.
I had not had a chance to look out in the Gala event hall. I wanted to. I had heard the murmurings from the others that the women were beautiful, and the men were unbelievably handsome. Some even indicating they had never seen so many men with such raw, beastly bodies. I definitely wanted to see a raw, beastly man, I thought with a chuckle.
“I have to keep going. The asshole did not show up?” Cami asks. I give my head a shake no, just as I heard a burst of laughter from the door to the outside. I glance back and see my missing chef. He is carrying on with another chef and watching me to see what my response is to his late arrival.
I say nothing and turn back to my tasks. I can feel him move up behind me, “Miss me?” he asks breathing heavily on me. I cringe as I can smell the alcohol he has consumed. This would be a recipe for disaster if I let him get near the food. “Not at all. We are good here. Maybe the other chefs could use your help,” I suggest as I continue to move my hands quickly plating the desserts.
As I finished checking the next trays of desserts to leave the kitchens, the man pulls on my shoulder, “Listen bitch; I will stay right here and there is not a damn thing you can do about it,” he yells. The kitchen goes silent as everyone stops to look at us. I move closer to the man, “There is no need to yell. We are almost done. You can start on clean up,” I suggest as I turn back to see to another prepared tray.
The man moves quickly beside me, flipping the tray in the air. I gasp as do others as the tray of beautiful desserts are destroyed and fall to the floor. He bursts out laughing, “You should see your face,” he says as he steps into my space. “What are you going to do now, huh?” he demands as he continues to smirk at me.
“She is not going to do anything. You are going to clean up the mess you made, and then you are going to leave,” a deep voice said from behind me. I feel butterflies erupt in my tummy and my core clench. I am reluctant to turn around, as I cannot imagine what the impact will be when I actually see the body that contains that voice.
Unable to delay it, I slowly turn, and I look to the man. He is beautiful, if a man could be considered beautiful. He had dark hair, a strong jawline, kissable lips. Wait, did I just think that?!? And his eyes were a stunning blue. His body was rock solid and built. I felt my mouth go dry just staring into his eyes.
“What did you say to me?” the belligerent male beside me demands. “You heard me. Now do it,” he commands softly. I see the man falter, but he slowly falls to the ground and starts to clean the mess he made. He is cursing the entire time, but the mystery man simply ignores him as he moves closer to me.
“Magnificent,” he murmurs as he reaches his hand out to touch me. As he does, I would swear I felt a tingling on my skin, but I knew that was not possible. He was simply touching me. That never happened. I had never experienced it. I must be hyper aware because he is like nobody I have ever seen in my life.
A frown crosses his face and I feel a sense of trepidation, “You are human,” he murmurs.
Eric POV
I reach out to touch my beautiful mate. I had finally found her, and I knew I would keep her forever. She was stunning even with her hair wrapped tightly in a bun, when all I wanted was to run my hand through her hair. Holding tightly as I thrust into her body and marked her as my own.
I slowly reach out my hand to touch her. I immediately felt sparks bounce between us. But something felt wrong. I inhaled again and her scent was intoxicating. I could feel those around us staring when the words, “You are human,” slipped from my mouth. I heard the beauty in front of me chuckle, “As are you,” she replies.
My heart sinks as I pull my hand back. “Of course,” I reply as I turn away from my fated mate. Before I fully turn, I pivot back and take hold of her hand. She tries to tug her hand from mine, but I hold on tighter. “Come with me,” I say curtly as she again pauses. She points to the food in front of her, “I have to finish the desserts,” she replies hesitating to follow.
I look to the woman standing beside her, “Can you finish them?” I ask. “Of course,” she replies and starts to work on the desserts. Problem solved. I drag my reluctant mate outside into the cool air. I release her hand stand still taking a deep breath. “Are you okay?” she asks as I turn back to her.
“No, I am not alright,” I reply as I move closer to her once again taking her hands. “What I am about to say will make no sense, but I need you to listen,” I say to her. “Okay,” she replies cautiously. “What is your name beautiful?” I ask. She clears her throat, “Julia Kent,” she replies.
“I, Alpha Eric Montgomery, reject you, Julia Kent,” I say softly.
Julia POV It had been six months since we had got rid of Henrietta for good. Martha had become a staple in our lives. She never tried to take over being anything more than an aunt to Beatrix. Cami had her baby boy. Jackson and she were in love of their little boy, and Beatrix was loving being an older sister. They named him Alex, a strong name for a strong boy. Layla was in love with Ethan and Lucas was his best friend. The four babies loved each other and were constantly searching for the others. “Life is blissful,” I murmured as we watched our babies. Eric was at work, Jackson as well and the two of us were on baby duty. I had started some online courses to work towards my social worker degree. I loved the courses, and found the right balance between the babies, Eric and my studies. As always, Eric was incredibly supportive of what I did. We were living a life of peace and quiet these days. But we wer
Julia POV My sobs quickly diminish as I realize that Martha is standing in our home. “How did you get here?” I demanded quickly. I stood, tense, in front of her, as Cami moved to stand beside me. She had given Beatrix to Jackson. Both men were tense by our sides, as we waited for her to speak. “I managed to escape,” she replied quickly. “How could you escape so easily, after having been contained?” Cami asked. “I do not know. One minute I was contained, and the next I was able to escape,” she said, sounding somewhat confused, before adding, “And then I was here.”. “That sounds too coincidental,” I stated. I moved forward, expecting her to disappear in front of me. “Julia,” Eric cautioned, but it would not stop me from moving forward. “How do we know you are not another version of Henrietta?” I asked softly. “You do not know. Call in the Witches Council. They will be able to verify who I am,” Martha replied calmly.
Julia POV I stood there holding the doors closed, as Cami came to stand beside me. “Careful ladies, you do not want to hurt the little one,” Henrietta cautioned. “You would hurt your own child?” Cami asked, disgusted. “Of course not, but you might do so in your haste,” she replied. My eyes scanned the room. I saw Eric and Jackson were moving to either side of Henrietta. “Stop right there, or I will kill her,” Henrietta spat out. Everyone stopped moving, as I glanced back to ensure my babies were safe. They continued to sleep, which I prayed they would do until this was over. “You are all going to step back and let me leave with my daughter,” Henrietta said. Cami gasped, as Jackson stepped forward, “Not a chance, bitch.”. “Is that any kind of language to use around an impressionable mind?” she taunted. “Coming from someone like you, that is rich,” I said, as I continued to watch her movements. She was gett
Julia POV “What the hell does that mean?” Jackson asked. We all sat there considering the words. “It could be the sister asking for help,” I suggested. “It could also be a ploy to trap us,” Eric said. Both were valid reasons given who we were working with. “What do we know about the sister?” I asked. “We do not know a lot. Just that she is Henrietta’s twin, she is powerful, like Henrietta,” Cami shared. “Was she ever considered the good witch?” Jackson asked. “I do not know if either would be considered a good witch,” she admitted, frowning. “I will contact the Witches Council,” Cami said as she stood and pulled out her phone. “Wait. What if this person does need help, will the Witches Council want to help? Or will they want to trap her and harm her?” Jackson asked. “Could it be the Witches Council who has her?” Eric added. Cami was looking between both men, when she threw up her hands, “I have no idea!”.
Julia POV Morning and all its delicious busyness came quickly. The twins were up early, waiting to be fed. We were fortunate they were quickly adapting to a reasonable schedule. One I knew was not the norm for newborn babies. I enjoyed my time feeding my babies, while Eric got them cleaned up. “We make a great team,” Eric smiled, as we put the twins in their car seats. They were perfect when we wanted to transport them, and when we got downstairs so they could stay in them until we had their mat out so they could crawl around and make all the fun noises babies made. Cami and Jackson were coming over this morning. Cami had found something out in her research, that she wanted to share as soon as possible. She wanted to come last night, but Jackson put his foot down, indicating they had other things to do first. I suspect it was a celebration, and chuckled at how annoyed Cami would be to be stopped when on a mission.
Cami POV “How do you know who I am?” I asked, uncertain of what to say. “It is my job to know who is inquiring about me,” the individual responded. “Where are you?” I asked, wanting to get to my questions. “Do you think it would benefit me to share that information?” the individual responded. I paused. They were right. If I had the right person, who was in hiding, why would they try to help me? “Why are you hiding?” I asked. “Seriously? That is the question you want to ask me?” they taunted. I felt like I was on a time clock, and I did not know the skill testing question. “Why is your sister so mean?” I asked bluntly. I did not know if I was, in fact, talking to Martha, but it was worth a shot. I saw a smiley face with tears come across my screen. Are you kidding me?!? “She was born that way,” the individual responded. “So, you are her sister?” I tried to confirm. “I am someone very close to her,” the