HaelThe man in question, Daniel Fletcher, happened to be an incredibly successful Lawyer that many of the celebrities and politicians in town used. Not a single one of them knew that many of his victories came from extortion and blackmail, not that it mattered anymore.The last anyone would see of Daniel Fletcher was him stumbling to his car, the curvy bartender attached at his hip. Her silence was easy enough to buy considering I knew just what it was she wanted.It was the same thing all humans wanted; a chance at becoming one of us.Daniel would turn up eventually. Whether or not he’d turn up alive was the question. Márcia, the bartender that had rejected his advances until they morphed from flattering to threatening, would provide an alibi.With Daniel in the trunk of my car, I took him to the one place no one would think to look. A property belonging to my father that even he forgot he owned.He’d acquired it back when there was some semblance of connection between he and my mot
VioletI couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move as my legs locked and kept me rooted in place.Heat encompassed my entire body, even though the only thing I had in terms of warmth was the towel wrapped around my torso.Lacey had begun to scold me for being naïve enough to yank open the door in nothing but a towel, knowing it was Hael’s mouthwatering scent that poured from every crevice within the door, but stopped when she saw the look on his face. It was proof that even the scarred Prince, as everyone liked to call him, wasn’t immune to the affects of the mate-bond.Pure murder stung Hael’s eyes, darkening his face and hardening it into a masterpiece future artists would weep over. If he decided to kill me right here, my last thoughts would be of the beauty that hid the monster within, all whilst desire and a kindling of arousal twisted my insides like a red-hot blade.I’d never felt desire for another before, never. Only the fictitious men in my novels caught my attention, especially after
Violet“This is a birthday party?” I sputtered, choking on my drink a second time.Olive shrugged, her lips downturned and expression utterly unimpressed. Thinking back to the photos of her on the Link, the ones of her perched in front of a mountain of presents, I could understand her lack of reaction. Her entire childhood had been wrought with parties like this one.Even so, I couldn’t hide my amazement at the raucous event taking place just fifty feet away.We stood at the entrance of Holden’s driveway, just beyond the iron gates with their razor-sharp points. Since the castle—house he lived in sat atop a large hill, it was easy to see the sheer number of people that had come for his birthday celebration.“Didn’t anyone in your old pack have birthday parties?” Olive said only half-jokingly, taking a two-second-long break from scanning the waves of people to meet my gaze.I snorted quietly and tugged the hem of the dress I wore back down my thighs. “None I was ever invited to.”“Righ
Violet“Is that you-know-who?” I lowered my voice to a whisper even though he most likely could hear our every word, down to the ragged breaths I let out.“Voldemort?” Olive replied instantly, but this time her sense of humor wasn’t a comfort, not when Hael had gone out of his way to threaten me against coming here. “No, much worse.”“Does he look angry?” I couldn’t help but ask, scolding both Lacey and me for the shiver of glee that tickled my spine from the thought.“He always looks angry. Turn around and lock eyes with him, that’ll get you a reaction. Shouldn’t be too hard since he’s staring right at you.”Questioning whether or not I had some latent desire to die young, I turned slowly and faced the guy I was unlucky enough to call my mate. He stood far below the raised patio we were on, past the crowds of dancing partygoers in their bikinis and skimpy dresses.Standing at his side was a dark-skinned man that looked a whole lot like the guy he’d been talking to in the kitchen that
Violet“What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to overstep, really. If it’s a bathing suit you’re worried about, I have a t-shirt and shorts you can use.”There was a split second that passed where I was sure I’d refuse, but Lacey’s voice in all of its strength, lifted my darkening thoughts.‘He won’t do anything to us, and if he tries we’ll tear his eyes out.’ She reassured me, a slight growl to her voice. ‘Plus swimming will scatter our scent and make it harder for Hael to find us, which is a bonus because I doubt we’ll ever get the chance to rip his eyes out.’“I—I’ll take that t-shirt and shorts, if you don’t mind.” I swallowed, embracing the happy and semi-threatening thoughts Lacey placed into my head, all of which were meant to take the edge off.Holden’s face lit up at my response, and much like an eager child, he nodded in rapid succession whilst tugging me out of the lounge and down the hall. “I have some clothes in a spare bedroom down here.” He said, pausing at the third white oak do
HaelThat little fucking brat.She ran from me; she seriously ran from me.I knew it had been her even before she turned around. Five minutes was all it took for me to memorize her every curve, the way her hips moved, and breasts bounced with every infuriating giggle she let out.The sound of her laughter was the exact opposite of Mykelle’s, who became a screeching hyena the moment she opened her mouth. Violets was light and airy, with a higher pitch that sounded natural and unforced. The way she threw her entire body into it, throwing back her head so that her mane of pale hair flowed down her back, was almost cute.‘She’s always been cute. Now she’s much more.’ Magnus made note of his growl vibrating my skull—though that could’ve been because of how hard I was grinding my teeth.‘None of it will save her.’ I insisted even though Magnus had stopped listening.She wanted to play chase, did she? Well, little Violet. Wait until you see how good of a hunter I am, just wait.Finding her f
HaelA sickening emotion encompassed me, one that bordered on painful even though I had no physical injury. It left me feeling vulnerable and exposed, two things I swore I’d never feel again. Like a wounded beast, I lashed out.“That’s cute. You think someone like him could be friends with someone like you?” I said coldly.There was a faint rush of satisfaction as her glare wavered, but Violet was also skilled at hiding her emotions, because all too easily her expression shifted into one of disinterest.“I didn’t know you were capable of thinking something was cute.” She drawled, padding around in the lake like I hadn’t ordered her out of it. “Doesn’t that require…oh, I don’t know, a soul?”I cracked my neck, hissing out the strongest pieces of my anger through clenched teeth before responding. Never have I been this out of control.“So help me—”“So help you what, Hael?” She interrupted, shouting from across the lake, her tone taunting. “You’ll kill me and chop me up into little piec
HaelI blinked and the garage was back, the girl in front of me no longer a child but a woman. Her hair longer, lips fuller, and eyes just as round.There was a rapid thudding sensation beneath my fingers, like the ticking of a clock whose timer needed calibrating.“Hael.”She whispered my name and the thudding beneath my fingers skipped a beat.The world settled back into focus, the spots leaving my eyes until I could see clearly the situation I’d put us in.She was pushed against the side of the Ferrari, her throat nestled within the confines of my hand, her body pressed against mine so tightly that I could feel the impression of her nipples against my sternum. Her eyes were burning—burning with both hatred and fear.This was the second time I found myself with my hand around her throat, only this time around I wasn’t squeezing, wasn’t attempting to drain her of the very life I coveted. No, I was only holding her in place, pinning her against the car as I clenched my eyes shut and t