3.Violet’s P.O.V.I crawled into bed absolutely drained of energy. Tonight sapped every ounce of my strength (and possibly my sanity) until I had only fumes left.If it weren’t for those fumes, I would’ve fallen asleep butt naked on top of the comforter.Thankfully, I had just enough to slip on a tank top and some panties before passing out head-first into the pillows. I’d also managed to flick the lock on the door, which made me even more exhausted.There was no amount of time in the world that would help me process everything I’d learned. From meeting Cole’s infamous twin sister, whose rogue gene was so bad she had to be kept locked away from the world, to the fact that I didn’t have these scars when Hael and I had first met.I just didn’t know what to do with it all.Sleep was the only reprieve I had, and even that only lasted so long.I was launched head-first into a nightmare. One full of blood, and the sound of a child’s laughter. When I was torn from sleep, I swore I could sti
Violet’s P.O.V.Denial burned in my gut, fueling my anger. My head was swimming, churning with waves that crashed against one another. On one side was desire, forming a vicious swell that toppled me and shoved me under. Rage helped me break through the waves, but it was becoming so hard to resist when my body sang under his touch.“Fuck you, Hael. Make up your damn mind. Fuck me or murder me, but you can’t have both.” I hissed.He ignored me. Of course, he ignored me. His eyes had already left my face, sliding down the curve of my neck to where my breasts strained against the thin fabric of my tank top, heaving with every ragged breath I took.When his attention flicked back up to my face, his eyes were so hooded I wondered if he could even help himself.Was Hael drowning too? Did he crave me as badly as I craved him?“Have you ever had someone’s mouth there, Princess?” He asked, his voice like gravel.The urge to preen at that horrible nickname he gave me was so strong I had to bite
Hael’s P.O.V.Like a coward, I fled.This scarred, defenseless she-wolf had sent me running twice now. A seasoned assassin with more lives under his belt than most human serial killers, and I was terrified of a girl.No, not terrified of her. Terrified of what she made me feel, of how easily she tore down the carefully constructed walls of restraint I’d built for well over a decade. They might as well have been fucking Legos to her, as easily as she ripped them apart brick by brick.I laid back on my bed, the silk no longer soft but scratchy against my skin.She’d been so soft, so yielding in all of the best ways. Her thick thighs fit perfectly in my grip, her stomach cute enough to sink my teeth into, and her breasts.Fucking hell.Her puffy pink nipples felt like velvet in my mouth and tasted like icing. As much time as she spent in the kitchen, she was beginning to taste like those pastries she made, and I’d be lying if I didn’t wonder whether or not her pussy had the same sweetnes
Hael’s P.O.V.Violet’s scream wasn’t just the kind that pierced your ears. It was the kind that cut through thought and emotion, delving past flesh and bone straight down to something primal.Every one of my honed instincts shouted in unison, taking in the look of abject horror on her face and bellowing, “She’s in danger! She’s in danger!”With fingers curled into claws she lashed out, swiping and scratching at the air. I was rooted in place by shock, my heart actually seizing up in my chest, when she turned on herself. The underdeveloped mate-bond that spanned between us was pulled taught, practically fucking vibrating with her terror.Even human nails could leave a wound, and if she woke up the next day with her face torn to shreds, that guardian of hers would notice. I’m sure it wouldn’t take him long to figure out what happened, and he’d quickly get her back on her cocktail of medications.That’s what I told myself when I grabbed her wrists and pried her hands away from her face.
Violet’s P.O.V.“Insufferable, ignorant, brutish…” I snatched my Mary Jane’s off the floor and shoved my feet into them, then grabbed my blazer and forced my arms into the tangled sleeves. “…no good, disrespectful—”“Those are a lot of adjectives.”I spun around, slapping a hand to my chest as Hael’s voice came from out of nowhere. The asshole in question leaned against the doorframe like he had nothing better to do, which he probably didn’t considering he was severely lacking in the friend department.He changed faster than I thought possible, wearing a fitted t-shirt that made my mouth go dry. It had the University’s crest embroidered on the front and fit him like a glove. It was a damn shame he had the personality of stale bread because those arms were easily drool worthy.Why the hell did my mate have to look like every grisly bad-boy I’d ever read about? Lucky for me, he had the attitude to match.‘Next time he lays his hands on us, we can bite them.’ Lacey suggested.I bit back
Violet’s P.O.V.My venomous hiss turned into a kitten’s squeal when he slammed on the breaks and jerked the steering wheel to the right. The tires wailed and horns sounded as we cut a path out of traffic and onto the shoulder of the main road. Students walking the sidewalks leapt back, eyes wide as they scurried out of the way.“What the hell, Hael!”Slowly, he turned his eyes to where I sat. Like leeches starved for fresh blood, his pitch-black eyes latched onto my face and held on tightly. He began to lean in, inching closer and closer despite how I backed away, sinking into the seat’s iron grasp.“You’re playing a dangerous game, Violet. Can you not see that I’m trying to get answers? Use your brain and realize that giving me what I want prolongs your life. Challenging me only makes me want to hurt you.” He snarled softly.I bit back my urge to insult his horrible job at parallel parking. Clearly, I had a death wish.His breath rolled across my face, and I had to physically hold my
Violet’s P.O.V.The way my heart spasmed whenever he said something hurtful was agonizing. Every spiteful word he hurled at me yanked and pulled at the mate-bond to the point where I wondered if it would eventually give in and shatter. I bit the inside of my cheek, the swift sting of pain drawing me away from my aching heart and back to the present.Hael pulled into a parking spot but made no move to turn off the car. Instead, he angled his body towards me and waited with impatient eyes. I groaned inwardly at the weight of his stare. It would’ve been easier to relive this while he was distracted with driving. The last thing I wanted was for him to watch as I stumbled over my words.“Well, it’s similar to Arianna’s story…only I didn’t murder three children.” I mumbled, glancing up at Hael through my lashes.Hael shifted in his seat, and I blinked as a flash of—of something passed over his face. I had to be imagining things, there was no other option. The war my brain and heart were hav
Violet’s P.O.V.Untouchable twins Kara and Kelsi Bloomberg strutted down the main hall like it was their own personal runway, the golden emblem on their pleated and pressed skirts the logo for their mother’s fashion brand. It was obvious they were looking for me considering their slender noses and mossy eyes were turned my way.I didn’t bother moving, counting the seconds that passed by the number of times my head throbbed. Students flooding through the main doors skirted around me, doing everything in their power not to so much as graze my skin.That was fine by me. I’d rather be treated like the plague than bullied.Two sets of long, tanned legs came to a stop in front of me. The heels that the twin’s wore were definitely not standard uniform shoes, but I wasn’t about to tell them that. The tip of their stiletto’s was sharp enough to draw blood. They towered over my head, several inches taller than my measly five feet, six inches.“Victoria, right?” One of the twin’s, I had no clue