MasukViolet
That news should have made me glad. I was nursing a very recent heartache and just erased everything connecting me to the man I’d been dreaming of marrying.
But the way my mother said that line told me our pack’s situation was grave.
Dad immediately fussed over me. “Ignore your mother, you have come home after such a long time.”
He pulled me into a hug and said to mom. “She must be hungry. Get her something to eat.”
Mom hurried inside the kitchen while servants brought my bags inside. I had mixed feelings about returning to the place I had grown up in.
I recalled how I had left happily from this home, telling my parents proudly that I was creating my own pack, my own little nest with Nate.
But I had burned everything down, stripped it bare with my hands before coming here. A lump rose in my throat that I quickly swallowed to quash down the painful memories.
“Is everything alright?” I asked my father whose tense smile didn’t escape my eyes.
“Nothing you need to worry about” He smiled but I shook my head. “Please dad, I am not a little girl anymore that you need to protect. What is going on?”
Dad sighed and I could see the defeat in his eyes. It absolutely crushed me to see him helpless like this.
“I am not sure what went wrong between you and Nate but it seems all the alphas are siding with him after the video went viral.”
I didn’t need to ask what video. Apparently, it had been widely circulated on social media and turned me into a meme.
At least, my parents already knew and I wouldn’t have to cook up an elaborate story on the reason of my breakup with Nate.
“I didn’t…I wouldn’t” I began but dad placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I know he spun a web of lies with that girl. But they have everybody convinced you were the culprit… and now nobody wants to do business with us.”
I hated the way my father was struggling for words, like he was trying to save me from the brutal online bullying and not disclose the harsh slangs people must have hurled at me.
While I was busy deleting myself from Nate’s life he and Nicole spread all the negativity and lies about me in the entire community. I had still accepted my fate somehow, but they had gone ahead and dragged my family in this??
I grew furious and instantly headed outside the door, ignoring the hot plate of food mom brought for me.
“Violet, wait, where are you going? There is no use trying to talk to Nate.”
I took a deep breath, grabbed my keys and answered.
“I won’t”
I didn’t really have a destination in mind but I was absolutely not going to sit and do nothing. Somehow a location popped up in my head and twenty minutes later, I was walking in the same restaurant where everything began-Salt & Smoke.
Luckily, the waitress who had attended me was heading outside and I knowingly bumped into her.
“Hey, I am looking for someone. The customer you served today. Did he give you a name or number?”
I didn’t waste time in idle chitchat though her eyes widened in surprise.
“You…I attended you. And then there was the attack.I’m Lucy by the way…” She began but I was in a hurry.
“Yes, then a man fought all the rogues. Do you know his name?” I asked and she blinked in surprise.
“Everybody knows his name. He is the infamous Elijah Lockwood. He returned to the city last weekend.”
She looked at me as if I had grown another head, as if I was oblivious to the existence of the sun itself.
“Thanks. Do you have his number?”
The waitress shook her head. “Not his personal number but the one he made the reservation with should be in the computer that got destroyed in the attack.”
Shit. Now how was I supposed to find him?
I pulled up my mobile and typed his name in the search bar but nothing popped up. Didn’t she say the entire city knew his name?
I was almost at my wits end when she suddenly blurted out. “I heard him talking to someone on the phone about meeting at the Players Den tonight.”
Oh thank heavens! I immediately pulled out a few notes and handed them to her without counting. “Thanks for the help.”
Players Den was relatively easy to find. It popped up on the search immediately and I was once again driving through the city in the dead of the night.
I was just going on a random hunt but I prayed to the Moon Goddess to let him be there when I reached.
An hour later, I parked outside a huge, half-broken sign that read ‘Players Den’ and stood in front of the tall dark building that looked less of a pub and more of a mafia secret lair.
A sleek black car was parked in the corner and I felt hopeful though the place was a bit creepy.
“This is for mom and dad,” I repeated in my head.
I then put on my coat, grabbed my purse and climbed the small flight of stairs that brought me in front of a huge door that had seen better days. There were no guards to stop me as I stepped in and no loud music blaring through the windows.
And a second later, I realized why.
It was an abandoned building with broken furniture, scraps of metal and discarded items lying around amid a large pool of water.
My eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness and my body was on alert mode. I only wished I had a knife or some kind of weapon.
If I was lucky there wouldn’t be rogues lurking around.
I crouched low and surveyed the place, wondering if I should shout Elijah’s name out loud.
But then my eyes fell on the only source of light down the passageway to my left.
A single bulb was flickering in the dark space and below it I saw someone tied to a chair. The person’s head was hanging down and blood was trickling down his body and mixing into the water below.
A man was leaning over him, tall, dark and wearing black. Undoubtedly Elijah Lockwood.
“Who sent you?” Elijah asked while twirling a sharp blade in his hands.
Forget answering, his prisoner didn't even move but a second later, a shrill scream ripped out of his throat, echoing through the large space as I saw Elijah press the blade into his captive’s cheek, a trail of blood oozing out of the cut.
I immediately crouched behind a pillar and peeked outside, heart thundering wildly.
When the scream died down, I gulped and wondered how to run towards the exit without making a sound but then Elijah’s voice echoed again.
“I was talking to you,” he said, slow and unhurried.
My blood turned to ice.
“Little girl.”
Shit!
VioletMy room felt like a sanctuary when I finally reached it.I changed into pajamas, and went through the motions of washing my face and brushing my teeth. I hesitantly stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, half expecting to see glowing eyes or reaching hands.But there was only my own reflection, pale and tired and human.Back in my room, I noticed the moon visible through my window. It was full and bright, hanging in the dark sky like a beacon.I moved to the window and looked up at it, letting the silvery light wash over me. There was comfort in the moon, in the white light it cast over all of us."Moon Goddess," I whispered, my hands pressed against the cool glass. "If you're listening, please keep me safe. I am terrified of what is going on. I…I don’t want to feel afraid. Please protect me from whatever is happening. Please guide me through this darkness." Then added “And protect him too”The prayer felt silly, childish even. But it also felt necessary, like reaching out to
VioletThe words might as well have been poison. I watched them land, watched Elijah's face crumple like I'd physically struck him.All the color drained from his features. His eyes went wide with pain so raw it made my stomach turn. His mouth opened but no sound came out, like I'd stolen his ability to speak.When he finally found his voice, it was strained, rough, barely above a whisper."You're right." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with the effort. "I'm sorry. I was forgetting my place.""Elijah, no, I mean Alpha Elijah, I should apologize. I am just worked up""No, you're absolutely right." He cleared his throat, the sound harsh. His hands clenched into fists at his sides before he deliberately relaxed them, forcing his body back into controlled composure. "I overstepped. Again. It seems to be a pattern with me."He turned to face me, and the careful blankness of his expression was somehow worse than the raw pain had been. It was like he'd shut down, pulled away, ret
VioletWhen I realized he wasn’t going anywhere I took the bottle from him, forcing myself to stop behaving erratically.I was the goddamn Director of Design. I was supposed to be calm and composed, not screaming like a lunatic.Thankfully, nobody except Elijah saw my meltdown. My gaze flicked to his torn shirt that he quickly buttoned over and covered up with his coat.I raised a shaking hand to wipe at my face after finishing another bottle of water."Here." Elijah pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, offering it to me.I hesitated before taking it and dabbed at my face, wiping away the sweat and probably most of my ruined makeup along with it.I wondered what a disaster I must look to him with that messed up hair and mascara running down my eyes.What would the security guards think of me? What would Elijah think of me after I clung to him and clawed at him?I felt embarrassed and couldn’t even look him in the eye."You missed a spot," Elijah said softly.I lowered the handkerch
VioletHe slightly angled my face to the right and I followed his gaze, turning my head slightly to look at the now-open elevator doors.Three security guards stood there, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion. Behind them, the hallway of the parking garage stretched out normally. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, concrete walls solid and unremarkable.“Calm down. You’re safe” He repeated as I still didn’t let go of his shirt.The security guards were staring at us. At me, specifically, still clinging to Elijah like he was a life raft in stormy seas. Their faces were carefully neutral in the way of people witnessing something awkward but trying to be professional about it."Leave," Elijah ordered, his voice brooking no argument. "Now. And get maintenance to check this elevator immediately.""Alpha, but you are…" One of them began but Elijah repeated in a stern voice."Now!!"The security guards nodded and hurried away immediately, leaving the two of us in the still open
VioletMeanwhile, Elijah grabbed me, turned me away from the doors and pulled me against his chest. His body formed a shield between me and whatever I was seeing, solid and warm and real."It's okay," he was saying, his voice urgent but controlled. "You're okay. Nothing's going to hurt you. I'm here."But it wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. Because I could still see her over his shoulder, could see the witch pulling herself further out of the mirror-door, could see her mouth moving in silent words that felt like hooks in my mind.Finish what was started. Free me!!"No," I whimpered, my body growing tired due to the struggle against his arms that might as well have been made of steel.No matter how much I scratched or clawed at him, he didn’t let go.He only pulled me closer, burying my face in Elijah's shirt, wrapping my arms around him with desperate strength."No, no, no."His arms tightened around me, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. "I've got you," he murmured, his
VioletIt was time to prove that yesterday's rest had fixed whatever was wrong with me.I picked up my digital pen and touched it to the tablet.And my hand obeyed me.Relief flooded through me as I sketched out a concept for a bracelet, then another for a pendant. They were all normal designs, beautiful but unremarkable, exactly what I should be creating.There were no wolves, thorns or compulsive repetition or loss of control.I'd been right. It had just been stress and exhaustion. Nothing supernatural or strange, just my brain and body telling me I needed rest.I worked through the morning with growing confidence, creating design after design, each one coming easily and naturally. This was what I was good at, what I was meant to do.By lunch, I had a small collection of concepts ready to present to the team. I felt productive and competent and almost happy.Maybe everything really would be okay.Maybe, just maybe, I could get my life back under control.The afternoon passed in a si
Violet"So," he said softly, "you were not lying.""I told you," I said, my voice embarrassingly unsteady. "I don't lie.""No." His thumb moved, just barely, just enough, and my grip on his lapel tightened involuntarily. "You just make me not want to take any chances.""Is that a complaint?""It's
VioletMy eyes feasted on the sight of him, forgetting everything else temporarily.He was wearing a dark charcoal suit, the jacket sitting perfectly across his chest like it had been built around him rather than purchased. The white shirt underneath stretched across his broad torso, revealing just
VioletHuh? When did that happen and why wasn’t I aware of it?“Oh damn, so you postponed it? Why?" She then turned to look at me. “You didn’t like the honeymoon destination?”I was scandalized to even hear the word honeymoon. My brain hadn’t really thought that far ahead.“And that is the reason I
VioletI couldn’t believe my ears. I had just saved my pack and my home.Technically, he hadn’t given me a ‘yes’ but I knew if I brainstormed some more and provided him with good ideas, he would agree.And I was going to work harder than ever!But I wasn’t going to jump around again in front of him







