CamelliaNero steps into the kitchen and I can’t bring myself to look at him. I’ve been left inside my own thoughts for the entire day, and that did nothing to help my jealousy.Who was Nero sleeping with when I was missing? Who did he use to keep his bed warm when he thought I wasn’t coming back? Was he going to make someone else his Luna? These questions have been running through my mind since this morning and I hate that it’s made me feel so insecure.It also doesn’t help that I’m covered in flour and my hair is piled up in a messy bun on top of my head.“Everything okay?” he asks as I take my frustrations out on the dough in front of me. “Everything’s fine,” I grumble, but I still don’t meet his eyes. Somehow, I know he’ll see right through me if I had to look up, and I don’t want to hazard a guess. I hear his footsteps as he approaches me and he comes to a stop next to me. He takes my hands, full of flour and everything, and spins me around so I’m facing him before he tilts my
NeroSo, I nearly lost it with Camellia in the fucking kitchen of all places. She honestly has no idea what she does to me or how devoted I am to her; how this mark on my nape means she owns me body and soul.Irina wasn’t in the pack lands by the time I wanted to speak with her, but I am seeing her tomorrow morning. No one is allowed to make my mate feel inferior, much less her own pack members. She’s been different after our ‘talk’ in the kitchen, but I can’t put my finger on how. I wonder what’s running through her head right now, what she thinks of what I said earlier today. She hasn’t brought it up again, so I guess I’ll see.I shut down the spray in the shower and step out, grabbing a towel to dry my body. Today was just an emotional wave and honestly, I could use sleep right now. Walking out of the bathroom, I towel dry my hair while going toward the walk-in, slip on a pair of boxers and throw the damp towels in the hamper.When I step out into the bedroom, my eyes nearly fuckin
CamelliaI’ve been sitting outside in the garden, trying to get my thoughts straight, but all I can think about is what Nero did to me this morning. I honestly did not expect to be woken up with his tongue in between my legs, much less Nereo interrupting us!Now here I am, sitting with a flushed face as the scene keeps on replaying over and over in my head. Nero is quite … experienced and seems to know my body better than I do. I wonder how our sex life used to be before everything. Will I still be able to please him even though I don’t remember what he likes?I shake my head as if that will remove the negative thoughts from my mind. Gods, I need to stop thinking I’m not worthy of being at Nero’s side because it’s obvious that he adores me even now.With my mind made up, I stand up and make my way toward Nero’s office. There are a few things I need to know if I’m going to take on this role of Luna again. I can’t keep shying away from my responsibilities just because of my memory loss.
Nero“We’ve got something.”I look up from my paperwork as Orion storms into my office, his eyes wild. “What do you mean? About Osiris?”He nods. “I found his cell phone and had to figure out his passwords, but I’m in,” he says, handing me the device. “The day he went to drop Cecelia off, he had to be somewhere, right? Turns out he was meeting with Boris.”My heart stills, and I look down at the cell phone in my hand. Orion had left it open in the text messages and a picture started forming in my mind: Boris, Cezar’s right hand, was going to meet with Osiris. He apparently had news that Osiris wanted, and they had agreed to meet. The only problem is I know for a fucking fact that Boris is in Romania right now, taking care of his sick mother.“Why the fuck would Siris believe this? How could he have been tricked so easily?” I ask, shaking my head. “It makes no godsdamned sense.”“That’s just it, Nero. Siris has been using Boris as a spy for a long time. He trusted the fucker for some
CamelliaAs soon as I walk into the kitchen and see Nero leaning against the marble counter, I can feel something is wrong. Nereo is not feeling well, so after tucking him in bed for a nap after daycare, I wanted to come start with dinner, but the look on Nero’s face gave me pause.“Where’s Nereo?” he asks before I can ask what’s wrong.“He’s not feeling well. I got some meds from the pack clinic and put him to bed. Is everything okay?” I say as I approach him and he shakes his head. “We found Osiris,” he says and shock courses through me… but then I frown because he doesn’t look particularly happy. The only thing that could mean is—“Oh my Goddess, is he okay? He’s not hurt, is he?” I say as I place my hands on his chest, and he shakes his head while holding my wrists.“It’s not like that, no, he…” he trails off and sighs. “It seems he got too close to the truth about who took your memories and they did the same to him. But they didn’t just take his memories, Camellia, they took his
NeroI’ve barely had time to sit the past few days since we found Osiris and have been in more meetings that I can count. Cecelia couldn’t leave Norway as she had an important session with a witch doctor scheduled for the next week, so I had to go to the next big thing. But none of the witches I have spoken to seems to know what I am talking about or what could be wrong with my brother.Frustration doesn’t even cover it. No other Alpha in the country has heard of what happened to Camellia and Osiris, but they’ll be keeping an eye out for me. Not even Creed’s witch, the one who was trained by the Moon Goddess Catarina herself, has a clue what this could mean, but she’ll be looking into it and letting me know.So, now I’m back to pacing my office. I have no idea how to end this fucked up nightmare because I don’t even know how it even started. Walking to my bourbon decanters, I pour myself two fingers when I hear the door to my office opening. I don’t even need to turn around to know i
NeroI’m sitting in the soundproof basement of the pack house; soundproof for the exact reason you’re thinking it is.Cezar’s tied to a chair in the dimly lit room, his eyes darting between Orion and me as we stand before him. His hands are bound securely, and his usual air of authority is replaced by an uneasy tension.“Nero? What the hell is going on? Why am I tied up?” he asks, trying not to show fear, but I know him already.I cross my arms and pin him with a glare. “You know exactly why you’re here, Uncle, and you need to start talking before I start breaking.”He swallows hard, his throat bobbing. “I—I don’t know what you mean. Whatever she told you is a lie—”“So you’re saying my mate is lying about feeling scared when she’s around you? Because I can tell you now that I’ll believe her before I believe you,” I say, and I swear I can fucking see her looking relieved.What the hell is that about?“You need to start talking,” I repeat, my voice steady but filled with a cold fury. “
CamelliaNero has been acting odd these past few days. He seems to be a lot more attentive, constantly telling me he loves me even when I can’t return the sentiment yet. I know I shouldn’t be complaining but I can tell when something’s up.Right now I’m in the kitchen with Osiris. He’s helping me cook and talking about his problems a bit. I don’t mind at all and wish I could have had someone like that when my memories were taken.“Did you ever get these flashes of images? I get them a lot lately and they’re always accompanied by—”“Mind splitting headaches,” I say while chopping the vegetables for the stir fry. He looks surprised that I would admit this. “Yep, but I only started getting them when Nero came into my life again. I’ve gotten more flashbacks since being home from Italy.”He continues slicing the chicken filets into strips, then he glances up again. “That makes sense, I guess. But I thought the witch said our memories were completely removed, not just hidden under a spell?