Hope you all enjoyed that smidge of smut before we go back to our story lol Can't have drama all the time!
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?
Nero“So we’re back to square one,” Orion comments when I admit to him what I saw in Cezar’s mind. “And there’s someone else fucking with people’s memories.”I nod. “Not only that, but I have to explain to everyone why Cezar is dead. I’m sure they all felt the link snap,” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “I’ll have to make something up. Thank fuck he didn’t have a wife, or I’ll have to lie more.”“The fucker was lucky he got death after what you told me,” Orion growls. Killing him was easy, but I’m not going to tell Orion how I wish I kept him alive so I could slowly torture him. After what I saw, he deserved that, at least.“Okay, enough about that fucker. We need to focus on the leads Osiris had before they got to him. What have you got so far?” I ask, leaning forward on my desk. Orion brings out a laptop and places it in front of me. “I’ve gone through everything on here, but none of it makes sense to me. See if you have any luck with this,” he says, sliding the laptop acr
NeroI’ve been thinking about how to approach Morana about Osiris’s investigations. Not only do I not know how it’s going to be, I also have no idea if she’s even aware of the fact that Osiris was looking into her wolf.To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to find what I did on his laptop. I thought he was looking into Camellia’s memory erasure, so why was he so caught up in Morana’s wolf? Are the two connected? I can’t ponder this any longer than I have because there’s a knock on my office door and I know it’s Morana. She walks in with an extremely nervous look on her face and the anxiety in her scent doesn’t set me at ease, either.“You wanted to see me, Nero?” she asks as she approaches my desk and I nod and get to my feet, gesturing to the sofas. “Sit down, there’s something we need to talk about,” I say as I sit down on one of the two-seater sofas and she lowers herself next to me. “It’s about your wolf—”“Did Camellia tell you about my dreams?” she shrieks. “She promised she wouldn
OrionNero’s office has the kind of quiet tension you can feel in your bones, the kind that comes after months of chasing shadows and uprooting every twisted part of that ring. Osiris and I are settled across from him, listening intently as he wraps up the conference call with Arkyn and Creed. My brother’s voice is steady as he discusses the last few details. It’s taken months to dismantle, but here we are, finally piecing everything back together.“Look,” Creed’s voice crackles over the line, blunt as ever, “everyone’s been dealt with. But Legacy’s name hasn’t come up in any interrogation or confession, not even once. He’s protected. Everyone’s too fucking scared to name him.”Nero sighs, fingers rubbing at his temples. “He’s the one wild card. Every single person higher up has been captured, but Legacy? Silence. And we all know silence from someone that powerful isn’t accidental.”“Leave Legacy to me,” Arkyn’s voice cuts in, dark and simmering with barely contained fury. “He’s still
OrionThe cool earth beneath us grounds me as I lay there, my arm draped over Zane, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. His scent—apples and something inherently him—fills the air around us, mingling with the sharp, raw scent of our freshly marked bond. The ache of his mark on my nape throbs in time with my heartbeat, a constant reminder that he’s real, that he’s here.I trail my fingers down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin, the familiar shape of him that I thought I’d lost forever. Everything about this feels surreal, like I’ve stepped into a dream I can’t bear to wake from.“We should probably… head back,” I murmur, though the thought of leaving this spot, leaving him even for a second, feels impossible. But there’s a part of me that knows we can’t hide here forever, that we owe it to my family, to everyone who believed Zane was gone, to know the truth. “They’ll want to know what happened.”Zane chuckles, a low, familiar sound that makes something tighten in my c
OrionI hold him, my arms wrapped so tightly around him I’m half-worried I’ll break him. But I can’t let go. My mind’s struggling to process this, and I keep expecting to blink and find the empty forest around me, cold and alone again. But he’s here, solid and warm in my arms, and his scent fills the air—apples, fresh and grounding, just like it always was. Just like home.“Ri,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest against my chest, fingers splayed over my heart like he’s memorizing the feel of me. “You look like you’re seeing a ghost.”“Maybe I am,” I admit, my voice low, rough. “I don’t know if I’m going to wake up any second and realize this is all just… wishful thinking.”I pull back slightly, my eyes searching his face, taking in every detail, every line and scar I’d memorized so long ago. My fingers tremble as they brush over his jaw, his cheek, his lips, as if I’m trying to convince myself this isn’t some twisted trick. “You’re… you’re really here,” I murmur, my voice catching
ZaneMy eyes flutter open, and I find myself surrounded by mirrors, an endless maze of reflections that stretch in every direction. I blink, disoriented, confusion settling in as I try to make sense of where I am. The last thing I remember is Orion’s hand tightening around my neck, the darkness closing in as everything faded away. So why am I here? Why am I … still here?A soft voice, melodic and soothing, echoes behind me. “Welcome, Zane.”I turn slowly, my eyes widening as I see her. She’s walking toward me, an ethereal glow surrounding her, golden light radiating from every step. Her long, flowing blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and a beautiful gown drapes around her in waves, moving as if it’s part of the light itself. Her eyes are a shade of gold that feels ancient, otherworldly, yet warm. A black teardrop pendant hangs from her neck, glinting softly in the glow that envelops her.My heart skips a beat as realization dawns, and my knees buckle, pulling me to the floor.
OrionThe path to Natasha’s hideout is a blur, every step a pulse of barely controlled rage. The air hums with the charge of dark magic, a twisted energy that beckons me, taunting me. My hands tremble with the beast’s fury, simmering just beneath my skin, but I haven’t let it loose yet. Not fully. There’s a strange clarity to my anger—a focus that makes every sense sharper, every movement precise.The moment I reach the edge of the hideout, I don’t stop to think. I kick down the door, wood splintering under the force of my boot, and I step inside, feeling every ounce of anger, every piece of heartbreak, flood through me like a dam breaking. The witches turn, eyes wide with shock, but I don’t give them a chance to scream.The first one goes down without a sound, my hand gripping her neck as I lift her off the ground. She thrashes, her mouth opening in a silent plea, but I don’t hesitate. I twist, the snap echoing through the room, and drop her to the floor like the insignificant piece
OrionI’m trapped, locked inside my own body as I watch my fists swing, my legs move, every calculated hit landing with ruthless precision. But it’s not me—not really. I can’t stop it. Can’t control it. All I can do is watch from somewhere deep inside, helpless as I fight against the people I swore to protect.Nero’s face twists in pain as my fist connects with his ribs. Osiris tries to grab me from the side, but I counter, landing a brutal blow to his shoulder, hearing the sickening crunch. They’re all holding back—I can feel it in their strikes, in the way they hesitate just before their fists meet flesh. They’re trying to save me, trying to fight me without hurting me. But I don’t feel that same mercy. Whoever is controlling my body… they’re enjoying this.Two Alphas should have me on my knees by now, but Natasha planned this perfectly. She knew they wouldn’t give it everything; she counted on it. And the part of me that’s still here, watching, feels every bit of the twisted ple
ZaneThe past three days have been a hell I can barely stomach. I’ve been confined to Nero’s territory, shackled by suspicion, and only allowed out of the locked room to help strategize. And I am trying—I’m trying everything I can think of. But it’s never enough. No matter what I say or how much I beg them to let me help, they’re always watching me, waiting for some slip that proves them right.Today, it’s worse. Nero had used his Alpha Sight on me, sifting through memories and thoughts, and I didn’t fight him. I let him dig, let him see everything, hoping he’d find something that could give us an edge. But there was nothing—nothing useful, anyway. Just more dead ends.Nova’s been working nonstop, her face growing more exhausted with each passing hour, trying spell after spell, looking for anything that could point us to Orion’s location. The tension is mounting, everyone on edge, barely able to look at each other without a fight breaking out.I’m pacing the war room, barely hearing
ZaneThe sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the hallway outside my locked room, and I know it’s Nero before he even steps inside. There’s a weight to his presence, a dark edge that fills the space long before he even opens the door. When the lock clicks and the door swings open, he’s standing there, arms crossed, his expression a storm of anger and something I can’t quite read.He doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me, and I feel the hostility radiating off him like heat. He’s still angry—hell, probably furious—and I know exactly why. This isn’t just about what’s happening now. It’s about everything I did to Orion, every lie, every betrayal.“Start talking,” he finally says, his voice low and controlled, but I can tell it’s taking every ounce of his restraint not to rip into me right here and now.I take a breath, trying to steady myself, and meet his gaze. There’s no use in holding anything back now. It’s time for him to know the truth—the whole, brutal truth.“She’s goin
ZaneThe jet touches down with a low rumble, and I can already feel the tension in the air as we approach Nero’s territory. This is Leonetti land, and stepping onto it feels like walking into the lion’s den. I know the reception I’m about to get isn’t going to be friendly.As soon as the door opens and I step out, the familiar scent of pine and earth fills my senses. But that sense of home is quickly overshadowed by the heavy tension that hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. Nero is already waiting for us at the landing site, and the second he lays eyes on me, his expression darkens.Before I can react, he’s moving toward me, his eyes blazing with fury. Every muscle in his body is tensed, ready to tear me apart, and for a second, I wonder if I’ll even survive the next few minutes.“Zane!” he snarls, his voice echoing across the open space. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here.”I don’t move. I can’t. I’ve expected this, and part of me knows I deserve it. Bu