Katrina’s POV"Okay, which should I choose?" I asked no one else but myself as I stood, hands on hips, observing the dresses I had spread out on the mattress.Different designs and colors of dresses lay before me. The kind of dresses I had only seen on Amanda, Gina or other rich females back at Shaun's pack.Now the dresses were in my vision and all mine for whenever I wanted to wear them. It was evening and the sun had almost set completely, casting an orange hue in the sky.The clock read 5:23 pm and I had little over an hour to get ready. A maid had come over during my nap and informed me there would be an official dinner in the evening.I was a bit pained at the interruption thus it was the first time I had gotten to taking a nap. Amanda never let me catch a breather not to talk of having time to rest during the day.Sometimes even at night I wouldn't be able to as a result of pain and overthinking or most times the fear of Shaun coming in to force himself on me.I had never felt
Katrina’s POV"You'll see," she declared and turned to the clothes. "Okay, time to help you make your choice."“Don't keep me hanging like that,” I almost whine.She whirled to send me an inquisitive glimpse at my tone but chuckled as she caught sight of my expression which was a total contrast to the blank one of the last minute. “Sorry but I have to.”“Why?” I asked again.“Because it would be a nice surprise,” she answered in a shrug. “Also I like to keep people hanging.”“Wow,” I blurted, my mouth gaping. “I guess I chose the wrong word then.”“Maybe you did,” she laughed at my utterance. “But what’s to life without a little curiosity?”“Curiosity they said killed a cat, Ariana,” I argued, saying her name for the first time since we met.“For a while there I thought you had forgotten my name or didn't catch it when I introduced myself to you yesterday,” she snorted and bent to pick up the black dress with a slit and pressed the top of the dress to my neck. “I heard you loud and c
Katrina’s POVMy heels clicked away on the reflective and shiny marble glass as I walked beside her toward a corner where I could perceive the scent of food and noted the door to my right was the kitchen.I couldn't quite believe in the past 24 hours I hadn't entered the kitchen. A place which was my usual spot where I did lots and lots of chores and underwent different series of physical and mental abuses.“What’s wrong Miss?” Maddy asked all of a sudden and I jolted as she poked my arm lightly, prompting me to realize I had come to a stop, my vision trained on the kitchen door.“Nothing,” I beamed and moved my head from side to side, partly in denial and partly to shake of the gloomy thoughts and images that flooded my mind on those few seconds. “Let’s go.”She bobbed her head at me and we trudged the rest of the distance to a corner, there was no door but a corner and I caught sight of a long table before I spotted the company around it.“I leave you here Miss,” Mandy declared, bow
Katrina’s POVDinner went smoothly and wasn't as tense as I had thought, the only strange person to me was Steven who was introduced as a bestfriend, nonetheless I found him to be easygoing.I noticed Davos’s eyes on me all through the hour we spent enjoying our meal and sharing conversation. He was in no way subtle about his lustful gaze and it was too noticeable for anyone to ignore.At some point Mathew had to excuse himself, his words being that he needed his food to digest before he puked at the amount of sexual heat he was sensing from his king.I was a werewolf, however there were a lot of things I didn't know or experienced like other beings of my kind. Not having a wolf like most people dealt with me and made me feel inferior and lack basic knowledge.Being surrounded by Lycans at the dinner table and mostly at the new environment was weird and scary all at once. They appeared to be larger and more sharper in senses than normal werewolves.Truth be told I was taken aback when
Katrina’s POVAs expected, Ariana had succeeded in convincing me or maybe using the word ‘dragging’ me would be perfect for how I was made to change from my comfy attire of cotton shorts and a brown vest.Into loose fitting jean pants which I was wearing for the first time in my life beneath a black short-sleeved crop top. It was a wonder how in only some days since I had changed environment and closed, I discovered things about myself I didn't know.Like how my face looked better with my hair in a side style with the strands falling over one shoulder. How my eyes shined when I was excited and how I had a beautiful slender figure with enough flesh in the perfect places.“Can we go now?” She asked in excitement as I was fully clothed into her choice of attire.“Yes,” I agreed and she dragged me by the arm out of my room and down the stairs, my hair flying behind me and she giggling as I grumbled, my voice breaking as I bounced on the steps.We crossed the large hall on the downflooor w
Katrina’s POVAs Steven walked inside and we strolled in behind him, I grabbed Ariana by the arm and slowed down our steps, Ariana sent me an inquisitive glimpse. “Is he your mate?” I interrogated, letting my curiosity take over.“Because we are all lovey-dovey with each other?” Ariana asked in a chuckle.“Yes,” I confirmed the question, but I see no mate mark on your skin which is why I asked.“No we are not mates,” she cleared my doubts with a straight answer.“Then what? How?” I implored, becoming more confused the next moment.“Just testing the waters.” She shrugged and I was astounded by her response. “What if he finds a mate? Or you do?” I quizzed, striving to wrap my head around the situation I was presented with. “What will happen?”“Don't fret darling,” she squeezed my fingers which were wrapped around her bicep. “It's cute to see you worried about me. Nonetheless we have discussed the possibility of that happening.”“And?” I asked, eyes narrowed in her direction.“We decid
Katrina’s POVIt had been a week since our visit to the mall and getting groceries. We ended up too tired from the mall while I was uncomfortable about being around Steven and somehow we ended up leaving without getting something extra.Well aside from Ariana of course who couldn't resist buying a new design of Louis vuitton heels which she spotted on display. I knew she would fall for it especially when she was told it was also a limited edition.The price was enough to give me a headache but she paid without blinking and I thought she would be fine. However she ended up grumbling once we were in the car about how she was spending that huge amount of money at a mall owned by her brother ‘Davos’I would have laughed out loud at her grumbling but the fact my mind was elsewhere and with Steven stealing glances at me? I didn't find her situation funny.When we arrived home sometime in the early evening and ran into Davos at the entrance whom didn't waste time to ask Steven for his key. H
Katrina’s POV“What about my necklace?” I implored, my fingers going upward to play with the stone.“You appear scared anytime you notice me peer at it,” he muttered in observation as my irises darted every which way.“No I am not,” I lied once again.“You are,” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb on my jaw. “Like now.”“How do you know that?” I interrogated, trying to shake my head out of his hold but that proved futile as his grip proved strong.“Your lips might lie Katrina,” he smirked, eyes continuing to darken with every second that ticks by, my heart beating at an intense pace as tension cracked in the air. “But your eyes’s can’t.”“I am not lying my king I am—-”“Shhh,” he cut me off, his lids clamping short as he inhaled sharply. “I hate liars Katrina.”“I’m so sorry my king I—”“I shushed you dear one,” he murmured, eyes still shut and to my relief, his hand on my jaw released it but that relief got snatched away as he pressed his forehead to mine, our faces sticking together as hi
Katrina’s POVThe wind howled through the valley, carrying the scent of blood and smoke, even after all this time. The battle was over, but the land still bore the scars of war—charred earth, shattered weapons, and graves upon graves stretching farther than my eyes could see. I stood at the edge of the ridge, my cloak billowing behind me. The sun was setting, casting an eerie golden glow over the ruins below. It should have been beautiful. Instead, it felt haunting, as though the land itself mourned what had transpired here. Jax stood beside me, his large frame unusually still. He wasn’t the same man who had charged into battle with reckless confidence. None of us were the same anymore. Mira knelt beside a small grave, placing a single white flower upon the fresh mound of dirt. “She was only eighteen,” she murmured, her voice tight with grief. “She was supposed to see the world, not…” Her voice trailed off as her fingers traced the name etched into the stone. Shaun was further
Katrina’s POVAside from the distant moans of the injured and the crackle of dying fires, the battlefield was eerily quiet. Staring at the Crimson Alpha's lifeless body, his once-imposing figure reduced to a heap of broken bones and lost force, made my heart race. The victorious moment, however, felt unjust. hollow. I felt a shudder go through me as a slow, purposeful clap reverberated over the field. When I turned, I saw Lucy Hawthorne standing there. Her icy-blue eyes gleamed with laughter, and her scarlet cloak hardly stirred in the wind. As she stepped forward, her boots stomping on the blood-soaked grass, she exclaimed, "Well done." "You really did a favor for me." Mira tensed up next to me, her hand clenching over her knife. With a low growl, Jax's muscles tensed, poised to attack. Shaun's amber eyes blazed with anger as he took a defensive step forward. Davos, however, was the one who spoke at last. His voice was like steel as he said, "You were never here for him." “You
Katrina’s POVSharp, constant pain throbbed in my ribs, but I made myself sit up. With bodies moving, weapons clashing, and the smell of blood heavy in the air, the battlefield remained a blur. My body was screaming for me to stay down and breathe, but I was unable to do so.With Mira out there, no.She was in charge of a mission that had the power to alter everything, somewhere beyond the mayhem.Shaun squatted next to me, his expression tight. "You ought not to be moving."I cleaned my mouth of blood. "I have no other option."His eyes grew gloomy. "Mira will take care of it."I forced myself to stand up despite the pain in my limbs and let out a sharp exhale. "She must."Because we would all fail if she did.The night was thick with tension and pressed against my skin.Somewhere out there, Mira and her crew were sneaking through the enemy's fortifications, moving like ghosts in the dark. Destroying their supply chains wasn’t just a mission—it was our only chance. If they fa
Katrina's POV With the exception of the distant crackling of flames devouring the remains of the dead, the battlefield was strangely quiet. The ground was slippery with the remains of soldiers who had sacrificed their lives for this conflict, and the air was heavy with the smell of blood and burned flesh. I walked over corpses, some I recognized, others I didn't, and my heart ached. The never-ending cycle of violence had taken another person, and each one was a loss. And yet there he was, in the middle of the slaughter. The Alpha Crimson. Despite the devastation all around him, he remained tall and intimidating. His posture eased as if he were just a spectator to the mayhem he had created, and his crimson eyes burned like coals. My body cried out for me to fight, to put a stop to this once and for all, and my grasp tightened around my blade. However, he held up a hand. "We need to talk, Katrina." My whole body hummed with stress as I tightened my jaw. "I have nothing to say to
Katrina’s POVUnease was in the air at the war camp. The tension was oppressive and unavoidable; it adhered to my skin like a dense mist. There was a problem. The absence of food supply had been the first clue. When additional warriors joined our army, we first believed that the rations were being stretched thin, which was a simple error. Weapons, however, disappeared. Our strategy tent's plans outlining our next course of action vanished. Worst of all, fighters were vanishing into thin air. I looked around the camp as I stood outside my tent. Long, unsettling shadows were thrown over the restless warriors by fires that flared in the darkness. They experienced the paranoia and the feeling that something was falling apart inside of them as well. Shaun came over, his face serious. "Last night, another fighter disappeared. a top scout for us. No indication of a fight. It seems as if he just left. Mira folded her arms. "Someone is helping the enemy." I let out a deep breath, my thoug
Katrina's POVEven the most courageous soldiers were hesitant to enter the safehouse since it was tucked away in the deepest area of the forest. It was an area unaffected by conflict or the mayhem engulfing the world beyond the woods. My youngster was protected here.That's what I kept telling myself, anyhow.As the last of the sunshine slipped behind the tall trees, I watched from the doorway of the little wooden home. The soft sound of my son's laughing reverberated within, a tune so innocent that it didn't fit with the burden on my chest.I balled my fists up. The Crimson Alpha's soldiers were gaining momentum as the conflict reached its climax. My troops continued to fight without me for every second I was here. They lost another second life. But leaving was a total gamble. Leaving him was necessary.I turned and stepped inside, feeling a chill. With the flickering fire creating gentle shadows on the walls, the cabin's warmth enveloped me. Mira gave my kid some wooden sculptures t
Katrina’s POVAs we gathered around the frayed scroll, its mysterious lettering flashing in the faint torchlight, the atmosphere was heavy with suspense. Every time my heart beat, it served as a harsh reminder of how much depended on us. We had arrived to the deserted Lycan ruins, a location lost to time, thanks to the mystery. I felt the old carvings under my fingertips as I moved them over the stone walls. Relics from the past. Back when werewolves and lycans weren't adversaries. When they were one, that is. Shaun was standing next to me, looking over the ruins with amber eyes. "This place gives me a bad feeling." Mira let out a loud sigh. "Whether you like it or not, this is where the puzzle took us. Here is the solution. I looked to a big archway at the far end of the room and nodded. Beyond it, the blackness went on forever. I got a weird feeling that we were closer than ever before, like a weight pressing down on my chest. "We move together," I murmured while holding onto m
Katrina’s POVAs we gathered around the frayed scroll, its mysterious lettering flashing in the faint torchlight, the atmosphere was heavy with suspense. Every time my heart beat, it served as a harsh reminder of how much depended on us. We had arrived to the deserted Lycan ruins, a location lost to time, thanks to the mystery. I felt the old carvings under my fingertips as I moved them over the stone walls. Relics from the past. Back when werewolves and lycans weren't adversaries. When they were one, that is. Shaun was standing next to me, looking over the ruins with amber eyes. "This place gives me a bad feeling." Mira let out a loud sigh. "Whether you like it or not, this is where the puzzle took us. Here is the solution. I looked to a big archway at the far end of the room and nodded. Beyond it, the blackness went on forever. I got a weird feeling that we were closer than ever before, like a weight pressing down on my chest. "We move together," I murmured while holding onto m
Katrina's POVThe air shifted around me, thick like a heavy mist, pulling me under. My body no longer felt like my own. The world faded, the ground dissolving beneath me until I was floating in an endless void. I wasn’t sure how I got here—one moment, I had been gripping the scroll the temple guardian had given me, reading its cryptic words, and the next, everything had gone dark. I took a slow breath, steadying my nerves. This was part of the trial. I had known there would be one. The moment I touched the scroll, I felt something pull at me, dragging me into a place beyond the physical world. But I hadn’t expected it to feel so... real. A soft whisper echoed through the void, a voice both foreign and familiar. "You're not prepared." I spun, searching for the source, but there was only darkness. Then, out of nowhere, a figure stepped forward. My breath caught. It was me. Or rather, it was a version of me—one twisted, darker. Her eyes blazed an unnatural red, her lips twisted