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 POVI didn't spare him a glance as his words washed over me, instead I went ahead to open the door and exit the room, my heart beating too fast and in fear as I strolled down the hallway to the staircase.My fingers unconsciously went to my necklace, an action I noted I had been doing often since I started to wear it as a constant ornament I never dared to remove.“What did he mean by he sees me for me?” I murmured in question to myself as I ascended the steps to the last floor wheere my room was located.Arriving at the room, my eyes darted to the end of the hall where the king’s chamber was located, my mind immediately flashing to our make out session.Shaking my head in a bid to rid it off the intrusive thoughts, I didn't notice Maddy approach till someone poked me. “Are you okay there Miss?”“Oh my heavens,” I clamored in fear and surprise, my palm flying to my chest in shock as I whirled to spot the culprit. “Maddy?”“Good evening Miss,” she greeted in her cute voice, “
Katrina’s POVThe woman on the cliff disappeared as the river roared back into place, the bone path swallowed by the churning waters. My heart pounded, the Relic’s icy burn spreading up my arm. The visions lingered—her voice, her eyes, the chair of bones.‘Katrina,’ Marie’s voice was faint, strained. ‘The Relic… it’s changing you.’“I know,” I whispered, clutching my scarred hand. The runes pulsed with a faint red light, matching the rhythm of my heartbeat.The forest around me was strangely silent, the air thick with tension. I needed to move, to find Davos, to warn him. But where could I go? The castle was in ruins, the pack scattering. And now, this woman—this thing—was hunting me.I stumbled to my feet, my wet dress clinging to my skin. The Relic’s glow gave just enough light to see the rocky shore. I followed it downstream, thinking it would lead me to safety.But the forest had other plans.The trees seemed to close in around me, their branches turning into clawed hands. Shadows
Katrina POVAdvisor Thomas smiled sharply and unnaturally, and his snake-like eyes gleamed. As he transformed back into a human, the Blood Moon Alpha snarled and flung me to the ground in the jungle."Traitor," spit out the Alpha. "The plan was for you to die in the vault."Blood still trickled from Thomas's lips as he tilted his head. "One I've learned to...work out." "Death is a choice." He held up his hand, and the red-eyed rogues stepped forward. "Give me the hybrid, and you can crawl back to your pack with your tail between your legs."The Alpha growled, his fingers sprouting claws. "Don't take what's mine."Marie hissed in my head, "Katrina." "He has the Relic in his satchel!"The leather pouch at the Alpha's waist caught my attention. Through the fissures streamed a faint blue radiance. Davos had attempted to safeguard the Relic.Thomas was the first to lunge, his movements oddly fluid. His hit sent a ripple across the trees as the Alpha collided with him in midair. The red-eye
Katrina’s POVThe veiled figure stood at the middle of the burning courtyard, flames reflected in their masked eyes like twin stars of evil. The air reeked of smoke and blood, the castle walls moaning as fire consumed them. Davos tightened his grip on my hand, his breath ragged. Shaun changed back into human form beside us, his face mysterious but his stance coiled for action. “Who is that?” I whispered, my voice raw. Davos’s jaw clenched. “The puppeteer.” The figure raised a hand, and the rogues still crawling through the rubble froze, their snarls dying mid-throat. Silence fell, broken only by the crackle of fire. “You’ve made this tedious,” the figure said, their voice twisted, booming as if three people spoke at once. “But predictable. Always defending weakness.” Shaun stepped forward, his voice a blade. “Show your face.” The figure laughed—a sound that scraped my bones. “You first, traitor. How does it feel to kneel at her feet?” Shaun’s hands clenched, but Davos cut in. “
Katrina's POVThe door burst inward, wood pieces flying in every direction. Davos dragged me behind him, his body protecting me as the first rogue shot across the broken portal. With drool flowing from its bared fangs, its yellow eyes projected wild hunger. Davos answered it directly, his fist hitting its head with a terrible crunch. More were already flowing in behind the rebel fallen to the floor.'Stay back!' Davos yelled, his voice a hoarse snarl as he tore viciously across the rogues. His motions were a blur, each hit deadly and exact. But there were too many of them. For every rogue he took down, two others seemed to take its place. I held the blade Davos had given me, my hands trembling. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel Marie’s presence in my head, her words demanding. ‘Katrina, you need to fight. You can’t just stand here.’ ‘I don’t know how!’ I shot back, fear growing in my chest. ‘I’ve never fought like this before!’ ‘Use your instincts,’ Marie urged,
Katrina's POV The hooded figure’s grip strengthened like a vise, pulling me deeper into the dark. I thrashed, but their power was amazing. My breath caught as fear clawed at my chest. “Fight, Katrina!” Marie’s voice snapped in my thinking. “Use your instincts!” I spun violently, slamming my heel into their shin. The figure hissed, grip loosening—just enough. I broke free, stumbling back, but they lunged again, putting an arm around my throat. Cold breath hissed against my ear. “You’re coming with me.” Black spots blurred my eyes as I grasped at their arm. Then, a roar pierced the air. “Let. Her. Go.” Davos rushed down the hall, eyes burning. Relief rushed over me at the sight of him, but it was quickly replaced by fear when the figure shoved me aside. I slumped to the floor, gasping. Davos swung, his fist striking with the figure’s jaw. They staggered but recovered unusually quickly, ducking his next hit with strange ease. “Davos, be careful!” I rushed to my feet, pulse poundin
Katrina's POVThe night was oddly quiet after Davos and the guards left to investigate the person I had seen outside. I stood in the hallway, my arms wrapped firmly around myself, trying to quiet the storm of fear rushing inside me. The castle felt cooler, darker, like if the shadows themselves were alive and watching me. Marie’s words repeated in my mind, her tone pressing. 'Katrina, keep alert. The threat isn’t over.' 'I know,' I replied, my voice quivering in my mind. 'But what do I do, Marie? I can’t just stand here and wait.' 'You need to keep strong,' Marie stated, her voice stern. 'Davos will handle this. But you need to be ready for anything.' I nodded, though no one was there to see it. My heart was pounding, and I could feel the excitement running through my blood. I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. I needed to know what was happening. I stepped nearer the window, looking out into the night. The moon shed a light glimmer over the castle grounds, but the shades
Katrina's POVThe days following the poisoning attempt were tense. Davos had increased security around the castle, and I was rarely left alone. Guards followed me everywhere, their presence a constant reminder of the danger lurking within the walls of what was supposed to be my safe haven. Despite Davos's reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. The castle, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison.I sat in the garden, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, but even the bright rays couldn’t dispel the shadows in my mind. Marie’s voice echoed in my head, her tone calm but firm. 'Katrina, you need to stay alert. The threat is still out there.''I know,' I replied, my voice trembling in my mind. 'But how do I fight an enemy I can’t see?'Marie didn’t respond, and I knew she was just as worried as I was. The truth was, we both knew that the danger was closer than we thought. Someone within the castle walls wanted me and my child gone,
Katrina's POVThe atmosphere seemed colder, darker the instant Maddy departed to head for Davos. My hands shaking, I sat on the brink of the bed and fixed my eyes on the tea cup on the table. The faint, sour scent persisted in the air, a reminder of how near I had come to be drinking something that might have injured my pregnant kid, or worse. My heart hammering in my chest, I could sense Marie's presence in my head, her fear reflecting my own.'Katrina,' Marie said in a calm but forceful voice. We have to keep on alert. Whoever committed this could still be close by.I nodded, though nobody else could see it. My eyes flew around the room, searching for any signs of danger. The fire crackled quietly in the hearth, but its warmth did nothing to soothe the chill that had sunk deep in my bones. I stood up, pacing the room, my mind racing with questions. Who would do this? And why? Was it someone within the castle? Someone I trusted? The door flew open, and Davos stormed in, his co
Katrina's POVEmotions ran high in the days after my pregnancy was made public. As he showered me with love and attention, Davos was ecstatic and his joy was infectious. But I couldn't get rid of the uneasy sensation that persisted in the back of my mind even after he reassured me. The news was all across the castle, and although the majority of the pack members appeared to be sincerely delighted for us, I couldn't help but notice the faint looks and the hushed chatter that ceased as soon as I entered a room. Everyone seemed to be observing me and waiting for something to occur. "You're acting paranoid," Marie stated in a composed yet strong tone. "Not everybody is trying to harm you." "I know," I said, my thoughts racing. But I'm powerless to stop it. Something doesn't feel right. I knew Marie was as concerned as I was, but she didn't answer. In actuality, we were both aware that my pregnancy would not be welcomed by everyone in the kingdom. I was still viewed by some as an outcas