Katrina’s POVEven when the waiter brought our meal, I was still in shock. Also I couldn't conceal it as my gaze which was skeptical remained on him as I wondered in my head how he had the audacity to say such out of the blue.I wouldn't lie, it made me feel hot all over and he didn't care to deny it or call it a mistake. If not for anything, the suggestive glances he kept sending my way proved he was anything but serious.My plate was consisting of tacos and of course served with wine. Honestly I had no idea what it was when I ordered it, nonetheless it looked and smelled delicious and I think I made the right choice.Davos on the other hand had ordered barbecued fish and sides. I at least knew what it was hence we’ve had meat, chicken, and fish barbecue about 3 times at the castle, Mathew was always in charge of grilling and marinating which was probably the whole work while Valencia and Arianna prepared the sides while I only did the salad.It turned out to be a nice bonding time f
Katrina’s POV I made sure he didn't miss eating me out as he wanted, his tongue lapping at my juices while he held my hands in place above my head as I spread my legs wide for him, his head hurried in between my thighs.He made sure I had reached my peak twice, my orgasm rocking through me. He didn't hesitate to suck me dry while he drilled me with his fingers until I was a panthing and moaning mess.If I thought he’d stop there, I was in for a shocker when I felt him enter me, my body buckling at the intrusion and a strangled moan leaving my lips.As he’d always done, he fucked me all through the night, taking his time to explore and discover more sweet spots in my body while I submitted myself totally to his lustful movements.I enjoyed every moment as he didn't fail to give me pleasure as he took from me. Our screams and grunts filling the room, the sound of our bodies meeting in a sensual dance and the sweat dripping down our skin the only thing I could focus on for hours.Somewh
Katrina’s POVIt was a Tuesday and gradually the pack and especially the castle inhabitants were starting to shake off the event of Steven’s madness. Even his absence was slowly becoming filled up as the jobs he handled was divided among Arianna, Mathew and Davos.They didn't show it, however everyone knew it was an extra duty for each of them and would mess up their schedule a bit. Davos had done that the previous day being Monday.I wasn't told directly, nonetheless I heard it during talks with Arianna and Valenci, Arianna sighing while Valencia mumbling how it’d make Mathew return home to her and her son later than usual.When Davos had turned in for the night, I had suggested to him to appoint someone else to take on Steven’s task. He was skeptical about it but later revealed to him he had an idea about it earlier in the day.I asked him why he didn't act on it and his response was that it would take time. Steven wasn't just one of his workers but also a friend whom he loved and a
Katrina’s POVIt was no longer a secret I was Davos play thing and woman. Everyone had known at that point, partly because the thing with Steven had blown things out of proportion and the fact I always had his scent on me due to our constant hanging around with each other and sharing a bed together.As for the scent part, it wasn't my doing or the fact I knew his scent, however it was something Valencia had told me about when I asked her one time at the mall after the receptionist bowed to me respectfully.The expression on my face musf have shown it because Valencia chuckled and that made the young man to mirror the frown on my facial features before she later explained to me what had occurred and why.We returned home and narrated the story to Arianna who winked at me and said the words, “You can't hide the truth.”Even then, she was saying it to somebody on the phone as I waltzed into her office. Her brows lifted a bit in surprise at the sight of me and a smile appeared on her lips
Katrina’s POVDressed in plain blue palazo pants and a brown wrap-around long-sleeved white blouse, I descended the flight of stairs, my white heels clicking away on the tiles while my hand which held my blue bag on my shoulder, slid along the railing.Arriving at the vast hall on the down floor of the castle, I observed eyes on me, questions and assumptions in their gazes as they were directed at meIt was a bit unsettling hence it wasn't only the servants at the castle but some elders and a few warriors were noticed to be hanging around. I wondered what they were doing at the castle on a Saturday evening but had no one to ask and I couldn't mind-link anyone for an answer hence I lacked a wolf and certain abilities that came with it.For a moment while I covered the space to the exit door, I wondered if Davos had somehow made our relationship official by calling out the elders and warriors to inform them.It could be possible and the thought sent a cold shiver down my spine as I was
Katrina’s POV“You’d have to see for yourself now that we are here don't you think?” He said in more of a question than a statement, his lips tilted to the side.Some of my past trauma came back and I felt the need to shout at him to tell me or find a way to escape in case it was a place I was going to be held prisoner just like Shaun had did.Thankfully before my thoughts couldskyrocket out of control, he hold on my thigh tightened, sharply pulling me back to the present and away from the darkness of my past.“Baby?” He called me unquestioningly, creases appearing on his forehead as he peered at my face. “Are you sure you are okay Katrina?”“I’m fine,” I said for the second time in another white lie. It was certain he hated lies, however there was no way I could explain if he asked me why I wasn't alright and I didn't want to concern him or anyone further. It was my past and darkness to deal with therefore I’d find a way to overcome it completely.“Let me know if you need help Katri
Katrina’s POV“A florist what?” I questioned, my voice and face taken over by the shock I felt. “Shop?”“Yes,” he affirmed, my eyes gradually widening as he went on to reveal with his next words. “Your florist shop Katrina.”“Davos,” I breathed, suddenly overwhelmed, my fingers flying to cover my mouth as my jaw threatened to dislocate from how wide my mouth opened in amazement. “Katrina,” he murmured my name in a calm tone as he smiled and repeated his words. “It's yours Katrina, all yours.”“Eeeek!” A scream tore to my throat and he didn't expect it as I did a sharp turn and charged toward him, jumping on his body, my cheeks hurting from how wide I was smiling and my eyes shining brightly.“You like it?” He questioned in a laugh as he held me in his arms and my legs wrapped around his waist.His hands on my waist held me in place to prevent a fall as I leaned back and spread my arms in the air, laughter and tears escaping me as my heart swelled with happiness and excitement.“I tak
Katrina’s POVThe man went rigid in my arms, his eyes unmoving as only the rise and fall of his chest indicated he hadn't gone dead right there and then.Seconds passed into a minute and I waited but no response so far. His behavior surprised me as well as amused me at the same time. I never expected such a reaction from the cold Alpha King everyone knew him to be.If I was surprised I almost jumped out of my skin when he suddenly released a groan from deep in his chest, the sound a rumble that sent a shiver along my spine and reverberated on the walls.“Davos,” I called his name apprehensively and shook his hand in my hold. “Davos are you g—”My words were cut off as he tugged me towards him with force, our bodies clashing. With the same force he pulled me, he shook his hands from mine, his palms finding my face.I blinked in shock at the hasty movements, a frown lining my brow and I suddenly felt nervous all of a sudden as he remained silent. As I opened my mouth to call out his nam
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 POVThe battlefield was quiet. My own rapid breathing was the only sound I could hear for the first time since the start of the conflict. The land was covered in blood, with the dead of both enemies and friends scattered like shattered dolls. There was a smell of death, fire, and grief in the air. A feeling of disquiet, more than anything else, was in the air. Beside me, Jax's enormous body heaved with fatigue. His silver eyes looked over the area as though he thought more foes may resurrect. Grasping her arm, Mira struggled to remain upright. With blood streaming from a cut on his forehead, Shaun rested on his sword, but his amber eyes remained alert. The conflict with the Crimson Alpha was over. Why, though, did it seem like we had lost something far more important? My eyes shifted to the Crimson Alpha's lifeless body. His once-dominant body was still, his red eyes permanently closed. The eerie force that had propelled him had vanished, vanishing into thin air. But som
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