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 POVA certain noise made me stir from my slumber, and I clenched my lids tightly closed, not wanting to open my eyes, at least not yet. I was enjoying my sweet slumber as it had been a while I slept around midnight which was undoubtedly early for me.Some might think it was a lie, nonetheless I was speaking the truth. At Shaun’s pack, I was among the last to go to bed and among the first round of people to wake at first rise of the sun, making me get less than 3-4 hours of sleep most of the time.At the castle I had longer hours of sleep which I appreciated, however since Davos and I had began our steamy relationship, I always retired to bed late as a result of our light night discussions or getting tangled under the sheets by submitting ourselves to our desires and the needs of our body and mind.The cause of the noise that threatened to wake me didn't stop, and I frowned, imagining creases on my brow from how deep the frown was. I released the pressure on my bros and decid
Katrina’s POVHis words and heart clenching confession rang through my head in that moment, the unexpectedness of it all provoking my ears to ring and my lids to open and shut in awe.I ended up choking on my meal and to my utmost surprise he chuckled instead of helping me out. I had to take the initiative and grabbed the warm cup of coffee he had poured out for me.Gulping down the liquid in one go, I sent him a glare and I received my third shock of the day when he said to me it was pay back for catching him unawares with my own confession back at the place he had prepared for me to accomplish my florist dream.I couldn't hold in the anger that spurred from surprise as the next thing I knew I was hauling a slice of bread right at his face. He definitely didn't see it coming as he stopped to gawk at me in awe before returning the same energy back at me.Soon it turned into a good fight that ended up messing up the sweet breakfast which was carefully prepared and plaited. In the midst
Katrina’s POV“K’s Florist, what now?” Valencia questioned in an amused tone and brushed her hair away from her face. She let the strands fall freely on her shoulders and back which were covered by a classy chiffon brown blouse which she tucked into skinny jeans, the black belt around her waistline the same shade as her Zara heels.If one didn't know her, you wouldn't believe she had given birth to a healthy baby boy barely eight months ago due to her amazing figure and waistline. “This place is beautiful.”Arianna on the other hand, came to a halt, her lips shut as her gaze shifted from me to the small plants in vases that had been already set up close to the windows.She was dressed in a simple floral dress in a wrap around style at the top part and a free flowing down that accentuated her figure despite it being long to reach her ankles.“Yeah,” Arianna murmured and nodded absentmindedly, the wheels in her brain turning. “I’m trying to figure out what and how.”“I’m still waiting f
Katrina’s POV“Something to tell me?” I repeated the question in a frown as I proceeded into the room at his permission, a bag of steaming pasta and turkey in my hand. He bobbed his head in affirmation as I pulled out the other chair from under his desk with my left hand. The food in my right hand was placed on his desk and I heard him sniff after that, his hands stretching to grab the bag. “What would that be?”“Smells nice,” he hummed as he retrieved the plate of pasta from the bag and brought it to his nose, the word nice bringing up the situation of earlier with the girls.I chuckled and he asked, “Did I do something funny?”“No I just remembered something,” I beamed and gestured to the plate which he dropped on his desk and began to open the seal. “So what do you want to tell me?”“You may have to sit down for this baby,” he suggested, not sparing me a glance as he eyed the food. “It's not a big deal though but I'd like you to get sitted.”“Okay..” I dragged out my response and
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
Katrina's POV The icy frost seeped into my bones as the wind howled across the rocky summits. As we ascended more into the mountains, I felt the weight of our mission bearing down on me with each step. The faces of the slain flashed before my eyes, and the remains of the previous fight still troubled me. There was no time to mourn, but we had just about made it out alive. Shaun walked purposefully in front of me, his golden eyes searching the way. The cold air made Mira's breath haze as she walked next to me. We all remained silent. All we could hear were the distant howling of wolves borne by the wind and the crunch of snow under our feet. The temple was near. I sensed it. Legends about a secret temple tucked away in these mountains, unaffected by time or conflict, have persisted for ages. An ancient order of werewolves, warriors pledged to defend a holy weapon—the sole sword that might finally put an end to The Crimson Alpha—were supposed to guard it. However, getting there woul
Katrina’s POV The world continued to rotate. For a minute, I believed I had lost everything as darkness engulfed me. As I pushed myself to walk, I gasped for air in ragged breaths. The air was still heavy enough to choke on with the stench of decaying dead and burning flesh. They had lost the fight. We had had to back off, almost making it out alive. We had been teasing the Crimson Alpha. Now that much was obvious. Beside me, Shaun moaned and clutched his side, his fingers dripping blood. Mira was so tired that her body was shaking and her face looked pallid. We weren't dead, but we were shattered and bruised. Something has to count for that. I took a deep breath and looked around the remains of the former enemy stronghold. It had long ago been wrecked by the battle, and all that was left was eerie quiet and crumbling stone. It was our lone haven of safety and a place to rest before confronting the next nightmare. I had just risen to my feet when I became aware of the wall marks