CATHERINE The truck jostled lightly as it continued its journey beyond the border, but the tense atmosphere that filled the space earlier had finally started to ease. I shifted slightly to make myself more comfortable, pressing my back against the cold metal walls of the truck.The woman sitting across from me glanced at her daughter, with relief and guilt. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.“I’m so sorry for what happened back there,” she said softly, her voice carrying an edge of regret. “I didn’t mean for my daughter to… to almost expose us.”Kane, who was leaning back with his arms crossed, immediately waved it off. “It’s fine,” he uttered calmly. “She’s just a kid. She doesn’t fully understand the situation, and that’s not her fault.”The little girl, who had been fiddling with the hem of her dress, suddenly looked up. “I do understand,” she said. “I knew we had to be quiet, but I didn’t mean to make a noise. I’m really sorry.”I couldn’t help but smile at her earne
CATHERINE The road stretched ahead of us, quiet except for the occasional hum of passing vehicles in the distance. The one big problem that gave us another tough time was where we would stay. I glanced at Kane. His face was stoic, but I could see how stressed and frustrated he was."So," I broke the silence. "What’s the plan for tonight? Where exactly are we supposed to sleep?"Kane looked at me, his brow furrowing. "I was thinking we could take a hotel room. I managed to gather a bit of money when I was at the castle—just enough for something modest."I stopped in my tracks and crossed my arms, my eyes narrowing. "A hotel? Are you serious? That’s the first place Damon or any of his lackeys will check."Kane sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "We can’t just wander the streets all night, Catherine. We need somewhere safe to rest and regroup.""And I agree," I said. "But a hotel? That’s practically handing ourselves over on a silver platter. Damon’s no fool, and he won’t rest ea
Catherine's POV“Dearly beloved, it is with great pain and sorrow that we are gathered here today, to mourn the death of Alpha Darryl and Luna Alice,” I stared blankly at the priestess who stood on the podium addressing the great crowd. On both sides of her were two coffins. My parents' coffins. “I can't believe they're gone,” Camille, my elder sister, clutched my hand, weeping into my neck. And me, I just stared. There was no explanation for how my parents died. Werewolves were not simple creatures. And my father was not weak. He was an Alpha who had protected his pack for many generations. Yet, three days ago, my sister and I walked in to see them dead on our living room floor. No strangling marks, no silver in their blood, no cut or injuries. Just dead. “You will forever live in our hearts,” the priestess announced, lowering her head in a bow. Everyone else followed suit. I remained standing. Whoever did this, I would find them. I would hunt them down until the last o
Cathy's POVI woke up with a dull headache. My stomach felt queasy and it hurt to open my eyes. I was being carried, I think. Something rumbled in the distance and it took me a while to recognize the sound as thunder. My eyes flashed open when another boom hit the skies. The roof of a car stared down at me. I sat up quickly, gripping the seat with all my strength, so I wouldn't fall off. “What's going on?” I croaked. “And you're awake. Good,” I knew that voice. The Messenger. He sat in the passenger’s seat while the man driving looked ahead. Rain poured down the windshield, and there was the cracking of lightning across the sky in the distance. It revealed a tall huge castle up ahead. “Where's Camille?” I glanced around, trying to find out what was going on. Where was my sister? Why was I in the messenger's car? What had happened last night. Images flashed through my head. Camille giving me a drink. The stranger. I could hear his gravelly voice loud and clear. Hello
Catherine's POV I staggered, stepping back in disbelief, stroking my fingers over the bite marks. I had been marked. That would explain why I could hear the voice in my head. He had marked me. When? What sort of crazy person marked a woman without her consent?! My head throbbed heavily and I clutched at it, trying to breathe easy. None of this made sense. Nothing made sense. Come. My back straightened at the order. It was hard to ignore. I wanted to turn around, dump myself in my bed, but my wolf couldn't ignore the clear command that had been placed in my mind. Come to me. A scent, musky and delicious, pulled at me. It was faint, so faint, almost barely there. I found my legs carrying me towards the door in a trance. I grabbed a robe and shrugged it on , walking out of the room. There were a handful of servants around the hallway. I ignored their bows and followed the scent. I walked past the throne room, up to the north wing and then down a flight of stairs that led
Catherine's POV “I wasn't aware the Lycan King traveled,” I grumbled, trying to get out of bed. “He had those men pick me up in a hurry while he wasn't home. Then he can wait until I've had a good breakfast!” Mia gasped, shaking her head so fast, I almost thought she would have a seizure. “No, please, Luna,” “I am not your Luna!” I yelled, shoving her away from me. “I am Catherine Lionheart! And if I want to eat breakfast, he can wait!” Mia dropped to her knees, rubbing her hands, begging. Her eyes were clouded with tears. “Please, please, Miss. You have to see the King in an hour,” “It's my choice to go, Mia-”“I'll be punished!* She cried, grabbing my night robe. “I'll be punished. I was just punished two days ago when you wandered round the castle, I don't want to get punished again!” My eyes widened as she sobbed at my feet. I leaned down, cupping her face in my hands. “Hey, it's okay. What do you mean by punishment?” “It doesn't matter,” She replied. “Please, my life dep
Kane's POVShe was beautiful. I had hoped she would not. I had also hoped that she would hate me. And judging from the way her blue eyes glared daggers at me, that seemed covered already. “This is ridiculous,” She gasped, taking a step forward then stopped as if catching herself from coming too close. “Your Majesty. This is the first time we've met each other. We can't have a mating ritual yet.” She was afraid. Just like everyone else. But she was the first to look me in the eyes and call me ridiculous. Most people were often too scared to speak or look me in the eye anyways. Mate. Our mate. Beautiful. So beautiful. “The ritual will hold,” I grumbled, trying to block out the beast and his ramblings. It was hard to hear myself think, when he constantly paced around my mind, restless. If it were up to him, he would have her pinned up against the wall, slobbering all over her face. I couldn't allow that. The minute I gave him more control, everything would go awry and Catheri
CATHERINE I couldn’t stop pacing. This was madness. I didn’t belong here, certainly not in this dress, and I definitely didn’t belong to him.“This is insane!” I snapped, twisting my fingers through the fabric of the ceremonial gown as Mia tried to pull it tighter around my waist. “I don’t even know him! How can I be forced into this?”Mia’s eyes showed sympathy as she tied the last ribbon, securing the dress around me. “I know, Catherine,” she whispered as she adjusted the collar. “But the King, his orders are absolute. There’s no escaping this.”“I’m not a prisoner!” I bit back loudly. “I don’t want to be mated to him! I can feel my real mate out there somewhere.” I pressed a hand to my chest, where a strange warmth pulsed.I had felt it faintly for as long as I could remember, the presence of my wolf, trapped in silence. She was there, but distant, her voice always muffled, as if something held her back.But that didn’t mean I belonged to Kane.Durmas, the priest, entered the roo
CATHERINE The road stretched ahead of us, quiet except for the occasional hum of passing vehicles in the distance. The one big problem that gave us another tough time was where we would stay. I glanced at Kane. His face was stoic, but I could see how stressed and frustrated he was."So," I broke the silence. "What’s the plan for tonight? Where exactly are we supposed to sleep?"Kane looked at me, his brow furrowing. "I was thinking we could take a hotel room. I managed to gather a bit of money when I was at the castle—just enough for something modest."I stopped in my tracks and crossed my arms, my eyes narrowing. "A hotel? Are you serious? That’s the first place Damon or any of his lackeys will check."Kane sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "We can’t just wander the streets all night, Catherine. We need somewhere safe to rest and regroup.""And I agree," I said. "But a hotel? That’s practically handing ourselves over on a silver platter. Damon’s no fool, and he won’t rest ea
CATHERINE The truck jostled lightly as it continued its journey beyond the border, but the tense atmosphere that filled the space earlier had finally started to ease. I shifted slightly to make myself more comfortable, pressing my back against the cold metal walls of the truck.The woman sitting across from me glanced at her daughter, with relief and guilt. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.“I’m so sorry for what happened back there,” she said softly, her voice carrying an edge of regret. “I didn’t mean for my daughter to… to almost expose us.”Kane, who was leaning back with his arms crossed, immediately waved it off. “It’s fine,” he uttered calmly. “She’s just a kid. She doesn’t fully understand the situation, and that’s not her fault.”The little girl, who had been fiddling with the hem of her dress, suddenly looked up. “I do understand,” she said. “I knew we had to be quiet, but I didn’t mean to make a noise. I’m really sorry.”I couldn’t help but smile at her earne
DAMONThe moment I turned to leave the throne room, Zelda’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.“Damon.”I froze, forcing my face into a mask of indifference before turning to face her. She stood at the entrance, her sharp eyes scanning the room as if she could will Kane to appear. Her presence was as oppressive as ever and her posture rigid.“Do you smell it?” she asked, gawking around her with predator eyes.I hesitated, feigning ignorance. “Smell what, Your Grace?”Her lip curled in annoyance as she stepped closer, her piercing gaze boring into mine. “Don’t play coy with me, Damon. Kane. I smell him.”The accusation was obvious, and I forced myself to remain calm, even as my wolf stirred uneasily.“I don’t smell anything unusual,” I lied through my teeth. “Perhaps the scent you’re picking up is from someone else.”Her eyes narrowed. She was suspicious.“You’re either blind or a fool,” she snapped. “Kane was here, Damon. I know it. And if you can’t confirm it, then you’
DAMONWhen I was talking to Zelda back in the old house I kept Catherine, I suddenly something felt… off.The silence was wrong. The place was never this quiet. Little sound we're always made, be it footwear scraping the floor, the sound of bare footsteps, something must make a sound."Excuse me for a moment," I said, bowing my head slightly before leaving Zelda to herself. She nodded, waving me off dismissively. “Don’t keep me waiting, Damon. We have much to discuss.”I stepped out into the corridor, my senses immediately on high alert. The quiet was unnatural—ominous, even. The guard I had stationed outside should have been standing alert. But I saw nothing of such.The guard I had assigned to stand watch was slumped against the wall, his weapons discarded on the floor.I rushed to him, crouching beside him. His pulse was faint but steady—alive, though unconscious. A quick inspection of the maid confirmed the same as she was also in the same position as the guard.I clenched my fis
CATHERINE Kane walked forward, towards the men, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his presence instantly drew the attention of the two men.“I’m sorry, but I have a proposition for you both” he began calmly, the kind of tone that didn’t invite much argument.The men exchanged glances before the older one spoke. “Do I know you from somewhere?”My heart skipped a beat. Could it be that they recognized Kane? No! That mustn't happen. “I doubt you do.” Kane replied but the man's eyes remained squinted, trying to recall if he has seen Kane before.“But you do look familiar.” the second man supported but Kane shrugged his words off, not bothering to respond to him.“I would like it if you can assist us out of the borders, please.”“We’re already pushing our luck with these two,” the man gestured toward the woman and her daughter, “so whatever you’re proposing—”Kane cut him off, pulling something from his cloak with a deliberate motion. The glint of gold caught the dim light, and I ga
CATHERINE The sun was beginning to set when Kane and I finally emerged from the forest. My legs ached from the relentless pace, and every breath felt heavier than the last. We were now in the city and I was obviously relieved.We were closer to safety. But that relief evaporated as soon as we spotted the guards stationed near the border, inspecting every traveler with unnerving scrutiny.Kane tensed beside me, scanning the checkpoint. He grabbed my hand gently, pulling me toward a shaded alleyway where we wouldn’t be spotted. “We can’t go any further, I guess” he said, clearly frustrated.I leaned against the wall, taking a moment to catch my breath. “What now?” I asked, keeping my voice equally hushed. “Aren’t the people you wanted to contact nearby?”He shook his head. “No. They’re outside the city. Far beyond the borders.”“So, what do we do?” I pressed, though I knew he didn’t have an answer yet.Kane didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leaned back against the wall.“Give m
CATHERINE “What now?” I whispered with urgency as my mind raced.Kane’s eyes flicked toward the entrance. “We have to leave,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. “If Damon’s nearby, it’s only a matter of time before he finds us.”I frowned, glancing toward the entrance as though I might catch a glimpse of the man who had caused us so much pain. “Are you sure he didn’t trail you here?”Kane shook his head firmly. “No. I would’ve smelled him on the way.” He paused. “But it doesn’t matter how he found us. His scent is getting stronger, Catherine. We can’t stay here.”His words hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind raced with a million questions, but the one that came out was the most immediate. “Where are we going?”His lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze scanning the cave as though answers might materialize from the stone walls. “I don’t know yet,” he admitted. “But if we want to live, we have to leave.”My stomach twisted at his words. The raw seriousness in his voic
KANEThe moment I walked into the cave, Catherine’s eyes lit up. She sat up from the makeshift bed she had put together, her body language already radiating curiosity.“Kane,” she began with urgency, “what happened? What’s the outcome of your trip?”I shrugged my shoulders and sat down opposite her, trying to gather my thoughts. “I made it to the castle,” I said. “I encountered Durmas. He was the only one there, and he filled me in on everything.”Her brows knitted in confusion. “Durmas? What was he doing there? And what did he tell you?”I recounted the entire encounter in detail: Durmas's revelations about the council’s schemes, the kill order on my head, and the council’s plans to name Damon as Alpha Regent. As I spoke, Catherine listened intently, her gaze never leaving mine. She absorbed every word, her lips pressed into a thin line.When I finished, she sat back slightly, her eyes narrowing in thought. Then, after a long pause, she tilted her head and asked, “Do you trust Durma
KANEThe quiet steps of Durmas echoed faintly against the stone walls as I followed him deeper into the castle’s underbelly. My senses were on high alert, eyes scanning for anything out of place, but my focus was split. Why was he here? And why hadn’t he sounded the alarm to the guards or Damon’s minions? As we rounded another corner, I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. "Durmas," I uttered. "What’s going on? Why are you here, and why aren’t you turning me in?"He stopped abruptly, his robes swaying slightly with the motion. Turning to face me, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with intensity. "After the events of the mating ceremony," he began, carrying a voice that demanded attention, "a great many things unraveled in the aftermath."I crossed my arms and arched an eyebrow. "Such as?"Durmas let out a slow breath, his gaze drifting for a moment as if gathering his thoughts. Then, he began to recount everything that had transpired. "The council convened almo