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 of my breath.
The sound of cars revving into my parents garden, where the burial ceremony was taking place caught our attention.
Sleek black cars, four of them, followed after each other, driving towards us at an alarming speed. The pack members scattered, scurrying out of the way as the car in the front crashed through the seats.
“Cathy,” Camille called, trying to pull me out of the way. “Cathy ran!”
My legs remained glued to the spot. The car stopped abruptly before me, brushing against my legs lightly.
Who were they? How dare they disrupt my parents’ burial!
The doors opened and men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out of the vehicle. They stood still while one of them approached I and Camille.
“Camille of Lionheart, our condolences,” The man addressed my sister.
“Who are you?” I demanded, my face stoic yet every single vein in my body pumped with fury. “How dare you disrespect my parent's burial?”
The man peeled off his sunglasses, revealing a moon tattoo just under his left eye.
Gasps exploded in the air. They knew who this man was. A messenger of the Lycan King. My legs wobbled this time. The reality of it all was slowly starting to hit.
My parents were dead. And the Lycan King was here for one thing only.
“The Lycan King offers his condolences,” The man announced. “He sends his gifts and wishes the Lion heart pack well. He has also sent us to retrieve his promised bride. The daughter of your dead Alpha promised him.”
My sister. Camille.
She paled beside me, gripping my hand in a death like grip.
No, she mindlinked me. No, Catherine. I can't go. I'm mated to Jackson. I love him. I can't be with the Lycan King!
“And if we refuse?” I asked the Messenger.
He arched his brow as if the prospect of me refusing was funny and laughed. “Well, prepare to hold many more burials. The Lycan King is known for many things. His temper is one of them.”
True. The Lycan King was a terror. He was the monster in our bedtime stories. No one really knew who he was or what he looked like. At least no one in Lionheart did.
It couldn't be a coincidence that he had cashed in his demands the day my parents were buried. There was a scent in the air. Mild, sandalwood scent. I had smelled it the day we found our parents dead at home. I could smell it now that I stared the Lycan king's Messenger in the face.
That cruel bastard had killed my parents.
“Can we have a day at least?!” Camille blurted and I looked at her, confused. “My parents haven't been buried yet. I would like to wait and mourn and then I'll go with you. Tomorrow.”
The Messenger shrugged and turned to walk away. “A car will be waiting at your doorstep, first thing tomorrow.”
The men slipped into their cars and one after the other, they drove off as loud as they came. The priestess, terrified, ordered a swift burial of my parents and everyone dispersed quickly.
Six in the evening, my sister dragged me down to the club out of town.
“Why are we doing this, Camille?” I asked as she adjusted her black slutty dress.
“It's my last day as Camille Lionheart,” She sniffed, batting her brown eyes at me. “Soon I'll be the Lycan king's slave. I'd rather drink away my problems and not think about it,”
My heart twinged. Was there a way to save my sister? A way to hide her so the cruel king would never find her?
No.
The Lycan King was not one to be messed with. He had wiped out an entire pack because they had trespassed his land.
“Come on, drink with me,” Camille urged, tugging me into the club.
It was loud and dingy. People grind their drunk sweaty bodies on the dancefloor while I got dragged to the bar by my sister.
And that was when I felt it.
Eyes on me. They burned, licked their way down my skin. The hairs on my neck stood.
I looked around. There was a man sitting in the dark dingy corner of the club. I couldn't make out his looks, but I could see golden eyes. They glowed, staring back at me eerily.
He rose from his seat then, towering above everyone else. He was usually tall, even for a werewolf. His presence was strong and I could feel the stirring of my wolf, which had remained dormant for too long.
“Cathy, here's your drink,” My sister slid a glass at me, forcing me to break eye contact with the stranger for a moment. I grabbed the glass, chugged down the drink and looked back at him.
He was gone. How had he moved so quickly between the throng of people dancing? My head felt heavy, my vision grew blurry, Camille said something but I couldn't understand.
Only two words pierced through whatever haze clouded my mind before everything went black.
“Hello, mate,”
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