KANECatherine had finally fallen asleep, her chest heaving as she breathed in slumber. I could feel her worry radiating off her even as she slept with the way she clung so tightly to me. Gently, I shifted her in my arms and laid her down on the couch. I smoothed a strand of hair from her face, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.She might not know it, but I understood her well enough even if she tried her best not to show her worry deeply. She tried masking it not wanting to burden me. I knew her that well at least."Sleep well," I whispered. She stirred for a moment but didn’t wake.Straightening up, I made my way to the door, pausing only briefly to glance back at her peaceful, albeit tear-streaked face. The sight made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to step outside, closing the door quietly behind me. Camille was already waiting. I had nudged her earlier informing her to let us talk outside before laying Catherine off my chest."What’s the plan?" she asked
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 My gown felt heavier than ever as I walked down the long corridor with a long row of maids trailing behind me.Nothing could prepare me for what awaited me in Kane’s chambers.I didn’t want to do this. Every fiber of my being screamed for me to run, to turn back and somehow escape this fate. But I kept moving forward. More like I didn't have a choice here.Finally, we stopped. The doors to his chambers stood right before me, dark and uninviting. One of the maids stepped forward, her hands trembling as she pushed them open.“Luna,” she whispered as her eyes darted between me and the room. “The king awaits your presence.”My stomach churned as I stepped inside, the door creaking shut behind me. Kane sat at the far end of the room, waiting like the maid had said. A long table stretched between us, covered in luxurious fabrics and filled with dishes I couldn’t even begin to recognize. But all I saw was him, Kane, the Lycan King.He was impossibly large with his wavy brown hair
KANECatherine had finally fallen asleep, her chest heaving as she breathed in slumber. I could feel her worry radiating off her even as she slept with the way she clung so tightly to me. Gently, I shifted her in my arms and laid her down on the couch. I smoothed a strand of hair from her face, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.She might not know it, but I understood her well enough even if she tried her best not to show her worry deeply. She tried masking it not wanting to burden me. I knew her that well at least."Sleep well," I whispered. She stirred for a moment but didn’t wake.Straightening up, I made my way to the door, pausing only briefly to glance back at her peaceful, albeit tear-streaked face. The sight made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to step outside, closing the door quietly behind me. Camille was already waiting. I had nudged her earlier informing her to let us talk outside before laying Catherine off my chest."What’s the plan?" she asked
CATHERINE Back in the house, Kane paced back and forth, his heavy footsteps echoing against the hardwood floors. His brows were furrowed, as he was thinking. Each time he turned, frustration radiated off him in waves. We had made sure nobody left the camp after the incident, not even Davina and her team."Damn it," Kane muttered under his breath, filled with anguish. "I can’t just stand here while those kids... while more people suffer because of me."I sat at the edge of the couch, thinking too. Camille perched beside me, her gaze bouncing between Kane and me. I knew she was struggling to piece together what she’d just learned since she had no idea how Kane's relationship with Zelda was or who Esme really was.Finally, Camille broke the silence cautiously. "Catherine, explain this to me again. From the beginning. I need to understand what’s really happening here."I drew in a deep breath before diving into details. "Esme isn’t who we thought she was. She’s one of Zelda’s pawns, sen
CATHERINE “Esme,” I muttered. I didn't even know when the word left my lips. She was one of Zelda’s closest allies, a woman Kane and I both knew too well. Well, Kane knew her more than I did. I only got the chance to know her because of the mating ceremony which was of course, ruined.Seeing Davina’s face change into Esme’s was like being struck by lightning. My legs felt weak, and for a moment, I thought I’d collapse. The world spun as I struggled to reconcile the two faces. How could this have happened?Camille’s voice broke through my haze of disbelief. “Catherine, what’s going on? Do you know her?”I turned to my sister, my voice shaky. “She’s… she’s Esme. Zelda’s friend. I saw her when I was preparing for the mating ceremony with Kane. She was there. I… I can’t believe this.”Esme’s sly smile only added to the knot of unease in my chest. I pointed a trembling finger at her. “What are you doing here? What is the meaning of this?”Esme’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Delivering
KANEThe scent my beast picked up wasn't just a normal odouror something. It was a feeling. But I didn't have the chance to decipher what it was. Fear? Intimidation? I wasn't sure. But it was a very good feat for me nevertheless. It led me to someone because as soon as it disappeared, it returned. My wolf prowled close to the surface, growling with anticipation, urging me to act, to find the truth buried in the fear-stricken crowd. I could feel the lies hanging in the air, the deceit woven among these so-called helpers. And I so much would tear it out, root and stem, no matter the cost.“Bring them forward,” I barked thunderously, pointing to some of the people ahead. If they weren't going to talk willingly, I might as well try another method.The men I gave the orders to dragged the first suspect into the center of the clearing. It was a young medic, pale and trembling, his glasses askew on his nose. I paced in front of him like a predator.“Name,” I demanded.“D-David, sir,” the ma
KANEThe camp was buzzing with intense activity as everyone scrambled from one place to another, trying to help the other children. I stood at the center, thinking, calculating, observing what everyone was doing. What if this whole thing they were all doing was just a facade and would probably just lead to more death? What if Zelda's minion did his job already and left? So many what ifs crossed my mind incessantly.At this point, I couldn't help but howl, a loud guttural one that evhoed through the air, demanding attention. Everyone froze, and their hands stilled, their eyes snapping to me as I stood tall, coldly glancing at them. Whatever it was, I have to figure it out.I turned to six strong men I trusted since we worked together all along. “I want every new person in this camp, everyone who wasn’t here before the outbreak, out in the clearing. Now.”The men hesitated for a beat, exchanging uneasy glances. One of them, a wiry man with greying hair, dared to ask, “Even the doctors
AUTHOR'S POVAfter hours of treating the children and stabilizing their symptoms, one of Davina’s team members, a scientist named Dr. Elena, approached her, holding a clipboard in one hand and a phone in the other. She was the one Davina said she would reach out to earlier."I’ve analyzed the samples," Dr. Elena said briskly showing the clipboard to Davina. "It’s not smallpox, though it mimics it in many ways. It’s a viral strain, an offshoot of the Orthopoxvirus family."Davina frowned. "What does that mean? How is it similar but not the same?"Dr. Elena adjusted her glasses, explaining further. "The virus shares genetic markers with smallpox but has mutated in a way that makes it less deadly and more treatable. Its symptoms are similar, fever, rash, and fatigue. But the pustules it forms are superficial. They don’t penetrate the skin deeply like smallpox does. Technically, it’s an engineered virus, possibly accidental, but it’s much weaker."Davina narrowed her eyes. "Engineered? Me
CATHERINE Things began returning to normal little by little as Davina sprang into action. She gave out instructions to the parents and volunteers who were hovering helplessly around the tent."I need everyone to leave this tent immediately," she announced strictly in a way that left the parents no choice but to obey. "If you are not directly assisting, you’re only adding to the confusion. Parents, please step outside and wait. I will provide updates as soon as I can."Reluctantly, the parents began to move out of the tents, with worry and tear-streaked faces. A few resisted at first, clinging to their sick children, but Kane’s intervention at the entrance helped to expedite the process. He stood there like a sentry glancing at them all intimidatingly.If there was anything about Kane that scares me, it was how his looks commands things. Just one look and things were already where he wanted them or how he wanted them to be without him evening snapping his fingers sometimes.Once the s
CATHERINE The car door swung open, and a young lady, assumed to be Davina stepped out. She was a striking woman in her late thirties, with jet-black hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her almond-shaped eyes, scanned her surroundings before they landed on the old woman who was outside already. She was dressed in practical yet stylish clothing, a fitted blazer over a patterned blouse, paired with dark jeans. One other thing, she carried herself with an air of quiet authority. That couldn't go unnoticed."Mara!" she exclaimed and hurried up the steps, pulling the old woman into a firm hug. "It’s been too long. How have you been? And why are you looking so stressed? I thought we talked about this!"Mara chuckled softly, patting Davina’s back. "Oh, Davina, you know me. Stubborn as always. But I’m managing just fine. You, on the other hand, look like you’ve been working yourself to the bone again. When will you learn to take a break?"Davina pulled back slightly, her eyes
CATHERINEThe old woman gestured for us to take a seat as she also say onto the worn wooden bench outside her modest home. She exhaled slowly, rubbing her lower back before speaking to us once again.“Like I said, you guys are lucky,” she began. “There’s a doctor named Davina coming into town today.”My heart lifted slightly, though I caught the wary glint in Kane’s eyes as he leaned forward. His imposing frame cast a long shadow over the woman.“What’s she coming to town for?” he asked, suspiciously.The old woman looked at him, unbothered by his intimidating demeanor. “She’s here for her usual round. I’m diabetic, you see, and she checks up on me every few months. A kind soul, that one. Always makes sure I’m doing all right.”Camille clasped her hands together, her face lighting up with relief. “Thank heavens! That’s exactly what we need right now. Thank you so much for telling us, ma’am.”But the woman held up her hand, stopping Camille mid-celebration. “Hold on, young lady. Davin