CATHERINE As I turned, Kane’s intense gaze pinned me in place, as he stood by the doorway. "What’s going on in here?" He repeated, with his tone edged with suspicion.My mind basically spun. I opened my mouth, fumbling for a response that wouldn’t deepen the tension but also wouldn’t betray the unsettled feeling Damon had left behind.Damon stepped in before I could gather my thoughts. "I was just checking up on Catherine,” he said smoothly but guarded, “since I was passing by."Kane’s eyes narrowed, flicking from Damon to me and back again. "Is that really what happened?"The weight of Kane’s stare was enough to make me swallow nervously, but I quickly nodded, forcing my voice to remain steady. "Yes, that's all it was. Damon was just being nice."The air was thick, and I had no idea if Kane believed me. Did he know how long Damon had been in here? Or had he overheard anything? I felt my face grow warm, unable to tell if his suspicion was justified or if I was just imagining the t
CATHERINE "What about you?" I changed the direction of conversation. "What pet do you like?"I watched Kane’s expression change as he seemed to consider my question, his usual confidence flickering for a moment. Then, he cleared his throat, as if shrugging off the thought. “I’m not really a pet person,” he finally said. “A pet is not meant for someone with my nature.”“Your nature?” I echoed as my curiosity was piqued. There was a guarded look in his eyes, one I’d seen before when he was about to dodge a question, but I didn’t back down. “What does that mean, exactly?”Kane ran a hand through his hair and a smirk tugged at his lips. “Nothing too important.” He glanced away, focusing on the water surrounding us. “Maybe I just prefer the company of stronger creatures of I was destined to.”I raised an eyebrow, feeling like he was carefully choosing each word. “Stronger creatures? And here I thought you were about to tell me you keep a dragon hidden somewhere.”He laughed, but it was
CATHERINE Kane and I continued exploring the ship. It was strange, but in the most wonderful way. Everything felt natural when we were here, surrounded by nothing but the gentle rocking of the waves and the vastness of the sea.When we turned a corner, my eyes landed on a small table set up by a window, and sitting on it was an old chessboard whose wooden pieces worn smooth from years of use. I stopped, running my fingers over the board with a faint smile.“You play chess?” I asked, glancing up at Kane.He followed my gaze, and something softened in his expression. “My father taught me,” he said, almost as if he were talking more to himself than to me. “We used to play whenever we traveled together.”There was a quiet wistfulness in his voice, and I found myself wondering what memories this old game stirred in him. “You must have been close,” I muttered gently.Kane’s lips tugged into a faint smile. “Close enough.” Then he turned to me with an eyebrow raised. “Care for a game?”I
KANEMy grip tightened as I pulled Catherine against me, and the world narrowed to just us. Her scent overwhelmed my senses, stirring something wild and insatiable within. My hands traced over her shoulders, down her back, and I caught the fabric of her dress, tearing it away, inch by inch, in my eagerness. She gasped, leaning into me, her eyes meeting mine with shock and trust.And then, in one misstep, she stumbled.“Catherine,” I murmured, reaching out as her hand shot out to steady herself. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table beside us, but a thin, dark line of red streaked across her palm, immediately drawing my eyes.My pulse thundered and the beast within me started shifting at the sight of blood. I felt it clawing at the edges of my control, struggling to break free.Fuck!I forced myself to swallow, to breathe and to stay calm, but the scent was sharp, fresh and consuming. My hands clenched, and I could feel the rough growl building in my chest.“Kane?” she asked with
CATHERINE I stormed into my room as soon as we returned to the castle, the doors slamming shut behind me. My anger felt like a hot coal in my chest, burning with every breath. I replayed every word of Kane’s dismissive attitude together with his cold indifference, and it only made my hands shake with frustration.How could he be so infuriating? After everything that had happened, he’d just shrugged me off, treating me like a problem to be solved rather than a person who cared about him.I sank onto the edge of my bed, fuming. He hadn’t even looked at me as if I mattered. just turned to the captain and told him to tend to my wounds like I was one of his men rather than someone he cared for. I stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows move as the night deepened. No matter how hard I tried to push him from my mind, thoughts of him crept back in. Somehow, I was worried about him. I thought of his drenched clothes and the strain in his voice. He hadn’t even told me why he’d jumped int
CATHERINE “What do you want, King Kane?” I asked keeping my voice cool, letting the title drip with sarcasm as I refused to stare at him, still.“Is it so bad if I come here?” Kane’s tone had a casual lilt to it, but I could hear the taunt behind his words.I rolled my eyes. “And that’s exactly why I’m asking. What’s your purpose here?”“Maybe I don’t need one,” he said, crossing his arms, mirroring my stance.I gritted my teeth, spinning to face him. “Fine, then let’s make this quick.” I motioned to the extravagant pile of gifts. “Is this supposed to make up for your behavior? Sending things like… like you’re buying my forgiveness?”His gaze hardened. “You wouldn't seem particularly interested in speaking to me, so I assumed gifts would be a better alternative.”“Well, you assumed wrong,” I shot back. “I’m not some spoiled court lady who can be charmed with pretty flowers and sweets.”He gave me a long, measuring look. “Maybe if you’d listen for once instead of snapping, you’d unde
CATHERINE I’d drifted off to sleep far earlier than usual, enveloped in a sense of quiet I hadn’t felt in a while. But that peace was short-lived. I had a dream:At first, the dream was nothing more than a haze showing me nothing but an eerie kind of whiteness all around me, stretching out infinitely. I turned, trying to understand where I was, but each way I looked was the same, endless, silent, empty. Scared, I spun around, hoping for some sign of life or something familiar.“Hello?” My voice echoed, swallowed up by the blankness. “Is anyone here?”Silence. I began to walk, though each step felt like it led nowhere.And then, a shadow appeared on the horizon. I felt relieved that I have finally met someone, but then it turned out to be a massive, snow-white wolf. I started toward it. “Please, help me! I don’t know where I am.”The wolf’s blue eyes, sharp and almost too aware, fixed on me. There was something haunting in its gaze, something that made me slow my steps. As I got
KANE“No!” The sharp sound jolted me awake. The sound echoed through the quiet halls, slicing through the silence of the night. Instinctively, I sat up, on high alert. That voice…I knew it so well. Catherine?I frowned, rubbing a hand across my face to shake off the last remnants of sleep. I didn’t have to think long; that shout hadn’t come from my room. It had to be hers. I Quickly, I threw off the covers, grabbing my clothes in a rush.As I pulled on my shirt, I tried mindlinking Damon, but there was nothing. Just… silence. Not the time. I stepped out into the hall, flagging down the nearest guard, who snapped to attention immediately.“Get Damon,” I ordered curtly. “Put a call through, now.”“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied, not missing a beat, and darted off to carry out my command.I wasted no time and headed toward Catherine’s room with long and purposeful strides. My mind whirled with questions. Why had she screamed like that? Had someone dared to enter her room uninvited? My j
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