KANEI stood in the shadows, watching as Catherine sat with my mother. I watched how her delicate fingers scribbled something on parchment. They were outside in the garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers. My mate was here, just within reach, yet something gnawed at me. A primal need to claim her, to keep her close, warred with the fear that I could destroy her.I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. My mother’s voice floated over to me, cheerful and full of excitement as she guided Catherine through the process of sending invitations to dignitaries across the realm. Invitations for a mating ceremony she really wanted to happen.Catherine’s head was bent over her work and the sunlight shined on her golden hair in such a way that it took my breath away. She was so beautiful, so fragile. And yet, here she was, preparing for a ceremony as if everything between us was settled. As if she wasn’t trapped in this.Unable to stay back any longer, I strode toward them, to join in wha
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