We're back after a long period of characters not talking to me, other stories taking over my writing time, and family stuff getting in the way. And in her return Katrina has given us a double chapter!
“Please forgive my sister, Beta heir. My sister isn’t trying to disrespect you, this place, or the laws your Alpha upholds. Emotions are just running high after everything that’s happened.” Delilah apologized while explaining Persephone’s perspective. Alexander’s eyes softened as he looked down at Delilah. Oh, what a development. “I understand, or I’m trying to. I am sure if the roles were reversed, I’d be losing my temper, too.” Alexander nodded. “Then let us in to see him.” Persephone folded her arms. “We can’t do that without approval from our Alpha,” Silvano interjected. My left eye twitched. It was getting hard to contain the urge to knock him out. “Then it is a good thing we have arrived,” Papa’s voice called out, getting the attention of everyone. “About damn time.” Persephone snorted. “If you are looking for my mark, it’s not there. Nothing happened that you seem to have in your mind. I recommend getting it out of the gutter, piccolo melograno.” Papa sighed. I knew they h
This fucking maze! I’m getting lost even using the paint to mark where I’ve been. I keep finding myself doubling back over paths I’ve already taken. It wouldn’t and probably shouldn’t surprise me. This may be my mind, but that damn Shit Witch is pulling the strings. It’s starting to drive me nuts. Or maybe I was already nuts. Both are possible. I can’t tell without August. And we are back to the fact that I NEED to get the FUCK out of here. I need August back. I can’t even think straight without him. “GODDESS FUCKING DAMN IT!” I screamed, throwing the paint can on the ground as I once again found my damn arrow pointing the way I just came from. I slumped to the ground, both hands in my hair, tugging the strands in frustration. This is wasting time, time that I don’t have. Outside this mental prison, my body is dying. I need to get out of here if I want to live. And let’s not forget if I don’t get out of here, I can’t help Crista. She doesn’t even know that the Shit Witch is invo
“Player Two had joined the game!” What the fuck? I frowned, looking around in confusion about what was going on. It looked like I was in some castle, given the stone walls. Which for a dream isn’t too weird. No weird is that there was a gigantic queen of hearts playing card, holding an equally giant flamingo like a croquet mallet hitting a brightly colored hedgehog curled into a ball. I screamed as she bent over to look at me through her legs. “You don’t belong here. Time to get rid of you before you ruin everything.” She declared before striking the hedgehog with all her might, the poor flamingo’s skull smacking into this creature, sending it rolling through her legs at me. I didn’t know what even to do. I tried to run and dodge it, but that damn hedgehog was altering course to follow my every move. Just as I was about to get run over by this damn thing, I felt someone shaking me as I suddenly woke up. I blinked, focusing on my brother sitting on the edge of my bed with a bewildere
I will never play another card game in my life after this. Now how am I going to fight this mega bitch card? While I’m sizing her up, she holds her hand out, and an honest to Goddess pink flamingo pops out of thin air into her hand, and a brightly colored hedgehog bigger than me. Oh shit! I’m getting flashbacks to watching the cartoon Alice in Wonderland with the Fayte girls. I gripped my sword tighter and looked around as a field of playing cards popped up, bending to create the hoops for croquet. Yep, I’m in Alice in Wonderland hell. I barely had time to get my bearings when the hedgehog was lobbed at me. “FUCK!” All I could do was run. Felt kind of like Indiana Jones running from that giant boulder. But of course, there’s no quick way for me to dodge it. The hedgehog is on my ass like I owe him money, and these playing cards block me at every turn. It was starting to piss me off. As I’m working up a sweat trying to stay just far enough ahead of this damn hedgehog set on making m
Another day with no luck finding Tiberius’ mate in the pack. I’m starting to think she’s not in our pack. And I hate myself for having this strange feeling of happiness each time a blue she-wolf walked out of his room. It’s cruel of me to feel that way. His life is in danger, and having his mate could change that, but here I am, happy each time we don’t find her. If not for him or the Fayte sisters, I should want him out of that coma for my sake. So the lesser part, if he wakes up, I don’t have to keep these overeager bitches in line as they wait to see if he is their mate. I could do without that headache. I’d much rather be helping André with war preparation. I hate standing around babysitting these bitches. For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off aga
“I second that.” Persephone raised a glass. “You may be cool with knowing what your dad does. But I’m not. I don’t ever want to know what my sister is doing with her mate. And I’ll feel the same when Delilah finds her mate.” Persephone nodded. Delilah blushed at the mention of her finding a mate. “That’s years away if I even find him quickly.” Delilah softly spoke into her glass, taking a long sip. Oh, the poor innocent Delilah. “And what about you, Persy? Will we get to know all your dirty exploits? Do tell, are you waiting for your mate, or do you have a set time frame that you’ll take a lover if you haven’t met him? I bet I already know a few boys in our pack that would happily take that role.” André waggled his eyebrows as he fixed his gaze on Persephone. Papa growled low in warning. “That’s enough. Any males in my pack that think they can or will make attempts on my mate’s sisters had better understand if they aren’t their mate, they may find themselves on the wrong side of Che
Isis is an easy guest to please. While she is worried for her mate Kurt, who was helping secure the pack, she just seems happy to have people to talk to and company to enjoy. Honestly, that is very telling about the kind of life she had with her hunter family. Stupid fucking hunters. Treating a hybrid the way they did this girl. As a hybrid myself, I can imagine what she’s endured. I’d been fighting off sleep, afraid of what I would see, and wanted to know what happened with the coven. And somewhere around three in the morning, the answer came as my brother LOUDLY returned to the villa waking everyone. The girls all had bed heads and sleep in their eyes as they peered over the railing at him. Papa and Crista, well, I don’t think they were sleeping. Shower sex is my guess as they have wet hair, and I don’t think it’s from sweat as they joined the rest of us to look down at my twin. “Did you need to wake the whole house?” Papa sighed as he pulled his shirt on. “Oh, I’m sorry, Papa. D
I know that I wanted some variety in my enemies in this nightmare. And while I’ll take cutting down chess pieces as I have to move across the tiled floor in the same pattern as a knight over playing cards, I still want this to end. I’m over all the games. This is just wasting precious time. My mate is out there but doesn’t realize it. I don’t know how she can’t realize I’m hers. Can she not smell me? Is it because I’m in this hell hole? That must be it. Maybe if she came closer and touched me, she’d realize it. When is it her turn? So many have come to me to find they aren’t my one. It’s getting frustrating. I’m lucky I got through that last level. Those chess pieces were no joke. The red queen was a more enormous pain in the ass than the queen of hearts playing card. And that player two showed up again, but I couldn’t find them. Why can’t they show up when I’m in a save room so I can see who the hell it is? If it’s August, I will kill to see him again. As it stands, I only feel or c