Oh Kat, if you wanted to send those she-wolves packing, you should have gone in there and held his hand. But it was worth watching Alexander making Delilah turn pink, touching her face. I can't wait to start that book after this one.
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
For what little sleep I got, it was dreamless, and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. The first thing I did when I woke up was check my phone, and still no messages from Bisnonna. I get they were attacked last night, but you’d think she could take a minute to call me back. Putting aside her snub of my phone calls, I got ready for my day, knowing I’d promised the Fayte sisters I would see if Tiberius was, by some miracle, my mate. I don’t even know why I was dressing up. Tiberius can’t see me. He’s in a damn coma. So I don’t need to impress him. I could wear sweatpants, and he’d not know the difference. I am the Princess of this pack. I have a reputation to uphold. I will not wear lounge clothes outside the villa unless it’s for training. “Looking hot, sis.” André snickered, snapping at me as I walked out of my bedroom. “Think the outfit will wake sleeping beauty from his coma?” “He’s in a coma, André. He’s not going to see what I’m wearing.” I rolled my eyes, smoothing the
It’s her! She’s here! My mate is here, and fuck me, she claimed me! I’ve heard her speak vaguely, but it wasn’t usually apparent. But I hear her clear as crystal this time. And I’m so happy to say the first word my gorgeous mate ever spoke was to claim me as hers. I know we’re still in my head, and maybe she’s not real, and even if we weren’t in my head, it might be forward, but I needed to know if she tastes as she smells. She didn’t protest or pull away. My mate pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. Fuck me! She tastes even better than she smells. Like how fresh baked cookies smell great but always taste even better. And damn, this woman is mouth-watering. Everything else faded—the witch’s cottage, the burning armchairs- all gone. My mate is the only thing that matters and is in my world now. The longer we kissed, the more I felt another presence. Not just any other presence. AUGUST! If there were ever anything that would make me pull back from a perfect set of lips, it would be th
I can’t begin to describe what just happened. It felt so real. Even more real than the other visions. But it now made more sense why I was getting them. Tiberius is my mate. How could the mate bond make me see visions of him before we met? I’ll add that to the growing list of questions for Bisnonna. She already has a lot to answer for, especially about her sister but her sister turning my mate into a ticking D’Amore killing time bomb is NOT OKAY! Shit Witch indeed, I fully agree and support his name for her. That bitch is going to pay for what she’s done to him. I’m lucky I could leverage the bond even in that dreamscape to burn away the puppet spell Melania was using on him. She’s going to pay. I don’t care that I lack a wolf and magic. I will find a way to kill her. She’s messed with my family, caused the death of countless werewolves, and tried to have my mate kill me. Yeah, she’s going down. And because fate enjoys jerking me around instead of getting to enjoy a tender moment w