I was fuming inside at Chesed. How dare he treat my Papa’s mate in such a manner!? She is the next Luna of his pack, and he would dare demeanor her by sending her, unwilling like I might add, to his sex room!? I hope she claws his eyes out.I could tell her sisters were worried as they kept glancing back, trying to see Crista still as my brother led her away. If there ever was a time that my Papa needed to yank control away from his wolf, it is now. He cannot allow Chesed to treat her or her sister this way.I swear to the Goddess the first scream of ‘NO’ or anything that indicates Crista wants away from Chesed, and I am breaking that door down and putting that bastard wolf in his place. Hell, I’ll call Zia Izzy to help me. I know she’d
I haven’t dealt with witches before. I knew they were out there, but my only experience was reading about them in human fairytales and actual books kept in the pack library. None of that prepared me for facing the real deal.Shitty Witch here is a real piece of work. She didn’t touch us. I glimpsed her true face, and let me say yuck. I’m thankful for that because I don’t want her touching me. I know I’m hot, but I’d need a whole body chemical peel to get rid of layers of skin to feel clean.Begrudgingly we were forced to follow her. I had no intention of making this easier on her. So, I made sure to shuffle my feet or stagger along, making as much noise as possible while moving as slowly. Each time she’d turn and glare
I was having trouble falling asleep as I couldn’t get that torture scene out of my mind, and it only got weirder from the torture scene. When I’d managed to fall asleep, I was back in that room. The two men had collapsed to the ground, blood dripping down their backs like I was watching some horror show. My heart broke as I looked at them, especially the brunette. He didn’t look worse off than the blonde, but the weird mirror me with no fashion sense was leaning over him. “Hey, leave him alone, face stealer.” I shouted as she gripped his chin, turning his face to her. Of course, she didn’t hear me or even acknowledge I was in the room. I don’t know what Bisnonna is trying to make me see, but I don’t like this. What kind of freaky vision is this? Is this a warning that I will go off the deep end and turn evil? I can’t see that ever happening. And I don’t have the stomach for torture like Chesed and André do. I’m not even a Dom when it comes to kinky bedroom activities. I need to stop
I can’t tell you how long that Shit Witch had us in that room. There were no clocks and certainly no windows to figure the time. What I wouldn’t give for a watch just to know how long this has been going on. Because I’m wondering how long it takes a grown man to bleed out. That’s a g****e search that would put me on a list. No matter how long it had been, we hadn’t told her anything. Thales wouldn’t know anything about our current warrior count. And he certainly wouldn’t know the escape plans for something like an invasion. The plans change every six months to ensure rogues or potential enemies wouldn’t know our people’s paths. And while I do know those things, I wouldn’t tell Shit Witch if she had a booger hanging out of her nose. So, I won’t start by giving away intel that could endanger my people. And as for her questions about Crista, we would rather die than tell her anything. Not that we could give much info now that Crista was in Incubi. I hope the Fayte sisters are safe and t
I had hoped getting some food in their stomachs would help settle everyone. But of course, the subject of Santi and Madonie came up. I wanted to smack my twin; this was not a breakfast conversation. He was going to get Crista all worked up.And of course, with Crista getting worked up, Chesed came out. The tension between them was so thick you needed a butcher knife. We could all feel it, especially her sisters, who were watching the tense exchange between Crista and Chesed with concern.“It’s not proper breakfast conversation. Just know it will be handled.” Chesed dismi
‘WAKE UP!’ August’s voice jarred me awake. I frantically sat up, trying to figure out where I was, only to find I was still in the castle turret room turned into funhouse mirrors. So I’m not awake. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up when I heard August. “Stupid fucking shit witch….” I grumbled, getting to my feet and picking shards of broken mirrors from my palms. Nothing seems to have changed in this damn place. The broken mirror was still there with the same broken image of August dying like a puzzle I didn’t want to put together. I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a tor
This is not how I wanted my first day back home to go. I’d been looking forward to returning to Nebrodi and taking on the rule of Alpha. I wanted to see my friends and find my mate if I was lucky. But it all came crashing down around me when Madonie attacked. The only friend I got to see was Tie, and that got interrupted by the invasion. Oh, how much things have changed since I went to France to receive further training to become Alpha. Sure Ignazio was always a little snot, and his best friend Gastone wasn’t much better. But I would never have imagined they’d stage a coup. When I left, we were at peace with Madonie. And for what? Power? Ignazio killed his parents to gain power sooner than they were willing to turn it over. That’s such a selfish thing to do. An Alpha should always put the needs of the pack before themselves. If Alpha Ugo didn’t feel Ignazio was ready for the role, he wasn’t obligated to transfer the title. And he was right based on Ignazio’s behavior. If the slaugh
“What are we going to do with all this stuff? It won’t fit in your car.” Crista frowned, looking at the bags. “Lidia, have everything delivered to Alpha’s villa. Jia will know what to do with it.” I explained, giving a stern look to Lidia as we left. “Who’s Jia?” Crista questioned. That’s right. She didn’t meet Jia this morning. Oh well, that introduction can wait. “Jia is the housekeeper. Her room is on the first floor between the kitchen and garage.” I explained, sending a message to Jia to take care of the delivery of clothes. I instructed that everything should be washed and checked for damage or tampering, especially Crista’s clothes. I trust the bitches in this pack as far as I could throw them. No one is going to harm my Papa’s mate on my watch. “She’s texting her instructions as we walk.” Isadora explained, leading our group to the Town Hall. I give the building credit. It’s an impressive three-story building for many pack activities, not just the offices for the ranked wol