Sorry for the delay in this chapter. I've been having some real-life issues I'm sorting out.
Generally, nothing about being in this nightmare is enjoyable, but I’m having fun. And that is only because of the company. Even this place is made better by Katrina’s presence. I can’t wait to wake up and get to be around her in person. As long as she’s not opposed to it, one of the first things I want is to fuck her. If August were in my head properly and not on my back, he’d tell me I shouldn’t be thinking that way. Or at least I should be saying fucking is the first thing I want to do. And well, it’s not. The first thing I will do when I wake up is kiss this amazing woman till we have to pull apart to catch our breaths. And the kissing will turn into touching, touching will turn into getting naked, and getting naked will turn into fucking. I’ve got this thought out. “What are you thinking about?” Katrina asked, glancing over her shoulder as she climbed the ladder to the last platform. With her help getting through this level has been a breeze. She’s identified the correct ladder
Why do so many people underestimate me? It’s bad enough to get dismissed because I lack a wolf or magic. But let’s add my gender as a reason to dismiss my skills. What ignorant bullshit! And worse yet, this is coming from Melania, a fellow woman. You’d think, as a woman, she’d not be so dismissive. How dare she make me be some damsel in distress in her efforts to break Tiberius. I showed her and that great ape that I am no damsel in distress. That is not my style. Getting out of the ropes was easy enough. I know my way around bondage, so there isn’t a knot that would keep me in without me wanting it that way. I shouldn’t expect excellent knot work from an oversized monkey or Melania’s magic. I was so angry at being used like that. To be used like some helpless female plot device. The angrier I got, the harder I threw the barrels that weren’t light. All I could see was red as I started throwing those barrels at Donkey Kong, or I think that’s his name. That’s what Tiberius called him b
Any idea how hard… ha pun… it is to focus on ANYTHING when Katrina is in my lap? Impossibly hard! Diamond hard! Steel rod hard! Okay, I’m beating… oh, another pun… this joke to death. But seriously, even with how her proximity affects me, the grave nature of our conversation is helping temper my reaction. Plus, this is just in my head, so fucking her wouldn’t be the same here as in reality. And even if the topic wasn’t enough to get me off the horny track seeing her cry and hearing her blame herself for what happened to Thales and me. All sex thoughts were gone. I won’t let my mate cry needlessly nor let her blame herself for anything. And while I would accept responsibility, I won’t argue with just putting all blame on Shit Witch and Ignazio. I know what Katrina’s bisnonna had told me about the prophecy, and maybe it didn’t all connect in my head till now. But it was all making sense. Melania wanted to stop Alec and Crista from getting together and awakening Darkness and Light. And
I didn’t want to leave Tiberius. If I had a say in it, I wouldn’t leave his side except to use the bathroom and eat till he could wake up. But that tidbit of a conversation we heard isn’t something I can just let go of. Silvano is plotting against my Papa and Crista. I have to stop him. It hurt my heart to force myself to wake up—every fiber of my being wanted to stay connected to my mate. At least I can willingly, I use that term loosely, leave that dream word. I felt so groggy and drained of energy when I opened my eyes. I wish this were a different scenario. That I was waking up in my bed cuddled to Tiberius. Because minus the wires, monitoring machines, and the smells and ambient noise of the hospital, this was something I could get used to waking up to. I want that life where I fall asleep and wake up at his side. And I will have that future. We need to get through this war and bring Melania down to get there. With that thought in mind, I carefully climbed out of his hospital b
I groaned, fuck me. My head felt like it was in a vice, or I found a liquor store and drank it. Everything hurts now that I’m starting to come around and assess my body. I squinted into the dim as I tried to get my bearings. What’s the last thing I remember? I left the save room and ended up in that lame-ass throne room with the Shit Witch. I called her out for hiding her natural face and threw a pastry at her. I smirked as I recalled it hitting her right in the face. That pissed her off. And after that… it went black. Wonder if she’s realized her directive to kill any D’Amore was shut down by Katrina. Great. That means I’m probably in some messed up situation, and she thinks she will beat me into submission or somehow break me. Either way, Shit Witch should know by now that I can’t simply be broken. And now that I’ve found my mate, I will not break. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the dark space I was in. Oh yeah, I’m in a dungeon again. This bitch has me on a torture rack wi
I don’t think I’ve ever been this pissed before. I mean, I’ve been pissed plenty in my life. I was pissed as a kid when someone called André and me bastards. I remember wailing on that older boy till Zia Isadora managed to get me off him, and Zio Damon had to heal the little shit. I was pissed the first time someone dared to call André any slur after he came out as gay. Those boys I beat so severely they had to spend time in the hospital as Zio Damon couldn’t simply heal them all at once. I was pissed when I turned sixteen and didn’t receive a wolf. I didn’t beat anyone up that day. Instead, I kept a smile on my face for my brother and then cried myself to sleep after the party was over. And since it was confirmed I was wolfless and magicless, I have fought tooth and nail to prove my worth in the pack. But right now, as I’m glaring at my Bisnonna, it’s like all those moments have rolled into one giant ball of burning, searing anger. Because of her inability to ensure her bitch siste
While I’m thrilled not to be on that torture rack and to have Katrina with me, something feels wrong. Like a hurt in my heart that’s not mine. Sure I have plenty of reasons for my heart to hurt like this. My parents were murdered, my pack was massacred, my best friend was executed, and I’m in a coma. I can’t seem to wake up despite knowing my other best friend, my mate, and their pack is in danger. So many reasons to feel this sadness, yet I know it’s not mine. I only started to feel this pain after Katrina kissed me. And as I lean on her for support leaving the dungeon, it hasn’t gone away. So the feeling must be coming from her. I can’t place why she feels so brokenhearted. Is it from seeing me on the torture rack? Is it something that happened with her Bisnonna? Only one way to find out. “Katrina…what’s wrong?” I asked because I won’t get answers if I stayed quiet. “Nothing. I mean, everything? I just found you being tortured in a dungeon for the second time. At least… at least t
How do you tell a guy you are fated to be with that he wasn’t the only one? I don’t think ripping the band-aid off and just blurting it out is the right one, given the look on his face. I felt horrible for just blurting it out, but I couldn’t think of any way to tell him that would make it less shocking. Now, how much did I screw up by telling him? He went from having my body pinned by his to a tree and lovingly touching me to stumbling away as I burned him. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think the reaction bodes well for me. I can’t imagine what he’s feeling right now. Unlike me, he knew Thales. They were close, best friends, from what I understand. And here I am telling him posthumously that he was supposed to share me with Thales. “Tiberius…” I reached out when I saw him start to fall back. Thankfully August was faster and able to use his body to keep Tiberius from falling. He’s already injured. I don’t want him to get hurt further. I’ve already lost one mate before I even k