Well, things are certainly getting interesting.
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
I’ve lost track of time at this point. Even if I count when Katrina comes and goes, it still doesn’t make sense to me. Probably because she leaves at random intervals when Madonie attacks, I know she wishes she could stay in my hospital room with me, but we both know it’s safest if she’s with her family. When she’s with me, she’s at her most vulnerable, only trusting whoever is guarding my room to protect her. And after that bullshit, the chief surgeon and the subordinate having a secret chat in my room while Katrina was there didn’t leave me feeling confident in anyone’s ability to protect her. But however long it’s been, the only highlight is that I’ve spent time with Katrina. Even if it’s in this fucking hellhole. We’ve made what feels like no progress in getting back to the castle. Every time we have tried to venture out into the forest to get back to Shit Witch’s castle, we end up back here at Rapunzel’s tower. “She’s fucking with us. I know it.” I grumbled as we set out again.
I was not thrilled that Alexander chose that moment to wake me up. I don’t care what his reason is. The damn hospital could be under attack, and I would still rather be with Tiberius. I groaned, opening my eyes, turning my head from where it had been on Tiberius’ chest to glare at my cousin. “What is so damn important? You understand I’m trying to get my mate to wake up from a coma, right?” I questioned, sitting up, missing the feel of Tiberius’ body. “Yes, I understand that well, Kat. But Madonie is attacking, and they are coming at us hard this time. There will probably be casualties, and the hospital will be chaotic. Alpha wants you home where you will be safe.” Alexander sighed. “I’m sorry to take you away from him.” Delilah softly spoke up from behind Alexander. Okay, I can’t be mad at her, especially when she looks at me with those big innocent doe eyes. I pray for the males when she gets older; they all start falling at her feet. He doesn’t even realize he does it, but my co
I had every intention of staying in that safe room. I swear to Goddess, even if I’d considered leaving, I remembered what happened last time. My shoulders ache just thinking about that damn rack the Shit Witch had me on. I don’t want to relive that shit. And I don’t want to give Katrina any reason to worry about me. There is more than enough for her to handle in the real world. I don’t need her worrying more about me than she already does. So I decided I would stay put and maybe devise a plan for when we face the next level. We may not know what we’ll come up against, but given how the previous three levels went, it will probably be something related to old games. The first was cards, the second was chess, and the third was shoots and ladders. I was busy racking my brain for old games. I couldn’t come up with a lot of them. I’m in my twenties and didn’t play many old board games. So, of course, my enemy, an old bitch, would know more archaic games. It does make preparing for this nex
Two days! I’ve spent the last two days trying to get to Tiberius in his dream world. But I could only get to August every time I entered his mind. And tried as hard as we could, but we couldn’t get to Tiberius. We made it out of the black pit, into the forest, and to the tower, but we never could reach the castle. It was getting super frustrating. Add that frustration to my growing concern that I was feeling our bond less and less when I would touch him. I know the bond can’t be broken because I can still enter his dream world. But Melania is doing something to keep us apart. It has to be similar to what she did to keep August and Tiberius apart. I thought to call Bisnonna for guidance, but I don’t want to deal with that bitch. She probably wouldn’t tell me even if she did know. She’s proven that she doesn’t give a flying fuck about me or probably anyone. She had known about Tiberius and Thales, yet kept her mouth shut. She knew about so much and kept it from my family, and now look
I’ll probably feel bad for leaving Crista, Persephone, and Isis in the bunker later. Someone will let them out when it’s safe, so they don’t need me to use the access code. Right now, I don’t have time to feel anything but intense worry for Tiberius’ safety and unimaginable anger at Melania for causing him pain. I don’t know what she’s done to him, but I know it’s terrible with how much pain I’m in, and we aren’t even marked. Many people will call my driving skills terrifying. I speed and drive aggressively, and I own that. And right now, it’s working in my favor. I don’t have time to waste, and it’s not like I have a wolf to run to the hospital. Speaking of not having time to waste, I had to slam my breaks as three wolves stalked out of the tree line and stood in my way. I don’t know if they are Incubi, Bloodmoon, or Madonie, but I’m not going to hit someone with my car unless I know they are my enemy. I managed to skid to a stop having to cut the wheel to avoid them. Breathing