Shit is about to go down! Time for an epic witch battle!
I’ve never been trained in how to use magic. So to wield this much power was nearly impossible. I don’t have the control over it that a seasoned witch like Melania or Bisnonna would. And while I was holding my own, sending out blasts, it wasn’t honed. It was wild and untamed. It was nothing compared to the pinpoint accuracy that Bisnonna used to free Tiberius or as consistent in strength as the blast she sent to counter Melania. I always knew she was a powerful witch. Only the most powerful in the coven can become the Crone. I didn’t think she cared well at all about me. Not to have a pity party but growing up, we weren’t exactly close, and I always felt I was a disappointment for not having shown signs of magic or a wolf. So for her to come here and fight to protect me, it’s unexpected. I know she has reason to interfere as far as this war goes and ensure the prophecy is fulfilled. So her coming to fight Melania wasn’t a surprise. Her coming to protect me that’s a surprise. I covere
You know how women always say men don’t know real pain because we don’t give birth? Not to sound sexist but fuck that. Try having your life force drained by magic with a witch’s power harpooned through your heart. No epidural can alleviate my pain and every second of this pain feels like hours. Plus, there isn’t a new life to make the pain all worth it when this is all over. When the pain finally ended, Katrina freed me of the Shit Witch’s power. All I saw was pain. Katrina’s beautiful face wore a heartbroken expression, tears staining her cheeks, and her eyes bloodshot from crying. And I don’t think any of those are joyful that I’m freed from Shit Witch’s magic. I winced and looked around and saw why my mate was in tears. Across the room, her Bisnonna lay lifeless. Shit Witch killed her and, in doing so, broke my love’s heart. I don’t have any attachment to the old Crone, but she was family to Katrina, even if estranged. I know the pain of losing one’s family. “Let’s kill this bitc
I felt so drained, physically and emotionally, after everything that happened. I felt like I could sleep for days. Of course, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. There’s too much that still has to be done. Melania may be dead, but I don’t know how the rest of this war is going. However, I do not doubt that Papa will be victorious. I’ll still need to talk to him and André about everything that happened. About mamma and Bisnonna. I woke up when someone knocked at the door. Opening one eye, I looked to see Tiberius awake and watching me. “You are such a creeper,” I mumbled. “I told you I have slept long enough.” He reminded me. “And maybe I’m a little worried that if I close my eyes, you’re going to disappear, and this will all be a dream, and I’m still trapped in that hell hole.” He admitted. I sighed and gave him a quick kiss as the heavy knock sounded again. “Katrina?” Papa’s voice called out as the door handle turned. We barely had time to sit up before Papa walked into the room.
“If either of you is naked, that’s your problem. Katrina, I’m your brother. We were born naked together. And Tiberius, well, I’m all for seeing what my sister’s getting.” André boldly announced as he flung the door open without bothering to knock. A cute man groaned as he trailed behind my brother with his hands over his face. Oh, he is adorable, whomever he is. “André Marcus D’Amore, you are not getting to see my mate naked. We agreed as children we do not share men.” I shouted, throwing my shoe at my twin. “Don’t worry. I don’t want your sleeping, well, awakened beauty. I have one of my own.” André winked, pulling the shy man forward so I could get a better look. “I see. Does your mate speak?” I asked, eyeing the man-candy at his side. André laughed while picking up my shoe and tossing it back. “Hello, Princess Katrina.” My brother’s mate bowed his head, all polite and formal. I can appreciate that, even if my brother rolled his eyes and nudged him with his hip. “You don’t have
I may not like still being stuck in this hospital bed, but having Katrina in it with me makes it all better. Making out with Katrina certainly made having to be in bed an easier pill to swallow. As Mary Poppins said, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Tasting her lips was undoubtedly sweet, even if it wasn’t enough. I want more. I want to taste every inch of her. I want to make her mine in all the ways possible. It wasn’t all making out. I may be a horny wolf, but there is more to being mates than physical attraction. A lot happened, and we needed to talk about it. Most of our conversation was Katrina retelling me about how she saw her mamma and learning she was always meant to have magic and a wolf. Meeting me unlocked her magic, but we agreed that without Thales, her wolf might never awaken. There were also many tears. I held her as she cried. She cried for her mamma, who went her life not knowing she had magic till she knew true love, and the first time she felt that
Tiberius and Alexander thought they were being quiet. I woke up the moment the door opened. I pretended to sleep, hoping it would get my cousin to leave faster. Thankfully it did. I don’t want to talk to anyone just yet. And before I talk to my cousins about what happened, I need to talk to Papa and André. They need to hear these things before anyone else. After Alexander left, I thought to let Tiberius know I was awake, but I decided to play along when he went under the blankets. If he wants to wake me up orally, I will not say no or ruin it. I’m all about this plan, and he didn’t disappoint. Some guys are just not good at eating a pussy. They are sloppy and uncoordinated. It’s happened more than once in my life. Tragic really. Thankfully Tiberius knew how to use his tongue in the best ways and even accepted some guidance. That’s another thing I love about him. He doesn’t have an over-inflated ego. I’ve had lovers that got offended when I’d try to direct them. Because, of course, th
Interruptions aside, best sex of my LIFE! I wasn’t sure how quickly we’d recover from her brother and his mate interrupting us. But I should never have doubted Katrina or the effect she and the mate bond have on me. I went from half hard to full mast in record time. I almost felt bad for the person who had t clean my hospital room as we left later that day as the whole room smelled of sex. I wasn’t sure where we’d be going after leaving the hospital. I don’t know what state Nebrodi is in for us to head back to. I know I don’t want to stay at the Alpha villa in Katrina’s bedroom. While I’d be happy to be around the Fayte sisters, I don’t know how well I’d perform with Katrina’s dad lurking about, able to hear us fucking. “So if we aren’t staying at the villa because I can’t express how awkward that would be for me. Where are we going to stay? What happened to your car?” I asked as I started to slow down as she led the way to her car, which looked like it was on its last leg. “Oh, fuc
I was mentally prepared for entering Nebrodi and how bad it would look. Or that’s what I told myself on the drive there. But nothing could prepare me for what we saw. The destruction of the city was bad enough. Worse was seeing the bodies left to decompose and be picked at by scavenger animals. It was sickening. I don’t know if the turmoil in the pit of my stomach was disgust or anger. It’s probably both. If Melania and Icky Iggy weren’t already dead, I’d want to kill them again, seeing the state Nebrodi was left in. All this destruction and death for nothing. All because Melania feared the change my Papa and Crista will bring. All because of the fragile ego of Ignazio. Arriving at their pack house, it felt off to see it in such good condition. Why would Ignazio not burn it to the ground? But I got my answer when that slimeball Lorenzo walked out like he owned the place. All the anger and pain I felt upon crossing into Nebrodi territory suddenly boiled when he disrespected Thales and