Milo’s POV We had been orchestrating our plan of attack since Lady Camille came and spent most of the day speaking with Lenora and I. Delilah went in and looked at Kas’s vision of Bronx killing her. She was able to study, evaluate, and determine details that Kas would never have been able to see. Delilah worked with her mother to help explain what they believed would cause the event, when it would happen and some ideas of how we could prevent it. Lady Camille had one of the coven’s sisters conference call into the meeting... well, sort of... she used magic instead of the actual phone, but she was there. She is a fortune teller, which I was sceptical of, but I listened respectfully anyways. She explained what would happen if we didn’t step in and stop Bronx. Short story: Kas would die. Bronx would be charged with murdering the Luna Regent of the Blood River pack and high treason. He would be executed for his crimes by the High Council and we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Then she t
Marco’s POV I know we’re about to give her the antidote, but seeing Kas laying there really got to me. I can feel a lump in my throat as I listen for her heartbeat. I already know she doesn’t have one. I start giving her chest compressions. A million memories of her hit me all at once. I feel a bit emotional as I continue to try to revive her. I watch Beta Milo, Gamma Reggie, James, and Tyree lead the Alpha out of the room. As soon as we know they are in the hallway, Beta Lenora pushes me to the side, giving Delilah room. Delilah pulls out a small bottle full of pink shimmery liquid. She squeezes Kas’s cheeks a little, making her blue lips pucker, then carefully pours the liquid in her mouth. “Go ahead, Marco,” she motions to me, “continue with the compressions. It will help move the antidote through her body.” I move back over and start CPR again. It feels like it’s taking forever. “Vámonos, Kas. You don’t get to go out like this. Not in this lifetime anyway. And definitely not o
Bronx’s POV For the first time in months, Saint is at peace. Quiet and settled. It’s a relief to not have to constantly be battling him for control. Not being influenced by his rage. After speaking with my therapist and several doctors, I decide to willingly stay in the hospital wing for a week for intensive treatment and to start medication to keep him stable. Kas has forgiven me. She is still upset with Saint, but she still loves him. She is willing to work on rebuilding their relationship. I don’t know how she does it, but I can feel she genuinely means it. It’s going to take a lot longer for me to forgive myself. Kas comes every morning for a therapy session with me. She brings homemade croissants and coffee with her. She holds my hand and listens intently to my darkest secrets. Things that I would never imagine telling her before. Things I have done that live in the darkest corners of my soul. She tells me what she needs from me and I tell her what I need from her in return.
Lenora’s POV My precious baby, Codi, is almost a month old and Milo and I are so in love with her. I can’t even remember what life was like before. I have never been a picture-taking person, but I’m pretty sure my phone storage is almost full of her and her with Milo. He has been snapping pics of his own too. “MILO! I have my boob out. Could you please not take a picture right now?” I laugh. “Sorry, Sugar. That one is just for me though, it’s beautiful.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. There’s a knock on the door, I put a cloth over my shoulder to cover myself up while he answers it. Bronx and Kas walk in holding hands with big smiles. “Hi Lenora! Where is Codi?” Kas asks, with an excited smile. “Under the blanket. She’s almost done eating. We’ll let Uncle Bronx burp her when she’s done.” Bronx freezes and his eye goes wide. Kas and I laugh at his reaction as I feel Codi unlatch. I pull her out from under the cloth and adjust my shirt. “Don’t worry Bronx, Milo will show
Bronx’s POV I don’t know how she did it, but Kas has flown through the first semester of her senior year classes. She wakes up with me so she can meet the tutor early while I am training with the pack warriors, then stays up late to get her homework done, except for essays. She saves those for our lazy day - Sundays. Her tutor tells me she has straight A’s except for History. Lex keeps telling her the books are wrong and convincing her to change the answers to be accurate. I mean, chances are, she was there, so how can anyone be mad at her? English on the other hand is her best subject. One of her projects is to write a poetry collection. She refuses to show it to me and tells me she doesn’t want me to criticize her work. I leave it alone but the tutor tells me it is inspiring. He wants to put them in a booklet to share with the high schoolers if he can get her to agree. “Kas, you don’t have to show me, but Mr. Ankers says he would like to publish it for the pack high school. That's
Kas's POV It's my birthday. It's Summer Solstice. It's also my freaking wedding day. I can't believe it. "One year together with you, Kas! It's been an exciting one!" Lex sings in my head. "Tell me about it. I'm so glad you're you, Lex." I smile at her. "I'm glad you're you too, Kas.” She purrs. “What do you think today will be like, Lex? I’ve never celebrated my birthday before. I’ve never gotten married before either." I wonder. “Well, I imagine people will be wishing you a happy birthday all day. You will probably get gifts too. It will be rude to decline them, so just smile and say thank you.” She advises. “Now that you're eighteen, your scent is going to be stronger. To Bronx and to other wolves. Bronx may be a little more protective, but he is also going to fall so much more in love with you too.” “Oh yeah, I remember them teaching us about that in health class.” I recall. I look out the living room window and see the hustle and bustle of the lawn being transformed for th
Bronx's POV Instead of an actual training, we have a class scheduled for other packs to understand our training programs. We do a ten-mile warm-up for those who want to participate, then we move onto the presentation. We have a few pack warriors who will be doing some demonstrations while I walk through our programs. I'm explaining the benefits of rest days where there is only light cardio and stretching when I feel a whisper on my neck. I flinch and look to the right, fully expecting to have to chastise Kas for leaving the packhouse without a guard, but she's not there. I smile to myself as I look at my watch. It's her meditation hour. She just reached out and touched me. My heart thumps a little harder knowing she is thinking about me. “Okay, now can we go see our mate? She wants to see us.” Saint begs. He doesn’t understand why we have to spend a full day apart when she is inside our apartment. “No, Saint. Later this evening. You and Lex will get to spend time together, then Kas
My heart clenches in my chest. I can feel tears in my eye as I put my hand over my mouth. The guests all gasp and whisper as they admire my mate and bow while she comes down the aisle. As they should. If I didn’t know it was Kas, I would have thought the Moon Goddess herself was making her way to the platform toward me. “That’s our mate?” Saint asks in awe. “Yeah, that’s our mate.” “She’s out of your league, man.” “Shut up, Saint. Just enjoy her beauty in silence.” Kas’s dress is long white and flowy with pleats to make it look more structured. There’s a belt that looks like a little rope wrapped around her waist. The shoulders of the dress are silver olive leaves that match the ones on my eyepatch. There is even more flowy material attached at the back of her shoulders that flows down and trails behind her like a train. She is wearing a wreath on her head that’s made of silver olive branches that makes her hair look even more sparkly. I look into her eyes, the vibrant violet of
I sit on the edge of the bed in the silent room. So this is what twenty-five feels like. I wonder if a hundred and twenty-five will feel just as good. What about two hundred and twenty-five? I laugh to myself at the thought as I head into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and run a brush through my white hair. None of the sparkly gray came back when it grew in four and a half years ago. I examine the mirror closer. It looks like there are some more violet flecks in the light gray of my irises, but maybe that’s just me being hopeful. I still don’t have any abilities other than being able to shift and mind linking other pack members. I splash water on my face and brush my teeth. There will be time to shower later before the pack Summer Solstice party and pack run. I pick up some toys that made their way into the closet room and find a dark blue sundress to wear. Once I am changed, I look at myself in the full-length mirror and smile. When I get into the living room, Marco comes up an
The smell of pine needles and lavender fills the room. I keep my eyes closed and hide my smile as the giggles get closer. “Mommy? Are you awake?” Maya’s little voice whispers loudly. I can feel her weight climbing onto the bed. “Shhh, Maya, Mommy gets to sleep, because it’s her birfday,” Andreas giggles at her while he climbs onto the bed as well. I roll over and pretend to yawn with a big growl and stretch my arms out wide, grabbing them both and bringing them toward me. Their happy squeals fill my heart with joy. “Hello, darlings,” I squeeze them tightly in my arms. “Mommy, happy birfday!” Andreas says happily and gives me a wet kiss on the cheek. “Mommy, Auntie Delilah said she’s made a cake for you,” Maya says with big gray eyes. She lays in my arms and plays with my white hair. She gives a sly little smile, “I think she made chocolate.” “Oh, she did, did she?” I smile back. The twins talk excitedly at the same time, telling me about all the things they want to do with me to
Kas’s POV I sit in front of him, even though he doesn’t know I’m there. I’m afraid if I look away, I may never see him again. Elexis’s black snout pushes under my elbow so I will put my arm around her while she sits next to me. I let myself lean heavily against her while we watch our mate realize that my spirit has left my body. “He broke the mate bond, Kas. Our spirits’ journeys are finished,” Lex says quietly, “There are no more lifetimes for us.” “I understand,” I nod slowly as I run my fingers through her silky onyx fur, “Lex, through everything, I forgive him. I’m sure it seems foolish, but I don’t have the desire to hold on to hate or malice when I move on. So, I forgive him.” “Of course you do. You have a good heart, Kas. I know how much you loved him over the centuries.” “I’ve made my peace, and I died knowing I did everything I could do to save my sisters and keep my pups alive. There is nothing else I need to fulfill me.” “It has been a pleasure being your wolf, Kas. I
“She’s pregnant?” I ask out loud, no one in particular. “Twins,” Reggie says dully. “Based on how big she is and comparing her to when Musu was pregnant, we think she’s due any day. Since she hasn’t eaten, her babies are basically using her body for nutrition. For lack of a better term, they’re eating her alive,” Milo says, as he brushes his hand against her cheek. He sits back on his heels and looks at her with tears in his eyes, “We don’t know what happened to Lex. She hasn’t been able to heal her for over three weeks now.” “What did the doctor say?” I gulp hard. I plant my feet to the ground, afraid to move. “You said no fucking doctors,” Reggie hisses at me through gritted teeth, “or have you forgotten?” “LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO HER YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Saint’s first words in weeks are pure rage against me. He tries to claw his way forward to take control and get to Kas, still protective of her. I take a step forward. A small piece of me, a deep down part that has been hidden awa
Bronx’s POV “Come on, man. It’s been a month. We’re sick of this shit. If this is your order, if this is truly what you want, then man the fuck up and come to the dungeon so you can see your damn handy work,” Milo’s steel-gray eyes bore into me, “Like you said, you don’t give a fuck anymore, so prove it. Come see what you’re doing.” “Watch your tone, Milo,” I stand up, growling at him. “Look, Bronx, you can come with us right now or you can find Blood River another Beta. I have plenty of packs who have already said they would give me asylum. Fuck being a Beta. I’ll take a job as a front gate guard and call it a fucking day. I’ll pack my shit, take Codi, and leave today if that’s how you really want this to go down. Your choice,” he crosses his arms and stares me down. Behind him, Reggie has his hands on his hips, looking at the floor. “What about you, Reggie? You're awfully quiet. Are you part of this ultimatum, too?” I lean forward against the desk, giving him a chance to speak u
Milo’s POV Marco had told us to find her binder before Bronx ordered us to lock him in solitary confinement. He said Kas kept note cards and binders for everything. We just had to find the correct binder to figure out what she was up to. He couldn’t tell us anymore because of some sort of potion he had swallowed. He was right. We rifled through dozens of binders in her office until we found one in her desk drawer that had a sticker labeled ‘Manae Notes’. It detailed everything, complete with cute pictures of rooms and furniture she wanted to use magic to create so her sisters would be comfortable in the home she was building for them. Some of the note cards were actually thin sheets of parchment that looked like they were hundreds of years old. Others were thick handmade papers that were crumbling on the edges. There were at least six different languages among the cards. Musu helped us translate most of them, but a few she said were in dead languages she wasn’t familiar with. Regardl
Kas’s POV I wake up in the morning feeling stiff and sore. I slide out of bed with a groan and look in the mirror. Even more than yesterday, I don’t recognize the reflection I see. Pale skin with dark bags below my eyes. All the violet from my irises is gone, replaced by a gray so light, it could be mistaken for white. I gently run a brush through my brittle, thinning hair. It is no longer gray and glittery. It’s turned into a dull shade of white that matches my eyes. I put on a loose dress and a heavy long cardigan to hide the joints protruding from all my angles before I go out to address my sisters for one last time before escorting them to Kardiá tou Manae. When I first met Lenora, bruises from my nose being broken upset her. What she would think now at my self-imposed deterioration. I turn to the side and admire my growing belly. I let myself smile when I feel the impatient little kicks coming from inside. I spend time with each team of sisters and make sure they are still on
Bronx’s POV Halloween comes and goes. Thanksgiving comes and goes. Winter Solstice is only a couple of weeks away. The frigid Montana winter trudges on. The world keeps turning as if Kas never existed. Last week, I heard Katherine Santoro’s abandoned estate in Greece burned down to the ground. No fatalities and no signs of the other residents and staff who lived there several days prior. A few days later, hunters found Katherine’s naked body, along with an unidentified woman, both mauled by wild animals in a wooded area of Mongolia. The artist's sketch of the other woman is clearly Cora. As soon as they confirmed Katherine was dead, I had my people get to work on acquiring Santoro Enterprises. Within several months, I will be the CEO, absorb the company into MasonCo and create a logistics division. If there are any Manae hiding among Santoro Enterprises staff, I will flush them out and throw them into the dungeon to rot. It’s what they deserve. If Kas ever dares show her face aga
Katherine’s POV The estate is unusually quiet when I get home from work. I don’t notice the usual hustle and bustle, but I chalk it up to coming home later than I normally do. I push open the door to my darkened office, pour myself a glass of scotch, and make my way over to the desk. I turn on the desk lamp and sit down, taking a deep sip of my drink. “Hello, Iokaste,” I lean back in my chair, addressing the woman in the tall wingback seat across the desk, “You look like shit.” “Hello, Katherine. Thank you for the compliment,” she snarks at me and leans forward from the shadow, letting me see her pale skin and sunken eyes be more clearly. Her spindly hand supports her chin. The longer I look at her, the more I realize she is way too thin. “K-Kas. Are-are you alright?” I stammer when I see her true condition. “Don’t worry about me, darling. You never have before. I’m here because I need you to do something for me. I’m going to give you a choice on how you do it,” she says, steepl