Kas's POV Hundreds of flashes go off as we take our spots on the little x's on the red carpet in front of the wall of photographers. We ignore the questions being yelled at us as Bronx slides his hand around my waist and squeezes a little. I look up at him with a big smile, which makes the flashes go off even faster. My smile gets even bigger when he gives me a wink, then leans down to give me a kiss. "You're so fucking beautiful, Kas," he whispers against my lips, before he stands straight again and walks away backwards. He raises his hands toward me and looks toward the photographers, then claps his hands, showing the crowd how much he approves of my slinky black dress. We don't go to many red carpet events, but for the ones we go to, Bronx always gives the media a minute to get solo pics of me. I feel Lex swoon at our mate, making me blush again before I pose by myself. I may be young, but I’m not stupid. After my interactions with Katherine, I completely understand she invited B
Delilah and I chat and comment on how beautiful everyone’s dresses and suits are as we walk around. Occasionally, we shake hands with people who recognize me. By pure chance, everyone we make physical contact with wins big in their next game. “Amazing luck people are having this evening, isn’t it?” I quip as I watch Delilah pat a man playing cards on the back. He draws a king card and lays down a royal flush. “Oui, lucky indeed,” she muses. We get to a roulette table and I look around, realizing we lost our guards and Musu, Carly, and Diane. I rub my fingers over my forehead to hide my eyes. “Marco? I’m sorry, we weren’t paying attention. We lost you guys,” I apologize through a mind link, “We are at the roulette table.” “We’ve got eyes on you. I'm only ten paces back. You're fine,” he responds. I look back and see Marco towering above the crowd, "Tyree is with the other ladies." “Excuse me, monsieur,” Delilah says to the man running the game, “How do you play?” He patiently ex
“A star-studded charity event in Greece turned scary last night when America’s pint-sized princess, Kas Mason, co-owner of ‘Pâtisseries de Loup Magique’, and wife of security mogul Bronx Mason, was attacked by a disgruntled server." “The casino themed event was thrown by Santoro Enterprises for Katherine Santoro’s personal charity that provides fresh water resources for people around the world. The Masons made a rare public appearance together, attending the event with a group of Kas’s friends, who walked the red carpet with her." “Bronx looked swoon worthy in a Tom Ford tuxedo. His new, realistic prosthetic green eye highlighted the secretive stunner's handsome features. But ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you, Kas, who is known for her signature silver hair and violet-colored contacts, really stole the show in a curve-hugging black, open back Givenchy gown, giving the world a peek at the burn scars. She has spoken about them before in interviews, but I, for one, gasped at how sev
Bronx’s POV I watch Kas go into the bedroom, but I don’t stop her. I understand she's upset. She needs time by herself to think before I go in and try to talk to her about the situation. I can’t tell if they upset her about the rumor she could be pregnant or about my reaction to Dionysus putting his filthy hands on her. Thinking about it again gets Saint worked up. “It’s not too late to go find him and tear his throat out,” Saint snarls. “Saint, knock it off. We’re in hot water as it is,” I argue with him. “You’re just gonna let him get away with that?” he continues to rage. “Tell you what, Saint. You tell me what the fuck you were talking to Kas about last night and I'll go after Dionysus.” “Forget it, dummy. I already told you, that's between me and our mate,” he growls, conceding and making his way to the corner of my mind to sulk. A new message notification pings from my cell phone. Ashley: PR team will call in an hour. Be ready. Is Kas really pregnant? Bronx: fine ty and
I’m on the phone for an hour and a half with Ashley and the PR team, coming up with a statement for the media and a plan for how Kas and I should respond if we’re asked questions by reporters. I hang up and rub my hands over my face. I really fucked up. The PR team is mad, Ashley’s mad. I can only imagine how mad Lenora is. This was an international event. She is going to have to deal with it, too. I’m surprised she hasn’t called to yell at me yet. And tabloids reporting that Kas is pregnant, too? I can only imagine how upset she is. I sit back in my seat and sigh. The television is on mute, but I look over and see an image of me sitting on the edge of the fountain with my hand on Kas’s belly. Oh shit. I can’t hear what the reporter is saying, but she has a huge grin on her face. The tabloids aren’t just making shit up. They saw us talking about it. Even if they couldn’t hear our conversation, they saw the body language. That’s all they need to run with a false story. Fuck. I lean
I watch as his skin becomes sallow and his eyes turn soft blue. He speaks again but his voice is less confident than it was before, “Okay. Stop. Please stop. I will give you what you want. You can have your baby.” I let go of his chin roughly, letting him fall forward. My arms cross in front of me and I watch him grab his chest, panting and looking up at me. I meant it when I said I would suck his energy dry. Besides, now I have what I need from him; I have no use for his egotistical ass. “Oh, an energy empath, well played, Iokaste,” Hera smirks with her chin against her hand as she watches me jump down from Zeus’s throne to stand back with Amari and Jasen, “Selene, with her gifts, your daughter would make a good Olympian. Are you sure you want to let her continue as part of the Manae?” “She has her place, Hera. We are here to discuss Iokaste and the future landscape of the Manae. Not her place in the hierarchy of the Gods,” Mother says in a damning tone. “Iokaste,” a man’s voice
Marco’s POV “Mister Sanchez, what can I do for you? I’m having a terrible day,” Katherine sighs into the phone. “Katherine, we need your help. Something’s wrong with Kas,” I pace around the living room, cause ain’t no way I can stand still right now. “What’s wrong with her? Out with it,” she snaps. There ain’t no concern for Kas in her voice. She just sounds annoyed. Kas was right about this bitch. “She is hysterical, and it seems like she’s in a lot of pain. She keeps calling for Amari,” I explain as patiently as I can. “Well, that is probably because Amari passed away sometime last night or this morning,” her voice is so cold and uncaring that you’d think she didn’t give a shit about Amari. It makes me feel like she just threw a bucket of ice water at me, “Just tell your Alpha to keep giving her all those hugs and kisses until she gets over herself.” “Wait? What do you mean, Amari and her mate passed away?” I ask. How can she say it with no emotions, like it doesn’t matter that
Bronx’s POV Diane offers to keep Kas company in the apartment while we work out a plan on how to keep her and Tessa safe from the rest of the Manae. I feel better knowing she is a nurse and Kas trusts her. When I get back in the afternoons, she reports that Kas mostly sleeps and spends a lot of time in the shower. Almost every day, after I dismiss Diane, Kas lets me hold her while she continues to cry from the lingering pain. I don’t know how else to help her and it’s killing me. She doesn’t leave the apartment except to come downstairs for dinner. She insists being with the pack will lift her spirits up. Delilah comes to the apartment every evening after dinner with her bag of potion ingredients. She and Kas spend an hour with the bedroom door closed meditating and trying different remedies to help ease Kas’s pain and help her sleep. Some nights it seems to help. Other nights, I have to hold my sweet little mate while she whimpers and cries to her mother for mercy. I feel completely