“You had a dream about Zeus?” Bronx looks at me suspiciously, unsure of what I am saying. “No, Bronx,” I extend my hand with the giant walnut out further as if it is proof, “I had lunch with Zeus. I also met Dionysus. He called me a monstrosity. I picked up the nut to hit him with, but he walked away.” “Kas, we have dealt with a whole lotta crazy since you have become part of our pack, but that...that is pretty damn close to the top of the list,” Lenora says in a loud whisper, so she doesn't wake the baby. The look of disbelief on her face is evident, “You haven’t left this room in two hours. We’ve checked on you twice.” She doesn’t sound angry; she sounds more concerned for my mental state. Like if she says it firmly enough, I will stop the pretense and believe her instead. That is how Lenora is. Pushy in her own way. A stickler for rules and order. Everything in Lenora’s world fit into tidy little boxes until I came along. I know it bothers her that my life naturally exists outs
Bronx’s POV It took everything I had to not console Kas in front of everyone when Musu announced her pregnancy. I know she is happy for Musu and Marco, but I could also feel her disappointment. Even though Zeus had told her she may be able to have a baby in the future, nothing is guaranteed. That’s just how life is. To her credit, she fulfilled her duty as Luna and stoically congratulated the happy couple and helped come to an agreement for their adjusted schedules. I watch as she follows Lenora and Musu out when we are finished. Marco and Milo stay behind so we can discuss schedules and strategies for guards to protect Kas for the foreseeable future. “Alpha, I know a lot has happened over the last week or so, but is Kas okay?” Marco asks. Other than Delilah and me, he knows her probably better than anyone. One of the few people I don’t mind when he doesn’t call her Luna because at the end of the day, they really are friends. I pause for a moment, debating whether to tell him abo
Katherine’s POV “They offered us accommodations at the Blood River pack house?” I ask suspiciously. “Yes, Luna. They said they have plenty of room and would be honored to have the entire team there. If we would rather stay at a hotel, they will make those arrangements, too. We just have to let them know how many suites we need,” my assistant says through the phone. “I think the packhouse would probably be the best option,” I think about Cora, who will need to come with us, being able to shift on Blood River’s extensive territory. I also selfishly think about the opportunity to get to see Iokaste in person. “Yes, ma’am.” “Sarah, how did they know we were wolves? How did they know to offer us a place in the packhouse?” “I didn’t think to ask, Luna, but Mister Mason’s assistant was very nice. She sent pictures of the suites we would stay in and everything.” I smirk at her innocence, “Alright, please request a block of eight suites.” “Yes, Luna. Oh also, Alexandros left a message.
Tessa’s POV I sit quietly at a counter seat near the front of the 24-hour cafe, sipping the disgusting coffee and barely edible omelette while I scroll through the burner phone to catch up on the news. I watch out of the corners of my eyes as people queue up in a line to enter the store across the street. They all seem very excited and happy to be there. The window of the store has the silhouette of a wolf wearing a pointy witch's hat. Above the image, in curly purple and white lettering, are the words ‘Pâtisseries de’ and below it are ‘Loup Magique’ meaning ‘Magic Wolf Pastries’. I roll my eyes at blatant call out to the owners of the little bakery. The lights in the front of the store turn on, and a petite woman in a purple and white apron opens the door. A security guard dressed in a purple shirt and black pants stands guard next to the front door, while another shoos away photographers from getting too close. “Excuse me,” I call to the waitress behind the counter. “Yes, Miss?
Kas’s POV “Bronx, what’s going on? How did you find out the woman that looks like Lenora is in town? Is everyone else okay? No one else has gone missing, have they?” I call in a panic. “It’s going to be okay, Kas. She is one person and I have more people than she could possibly imagine covering this. No one else has been reported missing. The guards are getting you home. Please, go to our apartment and stay there until I get home,” Bronx reassures me from the other end. “In the apartment? Absolutely not! I’m helping protect our pack, Bronx, not hiding in our apartment like some weakling. I’m their leader too and I have powers and special abilities that make me suited for situations like this,” I growl at him, “You can have as many people as you want guarding me, but I need to help the wolves in our pack who cannot help themselves. I’m Luna of Blood River, remember? We have done countless drills for situations like this. Children, mothers, pregnant women, and seniors all need to be d
Once we are sure everyone in town is where they are supposed to be, I head back to the packhouse and make my way to the safe room. Musu greets me, looking exhausted. “Musu, are you alright?” I asked, trying not to sound alarmed. “Yes, Luna. Just feeling a little drained. It must be from the babies, but don’t worry about me. I am glad I could help here.” “B-babies?” I can’t hide the shock in my voice, “As in more than one?” Musu smiles broadly now, “Yes, we had our first appointment with the doctor yesterday. She confirmed I am having twins.” “Oh, my Goddess! Musu, that’s so exciting!” I squeal, giving her a big hug, “What did Marco say?” Musu laughs deeply, “He was so pale, I thought he saw a phantom. The doctor says it is not unexpected since I am a twin myself.” I laugh with her, “I can’t imagine his face. This is so exciting. Oh, let me help you with your energy, please. Just enough for you to not be exhausted.” “Thank you, Luna. I would really appreciate it,” she spreads h
When we get upstairs, he doesn't put me down until he sits me on the sofa, and kneels on the floor in front of me, so we are close to eye level. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply again, this time slower and more intentionally than the one downstairs in front of the pack. The sparks of our mate bond comfort me more than they have in a long time. I let myself melt into the sensation, feeling his warm and soothing hands against my skin. When I feel a wet tear on my cheek, I pull back slightly. I can feel powerful emotions coming from him: sadness, fear, and regret. “Bronx?” I wipe the tear away from his face, “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” “Kas, when I got the call telling me that woman was in town, I was worried I may never see you again. I-I just knew that I had to get you to safety. All these terrible thoughts started running through my mind. And then I spoke to you on the phone and you sounded so angry that I would make you hide in the apartment and you were so confide
Bronx’s POV Milo’s “emergency” was that one of the pups went “missing” when everyone was leaving the safe room. The little boy turned out to be in the kitchen, where Mrs. Miller was keeping him calm with milk and cookies until his parents could track him down. As I leave the kitchen, I’m stopped by a group of guards who want to make sure I am up to speed on the rogues, they found on the northern border. I pretend to listen as patiently as possible, but I don’t really hear anything they’re saying. I preoccupy my mind with Kas, waiting upstairs in the apartment for me. Saint becomes more and more irritated, pacing back and forth in my mind as the guards drone on and on. “Alright guys, file a report, give it to Beta Milo. He will compile everything for me. Thank you for your service,” I hastily shake their hands and try to make my way back upstairs. As I reach the bottom of the staircase, Musu and Lenora come rushing up, begging me to go to Lenora’s office. I close my eye and take a
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