Bronx’s POV “So, what pack did you come from, Tessa? I need to let your Alpha know you’re here,” I ask the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman. Her clothes look inexpensive but brand new, unless you look at her shoes. She is wearing top of the line running shoes. I know because Kas bought a pair for herself a couple months ago. She felt uncomfortable spending so much money, so she took them back and bought a cheaper pair. I had Lenora and Ashley go out and buy her the original pair, but have not had an opportunity to give them to her yet. If Tessa was an average wolf, she would be nervous sitting in a one-on-one meeting with an Alpha Regent, but she isn’t. She sits up straight and confidently looks me in the eye as we speak, as if this is an everyday occurrence for her. Her formal mannerisms and the way she speaks hint at a wealthy upbringing. She may have even had formal training to meet with high-ranking wolves. “Oh, no, Sir. My Luna knows I left. This is temporary until I figure out w
Lenora’s POV As we approach the gates of Silver Moon, I can see Kas is struggling to take a breath. I reach forward and give her hand a squeeze. I'm worried she isn't going to be able to handle this. “We shouldn’t be here, Lenora,” Justice whines in my mind, “We need to protect Bronx to protect the Luna. Please be careful in this cursed place. We don’t belong here. Don’t forget I’m here if you need me. I can run home in five hours if it comes down to it.” “What’s with all the cryptic talk lately, Justice?” I complain to her. “I don’t know how to make myself more clear. Bronx is the key to protecting the Luna. It’s what he was made for. We need to protect him to keep her safe.” I roll my eyes at her, “Okay. Clear as mud. Thanks for the pep talk.” “Kas, you got this. You’re not the same wolf you were the last time you’re here. She nods quickly, trying to swallow her fear, “Yeah, Lex is basically saying the same thing." “Justice isn’t happy about being here, either. We just need t
Kas’s POV The moment I realized Elder Randall had school aged girls working instead of getting an education made me want to call Bronx right away but I am determined to complete this assignment without him. I want him to know I can handle difficult Luna responsibilities without him needing to be involved. Besides, he is busy dealing with the Lenora look alike. When I was seventeen, I was pulled out of school to become a slave in this very packhouse. Once Bronx and Lenora saved me, I knew I could never allow this treatment for any other werewolf children. There is no room for it in our society. Knowing that Elder Randall was the one who exploited these children infuriated me. As soon as I can speak with Bronx in the evening, I will let him know about expediting sending families with children and children who may have been separated from their families to Blood River. More importantly, the reason we were making the change. I stand back and wait for the now nervous Randall to unlock th
Marco and I get to the main floor and meet up with Lenora and Tyree, who are coming in from outside with Randall following behind them. “Are you alright, Lenora?” I ask, taking her hands in mine. “Yes, sorry. Justice got the best of me. Doesn’t haven’t often,” she apologizes. “It happens to the best of us. I appreciate her fervor,” I smile as I reassure my stoic Beta, “Let’s get you set up in the conference room. I have a feeling you are going to be busier with school registrations than we initially expected.” When we get to the conference room, there is a line of young girls lined up to be registered for school. Some look nervous, some look excited, others look like their friends dragged them there. “Oh, my Goddess. How many girls do you think there are here?” Lenora gives a shocked whisper as she looks down the line. “I would say at least forty,” I try not to gawk at the line of girls, “Marco, can you please help Lenora with the registrations. I will have dinner brought down to
I spread the pictures out trying to make sense of it. Has she been reincarnated that many times in a hundred years? “Is this it? Were there any other pictures?” I ask, looking up at Musu. “I think I found one from the second Italian War of Independence, but it is very old. I can’t be sure it is her,” Musu turns the laptop to show me a grainy image of a stern-looking woman sitting in a chair. There is a large man in a soldier’s uniform behind her with his hand on her shoulder. It could be her, but there is no telling for sure. “Do we know who the soldier is? He doesn’t age either?” I ask, tapping my finger on the desk while I examine the image. I look down in the other pictures and see he is in the one from the twenties and the one from the eighties as well. “Still researching, but it looks like his features stay the same, just like hers do.” “This stays between us for now, Musu. Until we can figure out what the Hell is going on. I want all the intel you can possibly gather before
As Kas steps to the podium in front of the Silver Moon pack, I see people whispering to each other and looking at her suspiciously. People definitely recognize her as they sneer and roll their eyes. Even after two years and with all the punishments that were handed down to these people, they still haven’t learned their lessons? To her credit, Kas ignores them and begins her speech. She introduces herself as the Luna Regent of Blood River, which is met with a couple of boos and growls from the crowd. I watch as a look crosses her face that I have never seen from her before. I feel a sensation of authority and dominance she hasn’t had to embody before. Unlike Bronx, who lets these types of feelings roll off of him and fill the room, Kas’s feelings come in soft pulses, building each time a wave reaches you. “Silver Moon pack. Blood River has been ordered by the Elder Council to acquire Silver Moon. As your new Luna, I am here to tell you that your leadership has decided that instead of
Bronx’s POV “Santoro Enterprises group here, Alpha,” Carly mind links me. I look at my watch. Ten a.m. Right on time. “Show them to their rooms, let them know we will escort them to the conference room at eleven-thirty.” “Yes, Alpha.” I mind-link the team that will need to be in the conference room and let them know, “Hey All, they’re here. Conference room at eleven-fifteen. Remember what we discussed last night.” “Yes, Alpha,” everyone responds in unison. I smell someone on the other side of the door. Why haven’t they knocked? I stand up and open the door to find Tessa standing in the hall. I think she had her ear to the door, but she moves quickly, so I can’t be sure. “Ah, Tessa. Thank you for coming on such short notice. Please come in,” I step out of the way and motion for her to move past me. She steps into the office and turns to me, “Is everything alright, Alpha?” “Yes, please sit,” I slide the guest chair so she can sit, then I move to my chair on the other side of the
"So you think Tessa and Katherine are Manae?” Milo looks at the pictures of Tessa. Simply not believing what he is seeing. “Well, we know that Cornell took Katherine's name when they got married. It was all over the news when we were younger. Don't you remember?" "Oh yeah. I remember thinking he must have come from a weak pack since he joined hers instead of her going to his." "Yeah, so we know they are sisters and now we have photos of one of them looking the same age for over a hundred years. We know she isn't a vampire. Do you have a better explanation?” “Aliens?” “Milo, we don’t have time for humor,” I stop pacing and rub my hands over my face before putting my hands on my hips, “We need to be downstairs in fifteen minutes.” “Okay, one problem at a time,” Reggie says calmly, trying to defuse the situation, “I will have extra guards, and an omega put in the hallway where this Persephone woman’s suite is. If she leaves the room, the omega will be there to escort. We can say the
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