Kas’s POV Once Delilah and Musu get back to the apartment, Delilah and I turn on the cooking channel to watch a cake baking competition. We beg Musu to watch with us, but she insists she has work to do. She compromises by sitting on the sofa and putting on her headphones while she keeps working. Delilah and I throw my green and gray blanket over us and comment on what the contestants are doing right and wrong and what we would do differently. During the commercial breaks, Delilah tells me about the basics of magic theory to prepare me for practices. Around four p.m. there is a knock on the apartment door. Delilah jumps up before I can stop her and answers it. “Um, Kas?” Lex says quietly, as if someone other than me could hear her if she spoke to loud. “Um, Lex? Why are you whispering?” I ask, confused. “I want to talk to you about something before you play with magic.” “Okay, you know you can tell me anything. What’s up?” “The other day, when I was talking to Saint in the weight
I try to roll over to get out of bed so I can get a shower, but Bronx tugs me back down and pulls me until my back is close against his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I need to get cleaned up, Sweetheart. I’ll be back after my shower,” I giggle and scrunch up my shoulders as he nibbles at the spot on my neck below my ear. “Nope,” he growls playfully from somewhere in my hair. I feel him take a deep breath, “I like when you smell like me.” “I like when I smell like you too, but I don’t enjoy laying in bed feeling sweaty and sticky. Give me ten minutes,” I turn in his arms to face him. “Five,” he kisses my forehead and drapes his leg over me, trapping me against him. “Eight,” I negotiate for more time. “You drive a hard bargain, Kas Mason,” he grumbles, burying his nose back in my hair. “My husband says I’m a damn good businesswoman,” I smile into his chest and give a gentle nip on his marking spot that isn’t completely healed. I feel him shiver happily at the sensatio
Marco picks me up at five a.m. sharp and takes me down to the training ground. James is there with Delilah and Tyree. “Hi Delilah...Tyree...what are you guys doing here?” I smile, happy to see them. “Kas, Alpha Bronx is making some updates on the team. We wanted to surprise you and introduce your newest full time guard and magic advisor,” Marco says with a smile, motioning to Tyree and Delilah. “Really?” my eyes light up as I look at Delilah, who winks at me, then at Tyree with his arms crossed in front of him, smiling cheerfully. “I’m glad I will get to be with you full time from now on, Luna,” Tyree says, his dark eyes twinkle in the early morning light, “Although the Gamma was kinda bummed out that he needs to find a new scout.” James steps forward and speaks now, “Kas, we are bringing on Tyree because I won’t be on physical duty for you as often anymore. I mean sometimes, but mostly, I am going to be working with Gamma Reggie, Beta Lenora, and Musu. We are going to be keeping
“The bus just came through the security gate, Luna. Can you meet us out front?” Carly mind links me. “Thanks Carly, I’ll be right there,” I let her know. I put a thick cardigan over my shirt to keep the early autumn chill away while I’m outside. Tyree meets me in the hall and escorts me downstairs. I realize I don’t know all that much about him. He tells me he has been working for Reggie since he got out of the military when he was twenty. He has two younger siblings. His sister goes to the human university in the state capital. His little brother is a senior in high school and really looking forward to being a pack guard. By the time we get downstairs, Carly is standing with the rest of Blood River’s ranked members, giving them last-minute instructions. Tyree gives me a nod and steps back, taking a place among the other guards who have been assigned to keep tabs on Bronx. Ashley runs up and gives me a giant hug. She is practically jumping up and down as she speaks excitedly, “Oh
“Here come the Alpha and Luna now,” Ashley motions to us as we enter the great room. I hold up the books and look at the children who all still look pretty tentative about their new environment, “Who wants to hear a story? Follow me!” I walk backward slowly, with a big smile, as children look up to their parents for permission. Moms and dads gratefully set toddlers down and let go of their children's hands, encouraging them to follow me, so they can have a few minutes of peace. I lead the children over to the corner with all the comfortable cushions and bean bags. Once we are all settled in, I give the kids a choice, a book or a story about the Moon Goddess. They all agree they want to hear about the Moon Goddess, so I tell them the story of how the Moon Goddess and Endymion fell in love and had fifty daughters together. I leave out the parts about factions, abilities, and that I am one of those daughters. I let Lex help by using her voice for the male characters in the story. As I
“Why can’t you go with me, again?” I ask Bronx while I smooth out the dress I changed into for the trip to the botanical gardens. “I haven’t been in the office for over a week. I'm drowning in work and we have a dinner party tonight that I can’t skip out on to work late. If I don’t go in for a few hours, I won't be able to catch up,” he wraps his arms around my waist and looks at me through the mirror, “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. They’re excited to meet you. They are your sisters, they already love you.” I give a nervous sigh and fix my hair one last time. Bronx gives me a kiss and turns me around, leading me out of the closet room. He whispers words of encouragement to me the whole time, until we get to the door. He opens it to find Tyree on the other side, looking dapper in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. “Luna, are you ready? Marco is waiting in the car,” he gestures for me to join him. “He’s right you know,” Lex says in a soothing voice as we walk, “I
As I calm down, I feel the women back away, still staying close by. I turn slightly in Cora's arms to see what is happening. The beautiful blonde hair woman is standing the closest, beaming at me. On the surface, the gesture seems genuine but everything else about her screams of false presences. "Hello Iokaste, I'm Katherine, your oldest sister, and Luna of the Manae. It's a pleasure to meet you again," she says to me. All I can think of is how odd of a way to introduce yourself to someone. I look at her carefully. She smiles slightly and reaches out to brush my bangs out of my face. It is meant to be a caring movement, but instinctively I feel myself flinch. She seems to ignore my tiny movement, but I can see a minute change in her eyes as she notices. I don’t know what to make of it. It almost feels like she was pleased to see me react that way, but she doesn’t want to let it show. "Please, call me Kas and it's nice to meet you too," I pull myself from Cora's arms and collect my
I watch as Katherine’s tongue slides across her front teeth with her mouth closed, considering how to answer. She never takes her eyes off of me, trying to gauge my temperament. The women sitting behind her whisper quietly to each other, looking nervous. “It was a mistake,” she finally clears her throat and says very matter-of-factly, “We have a lamp called the harbinger lamp. Mother lights it when there is an imbalance among the Manae that needs to be rectified. She lit the lamp purple, which means we needed to summon you to help with a problem with the Dark. I left this responsibility to Amari and Tessa. Tessa took things in her own hands and, based on past experience, took a forceful route instead of a peaceful one.” I watch as Amari looks at her hands, avoiding eye contact with me. “Cora, how were you involved?” I look at her confused, “You were in that room with Tessa.” “I was summoned as well. To help with you, Kas,” Cora looks at me as if she is asking for forgiveness. I ca
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