It seems like an eternity before Milo’s finger tips move away from my chin, but his face stays close to mine as he looks into my eyes. “I can go if that’s really what you want.” He whispers, softly. His breath on my lips makes my heart beat harder. “Is it? What you want, I mean?” “I-I don’t know what I want.” I hear myself say it and I feel myself shake my head in his gentle hands, but my mind doesn’t believe its own words. His eyes draw me in. The scent of figs reminds me of how strong eating the fruit made me feel. I can’t help but wonder if a kiss would provide the same effect. Milo’s gentle fingers move to my neck and slide behind my ears, carefully bringing my face closer to his. “Maybe we could figure it out together, Kas.” My body catches up to my mind and I nod my head, letting my eyes flutter closed as he moves closer. His lips brush against mine lightly, making my heart go wild in my chest. I let myself lean a little closer to see if my heart can handle more. Ding! Milo
“D-Delilah?” My voice cracks and I don’t even have a chance to stop the tears that stream down my face. I reach my arm out and carefully walk toward her, gripping the cane tightly. “Oh my, Goddess. I can’t believe it!” She rushes to me and pulls me into a crushing hug. “Luna Regent, Goddess Iokaste Latmus Mason, don’t you dare scare me like that ever again.” At the mention of my full name and formal title with her thick French accent, the air changes. Delilah’s ambient magic causes me to feel calm and content. A perk of having a witch for a best friend, I suppose. A hint of a blue aura surrounds us as we hold each other. “Oh, Delilah, I have so much to tell you.” I bury my face in her shoulder and feel relieved. “I’ve missed you so much, darling. I’ve thought about you every day. I thought we would never see each other again.” “Oh now, Kas. We all know a pesky little thing like death could never stop you.” Delilah laughs and makes bells ring in the air again. “And a silly rule lik
“Marco, I’m so sorry. They told me you Bronx had you arrested. I didn’t think he would throw you in the dungeon!” I blink away fresh tears from my eyes and look up at him. “I should have never gotten you or Delilah involved in my plans.” “No llores, amiga.” He pats the side of my face and wipes the tears from my eyes, but then looks at me with concern. “Que? Noooo… Musu, qué es? Mi Diosa! Quién robó tus colores? [What? Noooo… Musu, what is this? My Goddess! Who stole your colors?” Marco gently pulls on the skin below my eyes. A wash of panic comes over his face as he looks at me. “Marco, it’s okay, mon loup.” Musu touches his forearm and moves his hand away from my face. “The Luna is healing now. Just like you are. Her eyes will change back to violet soon enough.” “She’s right, Marco. One day my eyes will be violet again. We just have to be patient. Why don’t we all sit down?” James and Musu bring chairs so all of us can sit down to talk. I take Marco’s hand in mine and turn it o
James, Jorge, and Musu explain what had just happened while I sit quietly. Delilah takes my hand while they speak and whispers a calming spell into my ear. I can feel a gentle warmth flow through her hand and flow through my body. I can feel Milo staring at me, making my cheeks flush. I can’t look at him right now. If I tell him I don’t know what happened, he’ll call me out. They can discuss it as much as they want. I won’t announce to my friends that Aphrodite just tried to choke me with rose petals. Then I’ll have to tell them they summoned me to Kardiá tou Menae and Aphrodite hijacked me on the trip home. They’ll put me in the psychiatric ward. Like James said, even for me, that was weird. Besides, why would Aphrodite try to choke me if she’s trying to help me? I know she wasn’t pleased with me declining her offers the first time, but enough to kill me? That doesn’t seem likely. Another deity must be behind this phenomenon. Maybe she has a flunkey who took her orders the wrong wa
I peek an eye open and find we are at the top of the staircase on the fifth floor. “Milo, you scared the crap out of me!” I slap his chest not so playfully. “Put me down.” “What?! Codi loves it when I do that.” When he sees I’m not amused, he clears his throat and his face flushes. “Come on, Kas. Don’t be mad. I was trying to cheer you up.” I twist my mouth and sigh at him. “Fine. What else did you need to talk to me about? I’m getting kind of worn out. I didn’t sleep well last night.” “We need to go into Bronx’s apartment. The other thing is more… uh… visual.” What the Hell is that supposed to mean? It sounds so cryptic. Are he and Bronx trying to corner me into talking to Bronx? Maybe get me to finally accept his rejection? I swallow hard. “I-is he in there? I don’t want to see him. I’m not ready.” “Kas, if he’s in there, we have bigger problems than you two crossing paths.” Milo slides his hand over my shoulder, then leads me toward my former home. “Come on.” “Milo, can’t y
“That was what he told the press right before he went inside the airport and got on a plane to go to rehab.” Milo shakes his head, looking at the phone sadly. “Ashley and the PR team have been spending half their time trying to manage calls and inquiries.” “H-he’s really not here. W-why would he put our babies out there like that, then leave us alone? If it were just me, that’s one thing, but the twins?” My mouth suddenly feels dry as panic builds in my chest. “Wh-what if someone tries to chase us down for a picture? What if they try to break into the packhouse? Milo, what if they try to kidnap my babies? I can’t stop them. I’m not strong enough right now. What am I going to do? How do I keep them safe? I can barely walk or hold them without help.” “Kas, look at me, Sugar. I won’t let any of that happen. I just need you to trust me, okay?” Milo sits up and rests his elbows on the arm of the chair, speaking slowly, and wipes my tears away. He cups my face in his hands when speaks aga
An idea builds in my mind while I watch the omegas and answer questions for them. What if this is a sign? I know the twins were just born and I’m still healing, but if this is what I needed to see to get myself out of the funk I’ve been in? Milo is right. I need to focus on myself and my pups. The best way for me to focus on myself is to get my problems off my mind. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and help other people. That always makes me feel the best. If I feel my best, I might heal faster, even if Lex isn’t with me to help. If I heal faster, maybe she will come back faster. I roll my lip between my fingers and look around the room. Okay. If this is some sort of sign, what do I do with it? What if I turn these gifts into donations to my little grass roots foundation? What if this is the beginning of real funding and backing for something so close to my heart? Bronx and I created The Goddess Foundation to help female wolves who need to escape abuse. He may not be intere
Bronx’s POV Doctor Khe keeps her hand on the crook of my arm until we get to her car in the parking lot. “Whoa.” I stare at the customized Jeep Wrangler. The tan Jeep has a three-inch lift to accommodate the eighteen-inch wheels with large nobby tires. The windows have a limousine tint and there is a rack of lights across the top that could rival Times Square when they are lit up. A rack on top holds two spare gasoline tanks, as well as an equipment kit to get yourself unstuck from the sand. The winch on the front looks like they made it to pull wooly mammoths out of the ground. “She’s beautiful, right?” Doctor Khe sighs. The smile on her face makes her look even more gorgeous. I don’t even care what her car looks like. “Yeah, she is.” “In the back please, Alpha.” She pats my forearm without looking at me and steps away to let Klay give her a leg up into the driver’s seat. I look down at the spot where her hand was. Now that she’s not next to me, the feeling of desire for her d
TWO YEARS LATER “There’s no way this is it, Lex.” I stare at the ancient temple. “This is what we’ve been looking for, for almost two years, and it’s abandoned. Leticia must have had the wrong coordinates.” “Well, Zeus doesn’t like people looking for them.” She huffs at me. “If you want their help, have faith and believe that you’ll find them. I recommend closing your eyes and fixing your damned mindset, Kas. That’s the only way we are going to get home.” Leticia was released from the Waiting Room about six months after she and Aphrodite were sent there. After a while, she realized she didn’t need to use dark magic against the Goddess of Love. When her thirty days were up, she got to leave, but Aphrodite is still trapped there. The Menae have tried to counsel her on what she needs to do to escape, but she refuses to comply. We used Leticia’s informants and connections to find out where The Fates reside in hopes of helping change Bianca Beryl’s thread. It’s an outside chance, but M
“Hey Little Sister, I got a little somethin’ for ya.” Milo’s hand pushes past the door of my office with a plate containing an omelet, sausage, toast, and a pastry. “Can I come in?” “Of course you can.” I lean back in my seat and smile, secretly grateful for the interruption. “Mrs. Miller is worried that you’re not eating enough.” He sets the plate and silverware rolled in a napkin on my desk followed by a cup of coffee. “Are you doing okay?” “I won’t lie to you, Milo, so…” I press my lips together and look around the office. “No, I’m not okay. It’s been almost three weeks and still no word from Bronx. I have no clue when he’ll be back and there’s literally nothing I can do about it. Maya and Dre keep asking about him. The last time they saw him he was fighting the Minotaur, then he disappeared into a portal wearing his boxers and your tac vest. I can tell Tavi misses him, too. I’ve been letting her sleep with one of his shirts, so at least she has his scent with her, but… do you k
“Kas, pacing a hole in the floor won’t help.” Lex jumps in front of me, blocking my way. “You heard Mother. We need to be patient. Why don’t you sit down and eat something?”“Is food all you think about, Lex?” I drop my shoulders and try to step around her, but she side steps, to stay in front of me. “It’s been hours. What if Zeus put Bronx in Tartarus or something?”“Kas, I love you, but you’re driving me nuts.” She pulls on the edge of my nightgown to the small table. “No news is good news. Now sit. Eat.”The table has a delicious spread of breakfast foods and pastries. None of it looks like it will take the knot out of my stomach. I settle for a cup of tea with a pleasant Jasmine aroma and look out the window. The enormous white horses buck and play in the field with no cares in the world. My mind wanders. I wonder what is happening to our pack right now. Who is watching our children? Does Lady Camille still have Tavi in the coven’s realm, or was she able to bring her home? Are Co
Kas’s POVThe scent of honeysuckle pulls at the edges of my mind. It reminds me of my mother. I open my eyes. Where I could be. It’s an airy room, but there are no defined walls. I see low backed, ornately decorated chairs surrounding a small table with a teapot and fine china cups. There is a wide window on my left. The window is open, letting the honeysuckle scent in on a gentle breeze. Outside, there is a meadow with a few olive trees and large white horses grazing. Coffee and dark chocolate overtake the honeysuckle, making me smile. I roll on my side in the silky white sheets. Bronx is sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. He is pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. A lit cigarette rests between his fingers. I watch a fine stream of smoke rise from the tip. It leaves the burnt tobacco aroma I thought he left behind years ago.“Please don’t be mad, Baby. I just needed this one.” He whispers without looking at me before he takes a long drag from the ci
When I don’t go for an immediate attack, Ares gives me a stupid smile and rolls his shoulders. “Ready to submit, Child of Perses?” “Yeah, I don’t go down that easily, you stupid fuck.” I give him a dry laugh and swing the sword around, letting its weight settle into my hand. I don’t care how desperate things may seem. He won’t get the reaction he wants out of me. I’ll go down fighting.This time Ares half runs, half hobbles at me. I roll to the side to protect my injured shoulder, but he lunges and grabs me by the armpit, digging his thumb deep into the open wound and squeezes hard.I use a jiu jitsu throw Kas has successfully used on me by planting my foot and throwing him over my hip. His ass hits the ground, shaking the throne room. Glass shards shower us from the ceiling, slicing into my skin.Ignore the pain. Ignore the pain.I let my body weight drop into a roll, giving us enough momentum for me to land on top of him. It’s a short-lived achievement. He throws his elbow out and
Ares is standing between me and Kas. I listen long enough to make sure her heart is still beating while I assess the room. Not that it matters. I’m going to destroy him, whether she’s breathing or not. His mouth is full of blood, and the inside of his knee is deeply bruised. I don’t know what Kas did to his mouth or how she could reach that high, but she was trying to take his leg out. He doesn’t seem in a hurry to come to me, so he must be in pain. That’s my girl.“Bingo.” Saint hisses at the realization that our target is already injured. He pushes forward, heightening all my senses. “Are you ready to break a kneecap?”“Give me a second.” I continue looking around. “He’s got at least seventy pounds on us. He’s definitely injured or he would have already attacked first, but I still need to check the room.”The Menae’s barrier is still in place - Ares can’t escape. Broken marble - potential weapons. A section of Aphrodite’s whip - another potential weapon. Puddles of dark blood - sli
The beast’s roar pierces my ears. My muscles strain to keep the door closed while it pushes from the outside. Saint extends his claws from my toes to dig into the floor still slippery with Sondi’s blood. “Saint, I need all your strength.” I grit my teeth and brace myself as the Minotaur slams its body weight against the door.“YOU ALREADY HAVE IT!” He growls. “You think I want that thing getting in here?!”The growling and howls from the other two cells remind me I’m not just fighting for my life and the lives of our packs pups. I’m fighting for our whole pack. “HOLD THE LINE!” I scream out loud. No one answers, but I don’t need them to. I just need them to know that I’m still with them.“Bronx, we’re through the portal.” Milo finally comes through. “We’re on the way.”“We’re under attack!” I pull my head back as the Minotaur tries to push his horns through the cell door. “The entire pack is here. MOVE!”“Get some kids to pull their trackers off.” Reggie sounds out of breath. “It wi
“Aphrodite, let them go.” I growl at the screen. “This is your last warning.”Aphrodite throws her head back and laughs. The sound pierces my ears like nails on a chalkboard. “You’re in no position to give me warnings, Demigod.” She snarls at the screen.There is a flicker and glitch in the feed that makes her pause. Her face darkens at the interruption. She looks beyond the screen then back into the camera, making hand motions I have seen Delilah, Leticia, and Kas use in the past. She’s using magic. Just like Kas said, she must be bad at it.“She’s using magic.” I mutter under my breath. My mind tries to connect with why it’s important, but the screaming coming from Ashley’s cell is distracting me.The feed stabilizes, and Aphrodite regains her composure. “I have control here. Iokaste and I had a deal, and she broke her promise. Now, I will destroy ALL aspects of her life and you will be participants. I’ve already sent a fun surprise to one cell. Don’t worry. There are two more surp
“Marco, I need your help.” I send him a mindlink. “Once we have the kids settled, you can get back to your pups.”“What’s up, Alpha?” He comes over and squats next to me.“We need to get the kids organized and as quiet as possible.” I lower my eyes and concentrate. “Uh, let’s see. Kids wearing a shirt under their uniform sweaters need to take the sweaters off. Figure out how many babies are here. Get them all wrapped in sweaters to keep them warm. Assign the oldest kids to take care of babies. Oldest gets the youngest until you pair everyone up. If there is an odd number, Andy is with you.”“Okay. We can do that.” He stands up to complete the assignment.“Marco, we need them to be quiet. The door opens inward. If anything in that hallway hears them, we’re sitting ducks. Tell them there’s a damn reward for the quietest or some shit.”“Got it, Alpha.” He claps my shoulder. “You help Sondi.”I watch him walk away, clapping quietly to get the children’s attention, then turn back to Sondi.