My Dearest Readers, I have to apologize for the delay in getting out these next few chapters - life has been beyond busy with funding applications for my day job in special needs education. But that is all done now (yay!) so I am back and will be posting daily. Thank you so much for your patience, I really appreciate each and every one of you. Much love, Kristi xx
Kat POVI had heard the stories of men who turned into beasts on nights where the full moon is high in the sky. Stupid stories filled with tales of curses and blood oaths with the devil, no doubt embellished by the old gypsy fortunetellers who told the tales from the darkness of the alleys in Rome. I had never once thought to believe any of them, filing them away securely as one of the many myths old ladies tell to keep the young girls wary of men. And yet, there before me, was one of those beasts that I had been warned against. A beast who looked like a man, but in seconds could change into a raging monster which could kill without a second glance. “Kat?” Enzo’s voice was uncertain, as if he expected me to be afraid of him. Is it weird that I wasn’t? I felt as if I had known that he had been different all along, and I knew for a fact that I was in no danger of him attacking me like he had just attacked the man who lay lifeless on the floor. “Are you ok?” I heard myself whisper,
Kat POVBirds chirped happily in the branches of the old Bergamot tree outside the bedroom window, warm sunlight streaming in through the windows and falling onto the bed. I was gently woken up as its warmth caressed my face. Enzo was long gone, his side of the bed cold as if he had left hours ago. “Enzo?” I called out, but there was no response and I decided to linger in bed for just a little bit longer. There was a sound of a car pulling up outside and I climbed out of bed, dragging the duvet with me as I made my way to the kitchen. Enzo burst through the door, carrying large paper bags which he dumped on the kitchen counter unceremoniously. “The villagers here are absolute criminals,” he grumbled as he pulled out a baguette from the bag. “I swear, they saw me as a tourist and forced me to pay double the price! It's a pity that I left my gun behind, or else I'd have done a different form of bargaining.” I leaned against the counter and bit back a smile as I teased him, “maybe t
Kat POVI sat on the threadbare sofa, painting my nails and trying to put an effort into being more feminine - partly for Enzo and partly because I had a new desire to find who I truly was outside of picking pockets and scaling walls. For once, I had the opportunity to stand out, and the bright red nail polish was just the statement I was looking to make. The door creaked as Enzo walked into the cottage carrying a pile of freshly cut firewood which he stacked next to the fireplace, the sweat making his torso gleam in the firelight.We had been at the cottage for a week, settling into a comfortable companionship which crackled with sexual tension that both of us seemed to dance around as if it would burn us. And it probably would. “Should I make dinner?” I asked, setting down the polish and blowing my wet nails as I stood up. He shook his head, “I'm going to take a shower quickly, then we can break out that cookbook I found in town and try something new.” “What? Don't trust my cook
Kat POVEnzo dropped the bag filled with weapons the moment we entered the cottage, grabbing me and lifting me into his arms with ease as his mouth claimed mine. His lips devoured me, as if he were starved and I were some sort of tasty morsel. I was barely aware as he carried me to the bedroom and lay me on the bed, supporting himself above me as his lips never left mine. My fingers tugged on his shirt as my passion fogged brain tried to figure out how to get closer to him. I could feel him smile against my lips before he pulled away and moved to lay beside me, supporting himself on one arm as he used his other hand to undo his shirt’s buttons. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he breathed, his shirt falling open to reveal his muscular chest. I bit my lower lip nervously, not truly knowing what to expect and yet desperate for whatever was to come. Enzo’s hands stripped my tshirt and jeans off, his eyes hungrily scanning over my body as I pulled his shirt off and my hands moved
Enzo POVI watched Kat sleep, her soft breathing sounding like music to my ears. Her lips were parted slightly and begging to be kissed, and her unusually dark eyelashes fell on her flawlessly pale skin. For a blonde, it was strange that she had such black eyelashes, but maybe she dyed her hair. My gaze ran lower, down her slender neck and over the spot I had very almost put my mark. It had taken all my strength not to mark her, but the realisation that she was human stopped me in my tracks. She wouldn’t have understood, not truly. And yet I was still tempted to throw caution to the wind and mark her, protocol be damned. “Watching an unsuspecting woman while she sleeps? Not creepy at all, Enzo,” Amarok teased me, although I could tell that he also just wanted to stare at this strange human who seemed to have become the most important person in my life in a matter of days. “I don’t know why she has this hold over me,” I told the wolf who merely sighed and shut himself in the back of
Kat POV“Why would a big, bad, mafia boss buy a car like this?” I asked as we drove leisurely toward the town in Enzo’s yellow Lamborghini, the top down and making us look like wealthy tourists. He raised a judgemental eyebrow at me, lovingly rubbing his hand across the dashboard. “What’s wrong about me owning this car?” I giggled at his reaction, putting my hand on his thigh. “It’s just not the kind of car mafia bosses go for. It’s more like a frat boy’s car… an idiot frat boy’s car. Besides, it’s kind of noticeable.” Probably the understatement of the year. “Well, I was never meant to take over that side of the family business. The car was a gift from my brother when I finished my degree in business management. He thought it suited my personality back then, and I guess it did. Besides, it’s sleek, sexy and fast.” With those words, he stomped down on the accelerator, launching the car forward as we suddenly sped along the country road. I squealed and giggled, grabbing my hair in
Kat POVThe six men began to circle us as Enzo and I stood dead still. I could feel Enzo’s concern - not for his own life but for mine. “Don’t be stupid, Enzo,” I told him, gripping his hand tightly. “Let them have the fun they want with me, and then they can go on their merry way.” As much as I hated the thought of being used as a prostitute by these bastards, the thought of Enzo dying was a much more painful one. I couldn’t live in a world where I knew that I had caused his death. “No one is going to touch you besides me,” he growled seconds before he shifted into the large grey wolf and launched himself at the nearest man. The man screamed as Amarok tore out his throat, only to have two other men grab Amarok and pull him off. The wolf twisted in their arms, snapping at his attackers and clawing his way free from their arms. I was so busy watching the fight that I forgot about the three other men, and I screamed as I felt an arm wrap around my waist and pull me up against a har
Kat POV“Princess Katerina?” I repeated in a whisper before I burst out laughing. “There is no way on this planet that I’m some princess. I’m a thief! I’m not some prissy royal living in a castle somewhere.” The stranger’s eyes met mine and I fell quiet as his eyes seemed to pierce into my soul. “You are Princess Katerina Anja Mila Terezija, Princess of the Werewolves and heir to the throne. You were stolen from us five years ago, shortly after your eighteenth birthday, but you are now found and King Mattias wishes for your return as soon as possible.” The man glanced at Enzo as he said these last words, as if no longer speaking to me and instead, giving an instruction to Enzo. “We will go to Slovenia soon,” Enzo replied, his eyes cold as he spoke to the stranger. The stranger stepped forward, his jaw clenched as he glared at Enzo. “Remember your place, Castello. You cannot dictate to the King when you will return his niece.” Enzo sprung to his feet but held onto my hand as he sq
Kat POV“The King is awake,” Enzo said softly, but not soft enough to avoid the instant interest shown by the rest of the party. I could see the questions building in everyone’s minds - questions no one would be able to answer until we actually went to visit him. “I must go to him,” I told Enzo, glancing toward my guards who were already standing with their backs as straight as lances, ready for us to head back to the palace. I have to be honest, when Enzo said my uncle was awake I assumed that he would be exactly the same way he had been the last time I had seen him, and not the shrivelled shell of a man. It had only been a few days since Jurgen and I had found him on the floor of his office, and yet the grand King Mattias looked old and frail as he lay back on his overstuffed, white pillows. “Uncle Mattias,” I smiled as I entered the room, noting Jurgen as he sat next to the window, a stern look on his face. “We have been waiting for you to return to you, and I am so glad that y
Chapter 80Kat POVAfter a morning of lazing about and trying to recover from the impromptu house party, Enzo and I eventually pulled on some clothes and wandered down to Cassie’s house to help clean up, the three bodyguards in tow. I guess the one good thing about them tagging along was that they were extra hands, and considering how the party-goers had wrecked Cassie’s garden, I’d say they were needed. “When we find Damian, I swear he is going to be doing yard work until this place is back to how it was before last night,” Cassie grumbled, picking up a crushed tulip and sighing sadly. “It was worth it, Cassandra,” Vasilios consoled her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her temple. “And I am sure Damian will be highly appreciative of your sacrifice.” She sighed and put the tulip in his hand before slipping indoors, leaving the rest of us to finish clearing up outside while she fixed her kitchen with the help of Elijah’s new mate, Maria. “So,” Elle sidle
Enzo POVBy the time the clock ticked midnight, Darius was already on Luca’s private plane, heading to Luca’s island territory where he would be stuck in the dungeon and watched closely by Luca’s beta. Nico had already been filled in about the sensitivity of the situation, and there was no way Darius’s presence on the island would become known. I don’t even remember the drive back to the castle, or walking up the thousands of stairs to the room I shared with my adorable mate. Her soft yawns as she walked beside me echoed my own exhaustion, and we merely shrugged off our clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor before we climbed into bed. Seconds later, sleep claimed us both.The chirp of birds outside woke me up, the room filled with bright sunshine and the most delicious scent filled my nose. It took a moment for me to realise that the scent came from Kat. Her hair was splayed out across her pillow and shone golden in the morning sunlight, making her look like a mythical being –
Kat POV How the hell had I been so stupid? Truth was that I had been so wrapped up in my own self pity that I hadn’t even really noticed the change in the man I had believed was Damian. But now, watching the way he languidly leaned back in the high backed armchair, a smirk on his stupidly handsome face that I was quickly coming to hate, I realised that every interaction I’d had with Darius had some blatant clues. And now Damian was paying the price, locked in some cage somewhere, having believed his brother’s lie about thinking Aurora was a spy. He had been so desperate for a family - so desperate to be accepted that he trusted the man who sold him out as easily as if it were a game. I watched as he baited Jurgen, my bodyguard’s concern for my uncle becoming a game to the man I can only assume had a serious psychological problem. “I guess you will have to pray that King Mattias recovers to be able to answer that question,” Darius drawled - and if he were a teenaged girl, he probab
Kat POV“Alright, speak,” Enzo said in a voice which left no doubt that he was close to snapping. We had all gathered into the living room, the man we had all thought was Damian had been plonked down into the high backed armchair, and had to suffer through the off key “happy birthday” song as we all pretended that nothing was wrong. “Someone is watching from the top of the hill,” Vasilios had muttered under his breath as he had flung his arm across the stranger’s shoulders, laughing loudly as he guided the man indoors. Luckily he and his mate were in-tune with each other to a point where Cassie had declared loudly that we would be cutting the cake indoors, and that was that. “If you’d like to keep your life, you may start at the very beginning,” Luca drawled casually as he leaned against the fireplace, his one foot crossed behind the other. The stranger swallowed hard and glanced at Elijah before he gripped his hands together tightly and began his explanation. “My name is Darius.
Enzo POV “Darius?” Eli asked again, stepping toward where the rest of the guys were standing. I frowned in confusion. Darius? Who the hell was Darius? “Too much hard liquor on the plane again, Eli?” Vasilios joked good humouredly as he patted Eli on the back. “That’s Damian.” Eli blinked hard and shook his head, as if to clear it, but even from where I stood in the doorway to Vasi’s house, I could see how pale he looked. And judging by the look on Eliana’s face, so could she. I darted forward, grabbing his arm as reached his side. “Looks like you’ve been working too hard since I abandoned you to bring Kat back here,” I forced a laugh. “Let’s get some coffee into you, and you can give me some feedback before we join the party.” Even though all eyes were on us, I knew that my friends and family would brush this aside like nothing happened. That’s what they were good at - the subtle art of pretending everything was okay when there was an inferno of shit happening behind closed
Kat POVTo say that I was starting to hate my life may be the understatement of the century. The three bodyguards trailed behind me like puppies and I could do nothing without them hovering. Even going to the bathroom had become a chore, and just a few short hours after they had been assigned, I found myself shouting, “can I please pee in peace?” So by the time Saturday came around, I was fully ready to be free of the trio for a few hours. “Are you almost ready to leave?” Jurgen asked as he closed my bedroom door behind him and leaned against it, looking a lot less formal than he usually did in his jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. Enzo raised an eyebrow at him, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the t-shirt or because Jurgen was still playing babysitter. Either way, my mate remained quiet as he helped me with the zip on the back of my dress. “I just need to fetch the cake from the kitchen, and then we can go,” I told the two men, checking my makeup one last time. I was incredi
Kat POVI sat next to my uncle’s bedside, holding his pale hand in my own as the doctor spoke with Jurgen outside the room. King Mattias, the great king of the werewolf nation, looked so fragile and weak in the gigantic bed, but not nearly as much as he had been when Jurgen and I had discovered him. A shudder coursed its way through my body as I remembered the image of my uncle lying beneath his desk, his eyes rolled back to show the bloodshot whites of his eyeballs as every breath he took resulted in foamy saliva bubbles forming at his mouth. I have never seen Jurgen move so fast as when I screamed. Within seconds, the tall man was by my side, his body poised and ready to protect me from whatever danger there was… only to quickly turn into my uncle’s rescuer as he launched into action. Within mere minutes, the doctor had been fetched and my uncle was stabilized in the middle of his office floor, curious eyes kept at bay by a rather fierce looking Vasilios. “Are you alright, Prince
Kat POVWaking up to Jurgen standing in the kitchen sipping a cup of coffee was certainly not what I had expected when I stepped out of the bedroom.“Jurgen!” I squeaked, pulling my dressing gown tighter around me to cover the fact that I was naked beneath it. He bowed his head slightly, but the faint blush on his cheeks told me that he had seen more than I had hoped he would. “Good morning, my Princess,” he said, turning to place his mug on the kitchen counter. “I hope you slept well.” “Very well, thank you,” I responded and glanced around the small home. “Where is Enzo?” Jurgen smiled slightly and nodded his head toward the door. “He’s out on the training fields. He has realised how unfit incarceration has made him, so he decided to put in a few extra hours into his training.” “Oh,” I replied, still trying to figure out what on earth Jurgen was doing in my kitchen at 7 o’clock in the morning. “I hope you’re already packed,” he said casually, and I blinked a few times as I tried