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 POVDay three of being a princess, and I was already firmly of the belief that the new title officially sucked. My adventure outside the cottage had come to an abrupt end when a rather frantic Fabio appeared, panting and telling me that I should have told someone that I had wanted to go for a walk and I would have been taken - like some dog on a leash. And so, I was shown back to the bedroom in the cottage and was horrified to find that the pale-as-moonlight guard dog had positioned himself outside of the window. “Do you think he will ever chill a bit?” I asked Giulia as we sat on the bed, painting our nails. “Who?” she responded, obliviously. “Jurgen, the dude who seems to be walking around as if he was dipped in a vat of starch,” I muttered, nodding my head toward the window. Giulia chuckled and went back to her nails. “I guess he is rather tense, but he has a reason.”“What? Do the people from Slovenia just have no sense of humour?” Giulia darted a look toward the window
Kat POVA gut wrenching scream filled my ears, and I wasn’t sure if the awful sound was coming from Cassie or Elle. Either way, I couldn’t focus as my body turned cold and I started to shiver as Fabio slumped against me and knocked me to the floor. “Kat!” I heard Enzo shout before Fabio’s weight was hauled off of me and I was scooped up into Enzo’s strong arms. My eyes met his and I could see the unshed tears which glistened in those deep pools of green, paired with that rugged scar across his eye making him look more like a battle weary warrior than the viking. “I’m ok,” I whispered, cupping his face with my right hand. My left hand? Well, it hurt like a bitch! I briefly glanced at it before I looked away, the blood draining from my face as the pain became more acute - almost as if the pain I had felt throughout my body had suddenly shifted to pure agony in my hand.“Fuck, you were shot?” Enzo’s voice dropped an octave as he noticed my bleeding hand. “Of course she was fucking
Kat POVI tasted the bile in my mouth as I watched Fabio’s weapon run up and down Cassie’s arm as he pressed his pelvis against her backside.“What’s wrong, princess?” Fabio chuckled, his hand reaching out to pull Cassie’s hair away from her neck, revealing her mating mark. “Are you jealous that your friend is getting all of my attention? Don’t worry, you will have your turn.”Fabio inspected her mark carefully with his eyes before he bent toward it and licked it, and Cassie reacted in a way any sane woman would. She spun around, her brain taking a backseat in the situation as her hand lashed out and slammed into his cheek in a loud slap.“You bitch,” he raged, pushing her away from him with force.Cassie tripped and fell, her head smashing into the corner of the decorative entrance table.“Cassie!” Elle called out as we watched Cassie collapse, blood oozing from her forehead as she lay on the ground.Elle darted to Cassie’s side and I was about to follow her when I felt Fabio’s hand
Kat POV“Luca has mindlinked me - they shouldn’t be too much longer,” Elle announced as she checked on the sourdough bread she was baking in the oven. Cassie sighed and picked up an orange from the bowl on the kitchen counter. “I still envy your ability to mindlink like that,” she said as she peeled the orange. “Although, knowing Vasilios, he would probably abuse that ability far too often.” She pulled a face as she popped a segment of the orange into her mouth and I bit back a giggle. “Oh, Luca abuses it too,” Elle replied with a wink. “But I guess he likes knowing that I am always there whenever he needs me.”I found myself smiling at the way she described their relationship. “You guys seem like the perfect power couple,” I gushed, leaning against the counter. “I can only hope that Enzo and I can build a relationship as strong and unshakable as yours.” Elle blushed prettily as Cassie smacked me lightly with the back of her hand. “And mine? I hope there is something in my relatio
Enzo POVWatching as that barn burned to the ground evoked dark emotions in me - emotions I had spent the last few years pushing down into the depths of my soul. Emotions of hatred, guilt and despair which ran so deep within me that I had stopped recognising them. But as the flames engulfed that barn of horrors, memories filled my mind and I found myself grappling with the overwhelming emotions once again. “Are you alright, child?” I felt a small hand touch my arm and I looked down at the bruised face of a woman, her split lip and blood-streaked hair a blatant testament to the strength the tiny woman had displayed at the hands of her captors. I nodded, unable to trust my own voice as I turned back to the flames.“You’re lying to me, young man,” she chastised, her hand gripping my arm tighter preventing me from walking away from her.“And what if I am?” I asked boldly.She chuckled lightly, drawing my gaze to her and I almost stumbled backward when my eyes met hers. It was as if she
Jurgen POVWe watched in numb horror as the helicopter set off, only for another two helicopters to join it - each massive machines which could easily carry twelve people. “They’re evacuating!” Enzo shouted, anger turning his voice into a harsh bark. “They would rather run away than face us and fight! Fucking cowards!” Vasilios kicked the barn door, the sound echoing in the silence of the night as he swore under his breath. Luca was equally frustrated by the turn of events, but instead of lashing out like the other two, he stood in silence, his hands in fists by his side as he watched the now empty sky. I sighed inwardly as I shifted back into my human form, the snow crunching beneath my feet and the cool breeze tickling my skin. “Well, what now?” I asked, stretching my neck. Luca shrugged, turning to face the barn and the atrocities that had been committed in its dark interior. “I guess we need to find out how many of their victims are still alive. We need evidence that this was
Enzo POV“Fuuuuuuuck,” Vasilios drawled incredulously.Jurgen sat beside me, slack jawed in shock while I wasn’t entirely sure that I had heard correctly. “Anka’s pregnant?” I asked, leaning forward and gripping the back of Vasilios’s chair. Luca nodded and I let out a low whistle. “I thought she would be too old to have kids now,” I admitted. “Besides, she drinks alcohol like it’s an olympic sport. There’s no way that baby’s brains aren’t already pickled, and they’re making it the heir?”Jurgen shook his head. “No. I don't believe it. They’re up to something, and this is just a way to discredit Princess Katerina’s claim to the throne.”I saw Vasilios’s brows knit together to form one furry caterpillar above his eyes. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” he asked, leaving us guessing for a few seconds before he spoke his mind. “Are you thinking that Anka isn’t actually pregnant, and that this baby is some other woman’s all together?”Luca scratched his chin thoughtf
Enzo POV“Have you got everything?” Kat asked me for the hundredth time, concern shining in her eyes. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head as she leaned into my embrace. “I have everything I need in my backpack,” I reassured her. “And I am sure that I haven’t forgotten anything.” Her arms snaked around my neck and she pulled my head down for a lingering kiss, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “You have to make sure that you are safe. I need you to come back to me,” she whispered, not trusting her voice anymore. “Are you sure that I can’t come with you? You might need me.”I chuckled and squeezed her sexy arse, “as much as I don’t doubt your usefulness, I think it would be better if you stayed out of danger. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate if you came with us. I’d be too busy worrying about your safety. Besides, I think Jurgen and Vasilios would have my head on a spike if I even thought about letting you.” She sighed l
Kat POVThe figure slipped the hood from her face and the urge to punch the woman beneath the cloak almost overwhelmed me. “Yvonne!” Cassie exclaimed, and I watched as she started to take a step toward the small Asian woman before she stopped herself, crossing her arms across her chest instead. “What are you doing here?”Yvonne’s gaze shifted nervously around the group, her hands gripped tightly in front of her as she stood there in silence. “Yvonne,” Enzo’s voice dropped an octave as he stepped toward her. “Cassandra asked you a question. Why are you here? How did you find us? And what the fuck do you want?” Yvonne flinched slightly as he spat out the swear word, his hatred of her plain for everyone to see. “I…” she began before she let out a deep sigh. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry, I should rather go.” Yvonne tugged the hood back up, turning back to her table and picking up the tatty looking suitcase from where it had been placed on the chair. It was weird, but her whole deme
Enzo POVSpain.When I was younger, I used to dream of running away to Spain. In all the TV programmes and magazines I had seen, it always seemed like a place where everything was perfect and people were always happy as they spent their days sipping margaritas on the beach while watching the sun set. There weren’t any depressed mothers, or sullen brothers – and best of all, there were no abusive fathers. Then came the knowledge that there was potentially a warehouse nestled in the Spanish countryside filled with men and women like me - caged and tortured at the will of a sadistic jailer - made me sick to my stomach. In a flash, Spain had lost its shine as the rose-tinted glasses were whipped away from me.“I don’t know why Guilia isn’t answering my calls,” I heard Kat sigh with frustration from the other side of our hotel room as she flung her cellphone onto the sofa. “It’s been days now, and still nothing.”The concern on her face was as clear as daylight, and I wondered if I should