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 POV“Are you alright?” Enzo glanced my way, his hand capturing mine as I tapped my fingers on the arm rest of the private plane. I tried to smile, but I knew that it probably looked more like a grimace. My time being Kat had come to an end, and I was being forced to become Princess Katerina - Jurgen had made certain of that. The smug looking arsehole sat with his cold eyes closed, absolutely at peace as the private plane hurtled toward Slovenia, leaving all I knew behind. Eli sat on the opposite side of him, looking as nervous as I felt although I'm pretty sure his nerves stemmed from the fact that he was scared of flying. In fact, he had almost insisted that we go to Slovenia by boat rather than flying, but Jurgen refused. For which I was rather grateful for. I'd rather skydive from ten thousand feet in the air than be anywhere near the water, the fear of drowning still plaguing my nightmares.Enzo squeezed my hand again, returning my attention back to the man. “I'll be fine, I
Kat POVI will never forget the feeling that overwhelmed me when the plane finally rested on Slovenian soil, taxiing to the end of the runway where three black vehicles parked, waiting for us. The nervous energy tightened around my stomach, causing me to gag - not exactly the reaction one should be hoping for when returning to their home country. Forcing the nausea down, I looked through the window as the plane came to a stand beside the vehicles. I watched as six men climbed out of the cars, their muscular arms straining against the restriction of their white shirts, and their faces all neutral without a hint of what they might be feeling. “Come, Princess,” Jurgen instructed as he stood up and took my small bag with him as he walked to the door, opening it with a twist of a lever. He turned back to me, and I felt compelled to walk to him, leaving Enzo and Eli to gather up their bags and follow as we all filed down the stairs and onto the tarmac. “Oh ground, how I’ve missed you,”
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
Kat POVThey say that in the moments before you die, your life flashes before your eyes - and I guess in my case, it was partly true. Memories came flooding back in a way I could have never dreamed possible. Memories of my childhood, of my uncle singing Slovenian nursery rhymes to me, of my mother watching from the corner of the room with a wine glass in her hand. I remembered the hours I sat listening to my uncle speak of ruling our people.“Remember, Katerina,” he had said to me as we had watched from the balcony as Anka and Otis walked side by side in the garden below. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Know them so well that you can anticipate their moves before they make them.” At the time I had thought he was talking about Otis, but as Anka rushed at me with the letter opener, I had to wonder if he had actually meant the woman I had once called Mother. She screamed as I ducked under her arm, the scent of the ever-present alcohol on her breath suddenly overpower
Kat POVAnka took control in a way which left me suspecting that it had been her plan all along - hell, it had been the plan of the Council’s too. By noon, all of the flags and banners which had decorated the castle with King Mattias’s personal crest were replaced with the gaudy imitations which Anka claimed as her own. The commanders were called en masse to the castle and were ordered to swear allegiance to Anka. Those who refused were banished and their titles were stripped from them. I watched in muted horror as Vasilios refused to kneel before the crazed woman. She had stormed up to him and slapped him hard, the slap echoing across the courtyard. “I will not kneel before a usurper,” he declared boldly, meeting her eye. She slapped him again, anger flashing in her eyes as other commanders took his lead and stood, refusing to submit to her. “Banished! You’re all banished! Leave before I have you all thrown into the dungeon!” Anka’s voice quivered and she tried hard to maintain h
Kat POVEvery day before I visited my uncle, I prayed that there would be some sign that he was improving in some way or another. He wasn’t, but it was hard to grasp that I would be forced into the position of Queen when I had barely been on Slovenian soil for more than a couple of months. At least if Uncle Mattias spoke a few words I wouldn’t be forced to take the throne… surely. “Are you well, Katerina?” Councilman Otis asked over breakfast, his snowy white eyebrows knitted together making them look like one gigantic, fuzzy caterpillar. “You have barely touched your food for the past few days. Is there potentially a child on the way?” Enzo looked at me, almost hopefully and I forced a smile as I shook my head, “not that I am aware of, but you never know.” It was hard to miss the looks of horror which some of the councilmen struggled to hide - their contempt for the throne so blatant that the thought of adding an extra heir was borderline unthinkable. Anka chose that moment to be
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 yo