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,”
Kat POVKinga Mattias, or Uncle Mattias as he insisted on being called, sat beside me on the sofa in his office, his hand trembling as he held mine and tears shone unshed in his eyes. He insisted on knowing everything that I had been through in the last four years since my disappearance, even the bad stuff, and I tried to fill him in as best as I could. “There is almost a year between your kidnapping and when you were taken in by Miss Giulia that we do not know what happened to you,” he said slowly, a sad edge to his voice. “We know that you were taken by Castle Corp, but apart from putting that awful necklace around your neck, we don’t actually know what was done to you. It must have been terrible for your wolf to choose to separate herself from you entirely, although it was probably a good thing or else she could have gone mad. Maybe that was their aim, and why they used the necklace to suppress both her and your auras.” My eyes flew to the wooden box that Jurgen had placed on Unc
Kat POVThe dining hall was abuzz as Enzo and I followed Elijah into the crowded room. People immediately stepped aside and bowed to us as we passed, something I felt that I would never get used to. As the crowd parted, a sight I could have never even imagined had me stumbling, my feet refusing to cooperate with me. Giulia stood proudly in the middle of the room, her hair pulled back from her face and tied in a high ponytail which made her look rather fierce. She wore a pair of jeans and a halterneck top which revealed the scars on her arms from her months of torture at the hands of Fabio, and yet she wore them proudly, as if they were a sign of resilience which I guess they were. But that wasn’t the sight that had my stomach clenching. No, it was the sight of Sofia Milano - Mother in the flesh - kneeling before Guilia with her hands tied behind her back. The image was a far cry from the woman I had known back in Italy, her face bare of the bold makeup she had preferred and the pe
Kat POVI felt the icy fingers of fear wrap around my heart as Damian let out a deep growl, his eyes glued on me. He was going to kill me, of that I was sure, and my beloved Enzo was going to watch it all. “I guess you get to choose how you die,” Anka giggled, tapping her dagger on her chin. “My blade, or your lover’s hands.” Anka swung her blade out at me, catching me off guard and the sharp steel sank into my forearm. I let out a hiss in pain as I jumped backwards, my hip crashing into the cement balustrade of the balcony. “Kat!” I heard Enzo call out followed by a strange metallic sound. Damian launched himself forward, anger in his eyes as his heavy footsteps thudded on the stone flooring as he began to run at me. I gripped the banister, my body frozen in fear and dread. This was it. This was how I was going to meet my death. It was as if it all happened in slow motion as Damian’s body shifted ever so slightly as he ran, and I saw something flash in his eyes - almost as if he
Otis POV“Was it really necessary to lock ourselves in this room?” Henry grumbled from across the colossal dining table in the palace dining hall. “We could have stayed in our rooms, or left Slovenia entirely.”Gunter let out a deep sigh, “would you have liked Katerina’s rebels to twist the narrative to make it seem as if we were letting her take the throne? No. We stay put until Anka kills the little bitch, and then we announce the victory with pride.”Devon nodded enthusiastically before adding, “besides, it is best that we are together while the killing of Katerina takes place. No one would be able to say that we intervened in any way, even though Damian is there to make sure that the job is done. That was a clever idea, Otis. Well done old man.”A smile tugged on the corner of my mouth but I bit my cheek to stop it from escaping. I would be lying if I were not proud of my plan. Having one of Katerina’s mates be the instrument of her death while the other was forced to watch? That w
Kat POV“Damian.”I breathed his name, my voice failing me as I watched him confidently stand beside Anka, her personal bodyguard.“What the hell did they do to you?” Enzo shouted his way, but Damian didn’t even respond in the slightest… not even a twitch of a muscle or a blink.Vasilios gripped the bars beside my head even tighter, his fists turning white as his voice dropped to a mere whisper. “That is Damian, right? It isn’t Darius?”Jurgen nodded… well, I think he nodded because the next words out of Vasilios’s mouth were, “what the fuck did they do to him? He doesn’t even look like he recognises us!”I had honestly wondered why I hadn’t seen Damian on the battlefield, and a part of me had hoped that he had escaped – oh, how wrong I had been.“Ah, I see you haven’t forgotten my darling pet over here,” Anka purred, stroking Damian’s cheek lovingly. “When the council asked me to choose who I wanted to serve me, I could think of no one better than the King of the Rogues. Ha! King!”S
Enzo POV“It has to be a trap,” I grumbled as I stomped up the hill toward the castle with Kat by my side, her hand in mine. “Are you certain that you need to do this? None of us will blame you if you cancel and tell Anka that the fight should be on neutral ground.” She sighed and leaned against me as we walked, lifting our joined hands to kiss mine. “If I try to back out now, she will twist the situation and make it seem as if I have bowed down to her. Anka is a master manipulator, and I can’t take that chance.” I didn’t like it, not one bit. But Kat was determined to end this fight for the crown today, and nothing I could say or do would change her mind. She didn’t even let the rest of her guards follow us up to the castle - only Vasilios and myself had been allowed to accompany her, with Jurgen trailing behind like a beaten puppy. He was just mopey because his mate still hadn’t been returned to his side after being taken for medical treatment. She and the rest of the council’s
Kat POVAnka stood just on the edge of the parking lot, two of her bear bodyguards beside her with guns and a mean glint in their eyes. Okay, I might have been too far away to see their eyes, but I’m pretty sure that they looked as mean up close as they did from my distance away. “Oh, Katerina,” Anka laughed bitterly, “I wouldn’t have thought you would be so stupid to have come back to Slovenia, but I guess you couldn’t tell that you aren’t welcome. If you had a death wish, you should have just said so. I’m sure my men would be happy to oblige you.” Anka laughed at her own joke and the bears chimed in, causing the hair at the back of my neck to stand up. Aurora growled lowly and the men kneeling before me slowly stood up, creating a shield with their bodies against any attack. “Why should I be afraid of her?” I asked myself, shaking my head. I nudged Vasilios aside and stepped in front of him as Enzo tried to pull me back, but I shrugged off his hand and he came to stand beside m
Kat POVI had heard so much about the way adrenaline pumped through the body when you’re in battle that it’s like someone else takes over - and I guess they were right - but no one had ever told me the effects of coming down off of that adrenaline high. One look at the dead bodies strewn across the parking lot had my stomach churning, and I realised that I had actually killed someone. The nausea clawed its way up my throat, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, emptying whatever was in my stomach in a manner which certainly didn’t suit a princess. “Are you alright, Kat?” I heard my brother-in-law ask, concern evident in his voice. I nodded to Luca as I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, fighting the dry heaves which I knew were far from gone. “Of course she is alright, Castello,” Jurgen replied, his chest puffed out as if he had something to do with my composure. “She is Princess Katerina, the only royal woman to ever have joined in a battle.” I blinked hard as my voice found its own fr
Jurgen POVI had expected a tough battle - I think we all had - but some part of me had envisioned it happening on the hills of the Slovenian countryside and not in the parking lot of Enzo’s nightclub. The rogues rushed at us in waves, hoping to overpower us by their sheer numbers, but they were untrained and their fighting was sloppy. Perhaps that was why the Council decided to send in their brainwashed drones.The first soldier who attacked me took me by surprise, his strength and technique so vastly different to that of the rogues. I barely managed to drop him when another launched at me, and then another. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears as I was confronted by three of the Council’s soldiers, and for a brief moment I doubted my abilities. “You are a blessed wolf, Jurgen,” I gave myself my go-to pep talk. “You were touched by the light of the moon, and you can get through this.” I guess it helped as my hands were soon coated with the blood of one of my attackers, the ot
Enzo POVIt happened so quickly that it was almost as if it had been practiced, like some choreographed scene in one of those cheesy action movies Luca loved. The whole room seemed to shake as the back wall of my club crumbled, and rogues covered in dust and building debris stormed in. I barely saw Jurgen and Vasilios exchange a glance, their unspoken commands to each other once again reminding me of why they were such a great team in battle. If it hadn’t been for the pair of them and their cohesive strength, I would probably have died back when I was being held prisoner by that band of sadistic humans. The sound of Vasilios’s battle cry yanked me from my memories, and I watched as he charged toward the sea of rogues, my brother close behind. “We have to get Kat to safety,” Jurgen shouted above the chaos, grabbing her around the shoulders and steering her back to the front door of the club. “If we can get her into the parking lot, we can hide her away in one of the cars.”Kat opene