Kat POVI hid out in my bedroom for the rest of the day, not able to summon up the courage to face the vultures which made up the Royal Court. I was also terrified to run into Damian, suspecting that the man was most likely behind the attack on the bears. And even if he wasn’t, he unsettled me. The sunlight faded quickly beyond the horizon, painting the sky with brilliant pink and golden hues which faded into the darkness of the night. Winter was well on its way, the night air cool even in the confines of my bedroom. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me as I sat on my bed, wishing that I had someone to talk to about everything - wishing that Giulia was there. Her absence hadn’t felt as profound before that moment, even with everything that I had been going through in my brief time in Slovenia. “I do miss the days when I was just Kat,” I said aloud to no one in particular - Aurora had slipped out of the room hours ago, probably sick of my moping around. I sighed and lay down,
Kat POVThe sound of screaming pierced through my dreams and tore me from the peaceful sleep I had been enjoying. It was a tortured sound, as if someone was in true agony and panic filled me. I reached for Enzo subconsciously, only the side of the bed he had lain on was empty and cold - Enzo was long gone. The screaming seemed to be getting louder, joined by men’s angry voices and the stomping of boots along the hardwood flooring in the hallway. “What on earth is going on?” I whispered to myself, switching the bedside light on and looking around the dimly lit room. Aurora lay in her bed, her head on her paws as she watched me, obviously not as concerned with the commotion outside as I was. I clambered out of bed, grabbing my dressing gown as I made my way to the door to investigate, and had barely reached the door when it was flung open. My uncle stood, gripping the doorknob so hard that his knuckles had turned white, his jaw clenched and his face pale. “What’s wrong?” I asked in
Kat POVThe blood in my veins turned to ice as Damian uttered Enzo’s name, confidence oozing from him which made me feel sick to my stomach. “There is no fucking way that Enzo Castello killed Yanis,” Vasilios ground out through clenched teeth, a slight growl to his voice. “Yes. Enzo wouldn’t have attacked anyone,” I agreed, trying to sound more forceful than I felt. Damian casually circled me, like a bird of prey circling its next meal and waiting for the best opportunity to pounce on it. “If Enzo didn’t attack Yanis, then why did he sneak into the castle in the first place? And don’t try to tell everyone that he didn’t sneak in - I have evidence.”He held up his cellphone and waved it about, indicating that something on the device would incriminate Enzo. “Oh, come on Damian,” Vasilios grunted. “You know Enzo well enough to know that he’s just not like that. He had another reason to sneak into the castle, and it had nothing to do with killing anyone.”Damian shrugged, “then it is
Enzo POVDrip. Drip. Drip. I pried my eyes open, but it didn’t make any difference. The darkness around me was so thick that it seemed to swallow whatever light tried to enter its domain, and not even my werewolf senses could decipher where I was. I groaned as I struggled to sit up, my head throbbing as if someone had taken a hammer to my skull. “What the hell happened?” I moaned, rubbing the spot on the side of my head that seemed to be swollen. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember. The last thing I recalled was making myself some breakfast, a grin on my face after the wonderful night I had spent making love to Kat. “Fuck, what if that had been a dream?” I whispered, panic suddenly flooding my body as doubt made me question my memories. “Had it all been a dream?”The damp surface I was lying on seemed too familiar, but at least this time there were no chains. I double checked, rubbing my hands down my legs to my ankles and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that there was
Kat POV“You’ve got to eat something,” Cassie insisted as she pressed a sandwich into my hands. I met her red rimmed eyes and reminded myself that I wasn’t the only one who was affected by Enzo’s imprisonment. Cassie and Vasilios were equally distraught, and had backed me a hundred percent when I decided I could not live in the castle knowing that the man I loved was a few feet below me in some damp and dark prison cell. Cassie had been the one to suggest that I stay with them, and Vasilios supported the decision - even going up against my uncle when he tried to fight against the move. A door slammed shut as Vasilios entered the cottage, his face looking older than he had seemed just a few days ago. “Luca and Eliana will be here soon. Their plane has already landed, and they are just waiting for permission to enter the Royal lands,” he announced as he picked up the sandwich from the plate Cassie handed to him. I felt my stomach form a hard knot as nervous energy pulsed through me.
Eliana POVBeing in Enzo’s house without him felt strange and a part of me kept expecting him to walk into the room at any moment, that cheeky smirk on his face and his hair hanging in his eyes like some rebellious teenager. Even the scar across his right eye seemed to be vividly etched into my mind, a strange thing to remember about him, but there it was. I walked around aimlessly, dragging my fingertips along his belongings as if they somehow held remnants of his presence. “Are you ready to go?” Luca asked as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my hair. I nodded, turning in his arms and cupping his face with my hands. “Do you think we can take him something? Some food? A blanket?” Something flashed across Luca’s eyes, but he never said a word. Instead, he took my hand and in silence we walked up the winding path to the castle curtainwall. I’d only ever been to Slovenia a handful of times, the last being shortly after Cassie and Vasi
Kat POVI had heard whispers about the woman who was going to represent the Council in Enzo’s trial - a lawyer so fierce that she could pry the truth from the most unwilling of suspects. “They call her the Council’s lapdog,” I overheard a soldier say to his friends as they walked past Enzo’s house. “You can bet that she’s the reason for the delay in the trial - she’s making Captain Castello wait until she is sure he will break under her questioning.” The soldier’s words stayed in my mind as the days went on without any sign of a trial date being set. The number of council members in the court seemed to grow by the day, but still there was no sign of the lawyer. I had begun to build her up in my mind, imagining her to be this regal being dressed in flowing robes, so I was slightly taken aback when she showed up at Cassie’s front door, looking like a normal person off the street. “Yvonne!” Cassie called out as she opened the door, engulfing the petite Asian woman in a hug.”I thought
Kat POV“Kat, wake up!”The frantic voice which sounded vaguely like Elle broke through the sleepy haze and entered the pleasant dream I was having where I was walking through a meadow with Enzo and Aurora.“Kat, you need to get up. The bloody Council are up to their tricks again,” Elle said again, shaking me slightly. I sat up groggily, looking around the dark room in confusion. “What time is it?”Elle pulled the duvet cover off me and started rummaging in Enzo’s closet for my clothing, cursing under her breath. “It’s late… or early… twelve-thirty. For crying in a bucket, where are your clothes? We need to get going!”I dragged myself out of bed, turning on the bedside lamp and illuminating the room. “I don’t understand,” I said, my voice hoarse with sleep. “Where are we going?” Elle let out a deep sigh and dragged her hand over her face… her rather pale face. Something was wrong, that was obvious. “The Council have called for Enzo’s trial to be held right now. They kept it secre
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