Hello Readers! I just wanted to let you know, when you read chapters from Marco's POV, they intentionally have bad and inconsistent grammar. Marco's character is based off of one of my relatives with a similar personality and speaking manner.
Kas’s POV I wish I could tell you what set me off, but I don’t know. It was just like when I attacked James. I couldn’t control myself. It felt different, though. Instead of acting on instinct to kill, it upset me that Bronx would want to tip the balance of our natural order. I just felt so angry at the core of my being. Hearing Bronx wanted to break laws and go around the established system to get revenge lit a flame inside me. The thought of him wanting to start a war was overwhelming. I wasn’t sure how I was going to stop him. I just knew I couldn’t let him do it. We have rules to follow. I won’t allow him to become a tyrant. I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. I knew that much. That's why I froze time before I threw myself at Bronx. A surge of energy flowed through me I had never felt before. Some deep down part of me knew my actions would mean I would serve justice, and I felt brave. Fearless. Confident that I was following my mother’s bidding. He wasn’t expecting it. He ca
Once I’m ready, Delilah lets me know the doctor stopped by and said I could go see Bronx. As we walk down the hall, I take a deep breath and steady myself for whatever his reaction is going to be to seeing me. She gives my hand a squeeze when we get to the door of his room. “We will be here waiting,” she murmurs in my ear. I smile and nod as Tyree opens the door to let me in. Bronx is sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs hanging off the side. He is holding an ice pack up to the side of his face. I don’t know why he is holding it on that side because the side he isn’t covering looks pretty swollen too. His nose was broken but someone reset it so it could heal faster. His eye is swollen, so he’s barely able to open it halfway. Since he doesn’t have an eye on the other side, I assume he can’t see much of anything. They must have taken his shirt off for the exam. He is covered in scrapes, cuts, and bruises that Saint is still healing. There are also burn marks covering his wri
Once Kas calms down a little, Tyree gets me a towel to clean myself up, then moves to the corner of the room to keep an eye on things between Kas and I. I explain more about my conversation with Randall and what I need Kas to take care of at Silver Moon. “Kas, Randall will meet you there,. You won’t be there by yourself,” I promise her, “You are going to be their Luna. When Randall announces it, they will show you respect. The pack members that don’t want to accept that can leave. It's their option. And honestly, good because I don’t really want any of them here, but the Council is forcing my hand. I’ve already made it clear to Randall that there are no second chances once they're here.” Kas has a permanent little frown through the entire conversation. I know she isn’t happy about the idea, but she hasn’t made any comments or asked any questions either. She’s just intently listening. “How long do I need to be there?” she finally asks. “You will need to leave tomorrow and be there f
“Alright, Luna Regent Iokaste Mason, let’s see what we’re working with, my dear,” Lady Camile’s soothing voice calms me as we settle into the comfortable pillows on the floor of the meditation room. Bronx made the male wolves who were working out in the weight room next door all leave and turn off the music. That way, we could have some peace and quiet, and I wouldn’t have to walk by the weight room in my meditation outfit. Bronx gets jealous like that. Yeah, I still roll my eyes at the notion too. “Delilah tells me things have been...tumultuous lately,” she takes my hands and massages my fingers. Her hands are nice and warm. The feeling is so calming. “Yeah. It really has been,” I nod, feeling a little sleepy. “Well, let’s do things a little differently today. Since there are stretches of time you are having trouble accounting for, let’s do a bit of hypnosis. See if we can find it,” her voice sounds soft and seems to melt into my mind. “Yeah, okay,” I hear myself answer, but my co
“So this Leticia, she admitted to killing Cordell Santoro?” Bronx asks, “Just like that?” I give a frustrated sigh. I mind linked Bronx to come down to the meditation room as soon as Lady Camille could make sure I was safe and, as she said, actually me. Once she was satisfied that I wasn't possessed, she relaxed a bit. Bronx got to the meditation room so quickly that I wondered if he had been sitting on a bench in the weight room next door, waiting for me to contact him. He is not taking this whole ‘transported to an apartment that can’t be located’ thing very well. “She said I ordered her to do it, Bronx. She also said she was the one that killed the guy from the jewelry store. I think in some misguided way, she thinks she’s protecting me. That’s the sense I got from her,” I don’t know why I feel like I need to defend Leticia, but I do. “Okay,” he holds his hands up, hearing my defensive tone, “I won’t do anything for now. It sounds like she isn’t a danger to you and I don’t know
The closet room used to be a large storage room when Bronx’s parents lived in the apartment. Bronx didn’t need the storage, so he had it converted to a closet. When I moved in with him, Lenora and Ashley filled it with clothes and even had a custom made upholstered bench so people could sit when they were in there. Lenora sits on the bench and scrolls through her phone, telling me the itinerary while I pull out clothes for the week. After a few minutes, I notice she has gotten really quiet. I look up to see her staring at me with a complicated look on her face. “Lenora, what’s wrong?” I go sit on the bench next to her and take her hand in mine. “Kas, I-I have some confessions. I can’t be away with you for a week and not tell you,” her shoulders drop as her green eyes look at me for forgiveness. “Confessions?” I ask warily, feeling a rock settle into my chest. Last time someone told me about their confessions, I had a mental breakdown and Lex nearly went feral. “Yeah, but please
Bronx’s POV I was so glad when Lenora said she would go with Kas. It definitely gave me a sense of relief knowing she wouldn’t be there alone. Honestly, based on her reaction, she wasn’t too pleased that I had even suggested Kas go by herself. In hindsight, it probably was a bad idea. When I got back up to the apartment, I was happy to see Mom and Dad being treated to time with Codi and a delicious meal being prepared by Kas. She insisted on making lasagna and begrudgingly agreed to not make dessert so Mom and Dad could go downstairs to the dining room and say hello to everyone. “Are you really sending our mate away for a week, Bronx?” Saint complains while I sit at the head table and watch Kas and Mom saying hello and giving out hugs to pack members. “Yeah, Saint. I think this will be good for her. Get closure from that awful place. Besides, Lenora and Justice will be with her. They will keep Kas so busy, she won’t even have time to miss us,” I reassure him. “Okay, but who’s gonn
Kas’s POV Waking up in Bronx’s arms, tangled up against his body, is probably one of the best feelings in the world. He weighs well over a hundred pounds more than me, so I used to think his heavy arms would crush me in my sleep, but now I know those arms are the safest place in the world. I have gotten used to the weight of him and find it comforting to bury my nose into his chest and breathe in his delicious dark chocolate and coffee scent before I have to open my eyes and face the world. I sigh as the morning light shines through the window. I know I should go down to the training field for one last session before I leave, but I selfishly just want to lie here with my mate. “Bronx, we’re late for training,” I nuzzle closer to his warm body and tap his arm to wake him. “No, we’re not. I had the trainers cancel it for the day,” his gruff morning voice whispers sleepily. He wraps his arms tighter around me without opening his eye, “Now let this weak old wolf sleep. You wore me out