“Sy, are you sure about this?” I wring my hands after handing Dre over to her. “The two of them can be a handful. Especially now that Maya is determined to walk.”“Ironically, this is Arrow’s busy season. I don’t think we’ve ever spent Saint Valentine’s Day together.” She hugs Dre with a big smile and hands him a toy elephant. He takes it and immediately sticks a leg in his mouth, drooling all over the place. “Despite her youthful appearance, Hedone hasn’t been a baby in thousands of years. It will be a pleasant change of pace to babysit. AND you and Bronx deserve a nice evening out.”Out. I haven’t left the pack territory since I came home. The thought of leaving gives me anxiety. A nice evening sounds like a grilled cheese sandwich and falling asleep watching cooking competitions in my pajamas.Bronx comes out of the bedroom adjusting the cuff of his shirt. When he looks up, he stops short and stares at me. “Holy shit.” His mouth drops and he blinks hard. “What? Am I underdressed?
Les runs interference just as well as any of my regular guards could. I can see her fingertips out of the corner of my eye when she spreads her arms wide. Her confident silence combined with Bronx keeping his hand on the small of my back makes me feel more secure. Les tells the photographers they can get pictures at the flower well just like everyone else. I realize Les’s presence is so authoritative that the crowd automatically abides by her orders and goes to the photo area. I smile to myself, knowing it’s her goddess ability at work and she’s using it to protect her Alpha and Luna. Not because she has to, because she volunteered to.As people call our names, I feel Bronx’s hand wrap further around my waist protectively. As his temper builds, Les moves closer to us. He’s more on edge about photographers after what happened last year in the children’s boutique. The police caught the photographer who shot him, but they let him out on a bond and skipped the country. Reggie and Milo say
“Aphrodite, it’s Saint Valentine’s Day.” I cross my arms and snip at her. “Shouldn’t you be busy with other things? Isn’t this your day to shine? Why don’t you send me home and go encourage people to have sex or something?”“Dear girl, never fear. I’ll always make time for you.” Her cruel sneer stains her otherwise flawless face. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful be so ugly at the same time. She stands up, letting her slinky, sheer silver gown show off every perfect curve of her statuesque body. She’s wearing a different jewel encrusted crown than before, but it’s still being held firmly in place with her silky dark hair intricately braided around it.I stand in place and look around the bordello room, looking for an exit, while she bends down to pick up a persimmon from a crystal bowl on the coffee table. There’s no door. I will have to go through the Beyond, but turning my focus away from her at the wrong time could be dangerous, too.I glance back at her. Her hunched over positi
It’s dark in the bathroom. Only the lights above the vanity are on, but the hot water from the showerhead feels good on my aching skin, so I don’t care. I’m sitting on a washcloth. I can feel the cool tile on my scarred back. I don’t remember how I got here, but it smells like home. I adjust my eyes. It looks like Bronx’s bathroom? Where is everyone?“Lex?” I whisper. I’m too tired to get up and look for someone. Hopefully, she has some answers. “Are we in the packhouse?”“Yeah, you’re in our mate’s bathroom. He went to get towels. He’ll be right back.” She whispers and tries to send energy to comfort me. “What happened with Aphrodite?”“I think it’s safe to say I made a deal with the queen, then kicked her hornet’s nest.” I sigh and brush the hair out of my eyes.“Made a deal?” Lex sounds concerned.“I promised her Psyche’s head in exchange for leaving everyone alone for the next five years.” I lean my head forward and put my forehead in my hands. The water rushes over the back of my
“Scary moment for Kas Mason during her first public appearance in over a year. She allegedly passed out in a bathroom after a clumsy waiter spilled a glass of water on her. Kas looked gorgeous when she arrived at the Valentine’s themed fundraising event in a button down red dress she borrowed from a friend, paired with knee-high boots and a camel colored peacoat. She also took a risk that paid off, in my opinion, by veering away from her signature silver hair and violet eyes. She kept that edge to her look that we all love by sporting a cute white bob and matching white contacts. No word whether it was a wig or dye job on the hair, but I’ll keep you posted! Hubby, Bronx, also looked as handsome as ever in a dark suit and brown tie that made his green eyes really pop.” I walk into the living room and sit next to Bronx as he watches a video of a social media reporter on his laptop. She looks overly made up with a perky demeanor. He pauses it when I sit and pulls my hair back to kiss my
“Good Morning, Alpha Regent Bronx Andreas Mason! Joyeux anniversaire [Happy birthday], Luna Regent Goddess Iokaste Mason! How are you feeling, mon ami?” Delilah breezes into the Bronx’s office with Musu and kisses me on both cheeks. She sets down a round cake. The icing is ombre from white to lavender to gray frosting and three candles on top. “Leticia Latmus, Klay Sombun, I hope you are both well!” James and Marco walk in behind them, helping their children toddle in. Codi runs up to them and stops short. “Uncle Marco, can I help? Klay said I can if you say it’s okay.” “Of course you can help, Chinita [Ladybug].” He bends down and speaks to Inez. Her complexion and eyes are dark, just like Musu’s. I wonder what will happen when she grows up? Will her skin, eyes, and hair change the way mine did? If so, how will we be able to support her through a big change in her identity like that? I make a mental note to ask some of the other Menae about their childhoods. “Inez, do you want to
Mercy pulls her hand away and grabs Leticia’s wrist, yanking her forward. Her teeth and claws fully extend. Leticia tries to move back, but Mercy has a firm grip, piercing her claws into Leticia’s skin. Mercy is a Beta female. Her features are larger and more pronounced than unranked wolves. She’s also stronger than most females. She can also be cocky. Her attitude sometimes puts her in ‘bite off more than you can chew’ positions. Symphony comes forward in response and snarls at Mercy. The sound reverberates the room with the warning. Symphony isn’t a Beta wolf. She’s a proud, strong-willed wolf of a goddess. Not just any goddess, one who has put her through some of the darkest, most harrowing situations you couldn’t even fathom. She and Leticia have had their differences before. She even stopped talking to Leticia for a while, but the past year and a half has mended their relationship. Now she will do anything to protect Leticia and she certainly won’t let a Beta wolf treat her that
“Bonjour! Cason, it’s Kas. I brought your afternoon appointments!” I call into the depths of the shop.The heavy metal music sounds like scrambled noise to me, but I see a couple of women bobbing their heads and reciting lyrics. Les and Adrienne are pointing to the tattoo samples that adorn the walls. Other Sentinel are showing each other magazines or sheets of paper with sketches to give to Cason for direction. I can feel the excitement of the nine women and it makes me happy. They’re always so serious and prefer a structured lifestyle. It’s good to see them more relaxed.They aren’t even wearing their signature black tactical clothes. Aryelles looks like a supermodel on her day off in baggy tan sweatpants, a baby blue v-neck t-shirt, and baseball cap with her shiny black hair cascading out from underneath. Everyone in jeans, leggings, and even Martina in a maxi dress is a surprising change of pace.“The smell of gunpowder never gets old, does it?” Les stands next to me with a slight