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
***TRIGGER WARNING***This chapter contains a depiction of ‘blood magic’ which could be compared to self-harm or attempted suicide.Bronx’s POVArrow pulls an arrow from his quiver and blows it after I tell him about Cason having rejected his fated mate. He rolls it with his fingers and it turns into crystal glass. I don’t know how he did it, but it’s the coolest shit I’ve ever seen in my life.“Is he going to shoot Cason with a glass arrow?” Saint watches quizzically.“That isn’t how it worked when he made an arrow for Kas and me.” I shrug. “So, I hope not?”As we get ready to go back inside, James’s truck pulls up to the curb. “I’ll be right there. Let’s see if Lady Camille has any words of wisdom before we do anything drastic.”I open the door of the truck and give Lady Camille my hand to help her to the ground. She’s dressed more casually than I usually see her in silk palazzo pants, a white linen shirt, and sandals. She’s holding a big floppy straw hat and has oversized sunglasse
“They’re safe. It won’t kill them.” Kas looks away from her arm, up at me, and sucks in a sharp breath as her eyes glass over. All emotion leaves her body. She slumps as her body stiffens. Her empty eyes stare at me, unblinking. I can see tears in her eyes, but they’ll never fall. Her mouth is open slightly, but she won’t speak. Even her scent disappears. I take her icy hand and try to listen to her heartbeat. It’s slow and steady, but not strong at all. I look back at her arm, still gushing blood onto the rug. “Kas?” I whisper, watching the change in disbelief. “No, Baby, come back. Please, come back.” I’ve never seen the moment she falls into one of her visions. I’ve only seen what it looks like when she’s an empty shell of Kas. The empty shell I’m looking at now. My mate, the love of my fucking life, the mother of my children, my wife. She is so much more than that. She’s the Luna of Blood River and of the Menae. She runs a charity and a business. She is so many things to so ma
Before I go upstairs, I make a quick stop. “Cason, I know this is a lot. You okay?”“Alpha, this ain’t how I thought today would go when I woke up.” His eyes glance at me, but back to Les. “The Luna stopped her sister from rejecting me.”“Yeah, she told us.” I clap him on the shoulder. “If she’s anything like Leticia, she may have never had a mate before. Leticia told Kas she had never even had a boyfriend before Klay. Maybe Les is the same.”“A woman that beautiful?” He looks at her longingly. “There’s no way she’s been alone in her entire life. The Luna asked me to give her a chance. Back at my shop when I couldn’t move. I-I don’t know if she knew I could hear her.”I look back at Les holding Kas. “Do you want to give her a chance?”“I… I don’t want her to feel like I’m holding her back.” He mutters. “Imagine how big her world must be. I’m like a speck of nothing compared to everything she’s experienced, Alpha. I’m just a tattoo artist.”“You’re not just a tattoo artist, Cason. You’