Catherine’s POV:
“How...what?” Those were the only words I was able to articulate as I continued to stare into her familiar face, watching me with a shocked as well as confused expression the very first moment I stepped forward into the light.
I knew Drake followed my every step and he was now watching us in his spot just right behind me, still in his wolf form.
The woman standing in front of me was accompanied by two children hiding behind her back, a number of rogues, and a huge, muscular man glaring at me cautiously, ready to turn and destroy me quickly if I ever tried doing anything suspicious in his thoughts.
Regardless of how many death g
Grecietta’s POV:Eight years ago...The arrival of Norman Braylle in the Silver Moon Pack’s territory marked the beginning of chaos and destruction that brought forth a shedding of blood, kill or be killed position for every member of the pack, as well as Alpha Daniel Grey's demise.I was hiding in a secret room behind the thick brick walls, where there was a gazebo and different shapes of flowers peeking all over the place. My hands were trembling violently as I listened to the wails and screams of those werewolves who refused to kneel down to honor the new reining Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. Norman, fucking Braylle.He was a traitor to the pack, yet he wanted to stand in the position of Alpha because of his immense thirst for power and adoration of his subjects, of an entire pack.But I
Catherine’s POV: While I listened to Aunt Grecietta tell her story about how she landed herself to her surprise rogue mate right in the middle of nowhere just after being hit by my mother’s intense rage, I was continuously nodding my head every time she finished a sentence, eager and a little desperate to know more about what had transpired in that same room eight whole years ago, right on the same spot where she showed my that horrific memory, and told me to look for my mother somewhere far away from the pack house. When she finished, I stifled a laugh. I felt like going insane. The air around us fell into an eerie silence as I attempted to take in that piece of information all in just a few seconds from Aunt Grecietta, or should I say...the real Aunt Grecietta. Even after discovering the truth, the old Catherine within me refused to believe a single word. The old Catherine who watched
Catherine's POV: Drake kept me company the whole time. The rogues simply watched and started at us silently and I blocked all other sounds entering my head at this moment. When I finally calmed myself down, I released Drake from the comforting embrace and stepped back, looking at him from a farther perspective. Then, realization struck me as my eyes accidentally lowered down his thick, muscular thighs. But perhaps the most shocking thing I saw for the first time was that massive cock hanging in between his legs. I instantly shut my eyes tight and covered them with both hands. A sudden burst of laughter in the air around me made me flinch and my face flush bright red for my damn stupidity and embarrassment. I was too busy crying my ass off that I didn't notice him standing there in front of me...naked! He must have shifted back into his human form to
Alpha Damien's POV: It has literally just been a day, yet I can't stop thinking about them. I can not eat. Can't sleep. Can't even listen to a goddess damn thing my mother kept blabbering about all day. I never gave up on Catherine, and I’m still hoping she’d break down that mental block that kept me from communicating with her. Clenching my fists, I swore to goddess I would teach that Drake a lesson he will never forget for the rest of his life. As for Catherine, I was planning to punish her some other way. I instructed the others to take Hunter’s body to the investigation room. I had my gamma to take a look on the carcass so I could get some answers. I kept thinking of the reason why Catherine killed the gigantic man, and how the hell she was even able to do it. My wolf paced back and forth inside my head, which I was also doing at the moment.
Catherine’s POV: A few hours ago... “We don’t want anything to do with you. You people from the Blood Moon Pack think too highly of yourselves. You take our lives as jokes and do not care for mercy or second chances at all! Leave! Or I’ll have to make you with force.” Tyler was fuming with rage, and his nostrils were visibly emitting smoke from all that anger he was barely suppressing inside of him. Thinking of how much he hates the Blood Moon Pack, I realized how I cannot just leave things be like this. There is gotta be something only I can do. But what exactly can I do? I’m just Alpha Damien’s mate. Mate.. Wait a minute, I am Damien's mate! I lifted my head a little higher than before, as I felt the flow of confidence fuel me intensely, drawing from those last words that told me who I am in the Blood Moon P
Catherine’s POV: The kiss didn't end until at least two minutes later and right after he let me go, my face was already heated and colored bright red. Quite still in a state of shock as well as embarrassment, I was only able to look straight into an empty space that I didn't even notice that all eyes were on me now, including Drake’s. The more aware I am of their stares and presence, the more embarrassed I felt. The only one who didn't feel the same though was the Alpha himself. “That’s what you get for being a naughty girl, tomato head.” Damien’s warm breath as he leaned in and whispered to my ear tickled me so suddenly that I needed to step backward in order to create even just a small distance between our bodies. The last thing I want is to have them smell my scent of arousal flow in the air. First of all, I could not believe that the first thing
Catherine’s POV: “Please hurry and sit down. I really don't have more time to spare. If the Alpha hadn't given me the order, you won’t even find me standing here in this room with you.” She said before rolling her eyes, as I noticed her tapping her toes impatiently on the floor with her arms crossed. “She clearly has a problem, master.” Midnight spoke. “Just another Jessica, I reckon.” Raya commented. And with that, she probably meant, ‘bitch’. I pushed my rage all the way down deep inside me, not wanting to cause any more unnecessary trouble as I obviously have bigger problems to deal with at the moment. Most of it involved my old pack, the fact that that bastard Easton was going to rule it all and the pack that my father used to cherish more than he did his own life. I let out a quick sigh and did as I was told, walking towards the small chair in front of the vanity table.
Catherine’s POV: I didn't really expect the visible desire in those blood red eyes to easily disappear like that and turn cold in a few moments. My heart raced, but this time it was beating extremely fast for a different reason. Not out of excitement, arousal, desire, not even a hunger to feel his body against mine. He grabbed my wrist unexpectedly, gripping it thight. I couldn't bring myself to take my eyes away from his handsome face, especially with his strong grip on my wrist. There was a glint in his eyes that made me think he was acting out of impulse, and an anger he’d been suppressing all along. “I...I found it in my room. Why? You’re scaring me.” I admitted truthfully. At first, he looked confused, like he had no idea what I was talking about. Then, I watched him look down on my wrist, finding his hand grabbing it tightly and he slowly release