Marco's POV I'm so proud of my Luna. We've been training her for almost three months and she could, like, seriously be an assassin if she wanted to. She doesn't have a cold heart for that kinda shit though. And no way Alpha Bronx would let her do that kind of work anyway. Anyway, she’s doing so well now that James and I both get Sundays off as long as she doesn't have to leave the packhouse. Honestly, even if she did, she can defend herself, but ain't no way either of us would let her be put in that position. She does her best to try to stay in on Sundays unless it’s real important. She cares about us like that. James tags in for his shift around eleven-thirty on Friday night and I head out. My buddies convinced me to go to a strip club that caters to werewolves. I'm not all into that kind of club, but there's only so much COD a guy can take. The club is loud and smokey. Tyree hooked us up with a VIP booth. Everyone here knows we're Blood River, so they give us a bit of extra space
We run through a maze of hallways and stairwells until we reach a random door. She pulls a key out of her pocket, unlocks it, and pulls me inside. We're in a small, modern studio suite. She locks the door behind her and pulls me over to the loveseat. “Please, sit. Umm, they told me your name is Marco?” Her voice warms me from the inside out, but she doesn’t have a French accent. She is from somewhere else. Sitting down, I reach my hand out and take hers, I gently tug on it to get her to sit down too. She sits facing me. Her dark, wide set eyes are hypnotyzing. I could drown in those pools of chocolate and be perfectly happy doing so. She is so damn beautiful. ”Uh, yeah, Marco Sanchez. I heard them call you Musu?” “Yes, I’m Musu Goba.” Her full lips smile shyly. I notice she is wearing lip gloss, making them that much more enticing. I want to feel her lips on mine so badly, but I control myself. My heart is pounding in my chest and Clash is racing around in my head like a maniac. “
Marco's shoulders drops at Bronx's words, but if he had been looking straight ahead, instead of at the floor, he would have seen Bronx’s body language betraying his stern voice. I clear my throat and try to sound serious. "Marco, first and foremost. You drew a weapon on your Alpha and my mate. Regardless of the circumstances, we expect better of you. When we get back to Blood River, you and Alpha Bronx will have a private conversation about the consequences of that action." Marco's eyes flick toward me and back to the ground with a quick nod. "Yes, Luna." “Aside from that, we’re so happy you've found your mate. Alpha Bronx and I have discussed the matter with Alpha Martin and have decided on the best way to handle this.” I pause when he looks at me expectantly. His brow is furrowed with worry. “Marco, Musu's parents and her twin brother Beta Everl are waiting for you downstairs in the front sitting room. You are to go ask their permission for their daughter to accompany us back to
Once we settle in on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it. “I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity. “I speak seven languages. Krio, English, French, Cantonese, Farsi, Dutch, and Greek. I love linguistics. I find that I’m able to catch on to new languages quickly.” Musu proudly marks off the count with her fingers. I notice Marco admiring his mate, but he has a concerned look on his face. If I had not spent so much time with him, I probably would not have noticed the subtlety. Hearing about Musu’s diverse background and love for languages sparks an idea in my mind. I tuck the thought away for later. She is a charming woman who is a wonderful storytel
Bronx's POV It’s Sunday. I call it our “lazy” day. In other words, Kas and I don’t leave the apartment so James and Marco can have a day off. Most of the time, we are anything but lazy. Kas catches up on homework, tests recipes that I get to taste for quality control, and does chores she doesn’t want to have omegas take care of, like laundry and cleaning the kitchen. I always tell her that is what they are there for, but she says she is happy to do it so I let her be. For me personally, it is a good time to catch up on pack matters and relax in front of the television. Kas likes to write any essays she has due on Sundays, so she gives them to me to read over when she is done. It is late afternoon when she is finished with her homework and other busy work, so she comes over to hang out with me on the sofa. She drapes her legs over my lap and looks hesitantly at the reality show about fishing boats I am watching. “Sweetheart, can we talk about a couple of things?” She asks, trying t
I can’t sleep. I can’t get what Kas told me about not being able to have children out of my mind. I mean, there is nothing I can do about it. It doesn’t change the way I feel about her. She is my world. I just feel like having a pup of our own is something we assumed would be part of our future. I meant what I said about just needing her in my life. If we end up not having kids, then that is what the Moon Goddess has fated for us. The text message chime on my phone goes off. I look to see it is from Reggie. It is eleven-thirty at night. What could he want? Hey Bronx. You awake? Important. I mindlink Reggie to let him know I'm awake and will meet him in the downstairs kitchen in five minutes. I go give Kas a kiss and wake her up just enough to let her know where I’m going. She gives me a squeaky little grunt and waves me away before rolling over. I grab an eye patch and secure it in place before quietly making my way out of the apartment. “All good, Alpha?” Marco sends in a mindl
The first thing I do once Kas unwraps herself from around me is go into the closet and put my gun back in its lockbox before I bury the box back into the bottom of the trunk. If at all possible, I never want to see it again. Once I get out of my tac gear, I get in the shower. I only use hot water, letting it turn my skin red and raw. I’m not sure how long I stand there. It doesn’t matter. I just need to let my brain shut down and let the water cleanse me. Ironic to have a wolf named Saint when we feel like we are anything but. I finally feel a little better, so I go to the closet and put on sweats. I sit on the floor and dial my therapist, making an appointment for the next day. When I come out of the bedroom, I smell chicken cooking and Kas is sitting on the sofa reading a magazine. I pull my mate close to me and just breathe her in. I instantly feel more calm. So does Saint. “Sweetheart, what do you say we let Saint and Lex go for a run?” Kas suggests as she runs her fingers thr
Milo’s POV We had been orchestrating our plan of attack since Lady Camille came and spent most of the day speaking with Lenora and I. Delilah went in and looked at Kas’s vision of Bronx killing her. She was able to study, evaluate, and determine details that Kas would never have been able to see. Delilah worked with her mother to help explain what they believed would cause the event, when it would happen and some ideas of how we could prevent it. Lady Camille had one of the coven’s sisters conference call into the meeting... well, sort of... she used magic instead of the actual phone, but she was there. She is a fortune teller, which I was sceptical of, but I listened respectfully anyways. She explained what would happen if we didn’t step in and stop Bronx. Short story: Kas would die. Bronx would be charged with murdering the Luna Regent of the Blood River pack and high treason. He would be executed for his crimes by the High Council and we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Then she t