Bronx's POV Instead of an actual training, we have a class scheduled for other packs to understand our training programs. We do a ten-mile warm-up for those who want to participate, then we move onto the presentation. We have a few pack warriors who will be doing some demonstrations while I walk through our programs. I'm explaining the benefits of rest days where there is only light cardio and stretching when I feel a whisper on my neck. I flinch and look to the right, fully expecting to have to chastise Kas for leaving the packhouse without a guard, but she's not there. I smile to myself as I look at my watch. It's her meditation hour. She just reached out and touched me. My heart thumps a little harder knowing she is thinking about me. “Okay, now can we go see our mate? She wants to see us.” Saint begs. He doesn’t understand why we have to spend a full day apart when she is inside our apartment. “No, Saint. Later this evening. You and Lex will get to spend time together, then Kas

Kas’s POV It takes a lot of convincing, but I finally talk Bronx out of bringing James or Marco on our honeymoon. He very begrudgingly agrees and only because, as a wedding gift, Henri arranged for one of his warriors to be our personal driver for the two-week trip. His name is Francis. He’s not nearly as burly as James or Marco, so I was skeptical as to why Henri would send him. “Don’t let looks deceive you, Kas. Francis is Henri's right-hand man. He’s a technician. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley.” Bronx says looking off into space. “Actually, you could probably learn a thing or two from him when you're ready to get into weapons training. I'll talk to Henri." I look at the unassuming man with short bleach-blonde hair, wearing a black suit and white dress shirt. He's a chain smoker, but somehow doesn't smell like cigarettes. Regardless of who he is, when he isn’t driving us around Paris, he is very polite and accommodating while he does. On the first night after din

“Are you hurt, Baby?” Bronx asks, wiping the blood from my face with his sleeve. I shake my head no, but I’m having trouble finding words. I look down and wipe my hands on my dress. The blood drops smear. I can feel tears stinging my eyes as I look at Bronx. Someone killed that man. My mouth opens and closes a couple of times, but I can’t seem to form words. “Francis, please get the Luna in the car. I will tell the police if they need a statement, they need to come to the hotel. I’ll get the list of detectives so we can get them cleared through MasonCo before we let anyone up to see her.” I hear Bronx say. I feel Francis gently guiding me. “Kas, Baby, it's going to be alright. I will be there in just a minute, okay?” Bronx says to me as Francis leads me away into the sedan. Bronx’s POV Of course, I leave Kas alone for one minute and trouble follows. I will say, thank the Goddess she has had such good self-defense training. It probably saved her life. I look at the assholes Kas att

Bronx’s POV Once we get home, we settle back into our regular routines. Most notably, training. In addition to the private defense lessons she still takes with James and Marco, Kas starts joining training sessions with the pack warriors in the mornings too. She's a firecracker. We quickly find she is too strong to fight with the female warriors. They're not even a challenge for her after a couple of months. She and Lex are getting stronger by the day. Once we put her in the ring with the male warriors, she’s vicious. Don’t get me wrong. It is hard to watch all those guys put their hands on my mate. It is even more difficult not to step in the ring and attack someone when she takes a hard hit or kick. I do my best to hold myself back. Kas can take down most warriors twice her weight, except for some of the most elite who have been fighting for years. It's evident even some of them are doomed, it's only a matter of time as she learns more techniques. I told her I'm only willing to figh

Musu's POV "Are you sure?" I ask the caller as the email comes in. I click on the attachment and see the beautiful woman that looks similar to Luna Kas, but taller. Her hair is tied back in a braid, hidden under her jacket with a big floppy hat. She has on large dark sunglasses but in the third photo, she pulls them down to look at something. Her eyes were vibrant purple. "Ah, got her! You are a gem! Now, you're sure you saw her leaving Mayong?" The voice on the other end confirms the woman's location. "Shit. That is not good. Alright. Keep your distance, but don't lose her. I will let you know the next move. I will have the rest of your payment wired to you right away." I hang up and pump my fist in the air, then send an email to accounting requesting the wire transfer to my contact. I lean back in my seat and breathe a sigh of relief. After four months of chasing ghosts, I finally got a lock on one. There are three others that I have leads on, but no confirmation. I have had to