Finally, Ignazio is taking this war seriously. That or he’s running out of civilians to throw at us. Either way, it’s about time we faced some real opponents. It felt good to actually fight and only hold back enough to not kill.  And honestly, a good fight always gets me in the mood. Unlike in the BD era, Before Darren, if you can’t keep up, I don’t have to ponder who I’ll focus my desires on for the night. I’m living in the AD era, which means I just need a place to take my mate. I obviously cannot take him to the villa. Even if Crista wasn’t in heat, I tend to not bring guys home since that first incident of Katrina walking in on us screwing. I can only imagine the ways bringing Darren to the villa could go wrong. I don’t need or want Persephone or Delilah walking in on us. Poor innocent Delilah shouldn’t be subjected to such debauchery as I have in mind. Persephone… eh. She’d make herself a nuisance and be a total cockblocker. And I’m hav

Best night EVER! Hot sex against a window, precious shower time, and snuggles all night. I usually need my sleep machine for a good night’s sleep. I know I joked when I met Darren I wanted to record his voice to replace my sleep machine. I take it back. Well, wait no, I don’t take that back. I still want a recording of Darren’s voice for possible nights he has to be away from me. But last night was the best sleep I’ve ever gotten.  And I know it’s because Darren was in bed with me. The mate bond, the gentle thud of his heartbeat, and his warm, steady breath all culminated in helping me sleep better than ever.  Now I also am not an early riser. I’m the night owl, while Katrina is the early bird. So it doesn’t surprise me that I open my eyes and look at the alarm clock on the soft gray nightstand to see it was almost nine.  I frowned when I realized the space behind me was empty. A few thoughts crossed my mind, and one was wo

I really wish reality would stop intruding on my happy little bubble. Drinking coffee, enjoying breakfast, and talking about the future with Darren was perfect. I was already dreaming up where we would live.  Obviously, we can’t live here at the Night Haven. But there are places in the area we could rent or even buy. Then again, I don’t know what papa has planned for the future.  Whenever Tiberius wakes up, I know Katrina and Tiberius will take over Nebrodi. So, when this is over, Darren and I may have to move to Madonie. I don’t know what the housing market looks like there.  I do know I will not live in the same place Ignazio did. That place should be burned. Not enough disinfectant cleaners in the world for that. But I’m sure Darren and I will figure it out wherever we end up.  I can just imagine house hunting with him. He’ll be all practical, and I’ll just fall in love with a place, not caring if it needs to be fixed up or does

Honestly, I’m not surprised that my bisnonna was so rude or that she peaced out like that. It’s sort of her thing. Piss people off and then go poof but leave behind something worthwhile. Still don’t like how she was to Darren. Totally uncalled for. I wanted to try and speak with Amelia, but the minute Darren and I arrived at the town hall with the intel, we were in for a different kind of surprise. “André!” I spun on my heel as I heard Papa’s voice. “Papa!? Wait, does that mean… Crista’s no longer in heat? How soon till we know if I have a brother or sister on the way?” I eagerly peppered him with questions neglecting Darren as I rushed over to my father.  Papa sighed, rolling his eyes. “I see leaving you in charge for a week has done nothing to temper your energetic childish behavior.” He shook his head a little. I know it may sound like he’s scolding me, but the slight upturn of his lips tells me he isn’t. “Papa. I’ve handled the pack j

‘He can’t be serious! He needs us! We should be fighting at his side, not on the sidelines!’ Cardinal shouted. And I’m in complete agreement. This isn’t a fight André should be taking on solo.  But every time I tried to get involved, André was quick to keep me out. I stopped trying after the third attempt because I was just distracting him. I don’t know if he’s trying to prove something or just really protective of me, but I’m getting pissed. I used my cloaking power. Even if André can track my movements, Gastone can’t, and that’s what will matter. I started circling up, looking for the best angle and time to strike. Timing would be everything. Too bad time wasn’t something I had. I don’t know what Gastone did, but he slashed at André a burst of this green glow radiating off his claws. My heart stopped as André crumbled to the ground thrown across the clearing from the strike. ‘ANDRE! DUILIO!’ Cardinal roared with anger. All I saw was red as I ru