Kas’s POV Maya and Dre are sleeping soundly against me. At some point in the night, I rolled onto my side to snuggle with them. I don’t feel Bronx next to me anymore. I turn my head as far as I can and see him having a quiet conversation on his cell phone while he paces the floor. It sounds like a business call, so I let him be. I turn my attention back to my pups. Dre’s dark hair is getting in his eyes. It’s almost time for a haircut. Maya refuses to let us cut her hair. Most days she fights us to brush it, but Diane and I try our best to distract her to comb through it during bath time. When Bronx sees me awake, he comes over to give me a kiss on the cheek. He puts the phone on mute and smiles at me with the babies. “Sorry, Baby. Talking to lawyers about Santoro Enterprises. When I’m done, we’ll go downstairs so the doctor and Jorge can give you a check-up. Diane and Marybeth are outside waiting outside to watch the twins.” Before he goes back to his call, he takes a picture of th

“So, Kas, before we get to the fun stuff, do you mind if we discuss some more serious things?” Dolly Driscoll shuffles her notecards, but she and I discussed the questions she was going to ask before the show started.“Of course, Dolly.” I fold my hands on my lap and smile.“When I spoke to you over the phone last year, you opened up and told us you grew up in a pretty dangerous environment and that was a big part of what inspired you to create the Goddess Foundation. Can you tell us a little more about what growing up was like for you?”“So, um, growing up was weird, to say the least. My adoptive parents were verbally and physically abusive. I won’t get into those details, but they forced me to live in an unheated room in the unfinished basement that was the size of a small jail cell. When I was sixteen, they pulled me out of school to become the family cook and housekeeper. So, basically, I was an indentured servant.”“Didn’t you know that was wrong? It’s not normal for people to tr

“Kas, we have a few surprises for you today. I hope that’s okay?” Ramona Bright, the celebrity chef turned daytime television host, hops on her toes next to me. Her audience claps and cheers at her excitement.“Um, I guess?” I look at the production man next to the camera. Butterflies rage inside my stomach. We hadn’t discussed what I would do other than helping Ramona make a recipe while we talked about the magazine article and Goddess Foundation. The man motions for me to look at the audience and smile.I force a smile and look for something to calm the anxiety. Bronx is sitting in the front row with Diane and the twins. I can already see Maya getting fussy, but Diane is tempting her with gummy fruit snacks. Dre seems to be content looking around at the clapping people as long as Bronx is holding him.“Only pleasant surprises around here, honey.” She laughs and clears her throat. “So, we all know you’re here to talk about your new charity and the article coming out in the September

I wish I could tell you that things have been exciting the last few months, but they haven't. Aphrodite has been so under the radar that even Hephaestus is suspicious. Bronx and I had a private meeting with him when we got home from our media tour to regroup. Heph has a plan, but insists it’s better for us to be oblivious to the details.Other than the frequent interruptions of him and me having an intimate relationship, things have been quiet. I'm almost embarrassed to say how many times Milo or Reggie has walked in us before things get really good. It doesn’t matter where we are, Aphrodite knows and she puts a kibosh on it. When I say quiet, that doesn't include the flurry of activity that envelops the packhouse. Winter Solstice is everyone's favorite time of year. Ashley gore overboard as usual with decorating and events for the pack to attend. When the PR team advises Bronx and me to be more active on social media, I put Marybeth in charge and she thrives. She gets the best cand

Bronx’s POV“Henri, thank you so much for doing this. Kas has training right now. She’ll stop to say hello after you’re settled into your suite.” I shake my friend’s hand when he arrives at the front steps of the packhouse. His mate, Sofia, and personal guard, Francis, stand with him. Sofia kisses my cheeks and hugs me. Francis gives a polite nod, but keeps his hands behind his back, still at attention.I’ve known Henri for years. I met him when I was in the military and consider him a mentor. He was an Alpha Regent for his pack in France before his son took over and they voted Henri into a position on the Elder Council. He was the one who recommended sending Kas to Lady Camille’s coven. He even married Kas and I. It’s only appropriate for him to perform the ceremony for us to officially become chosen mates.“How could I not?! You’re damn lucky the Council didn’t have you executed when they found out what you did to Kas. I can’t believe they didn’t strip you of your Regent status.” He