Time to face the bitches. Glad Delilah was able to use the bond to keep him from spiraling into an episode seeing Cesare was about to trigger.
I considered pointing out that Alexander could have borrowed clothes from Darren. After all, Darren and André have shared clothes in the past, which meant Alexander would fit in Darren’s clothes too. Plus, Darren’s wardrobe would be less… well, less André. Yet, I didn’t say anything since he seemed set to borrow clothes from André. Who was I to argue with what he was comfortable with? Especially with results like this. I recognized the shirt. I’ve seen André wear it when he is expected to be more business-like and less loud in his wardrobe. André may never want to hear this, but it looked better on Alexander. The blue always made André’s eyes and especially the blue streak in his hair more prominent. However, it does the same for Alexander’s blue eyes and goes well with his blonde hair. The fitted cut highlighted Alexander’s muscles. And I will never complain about that. I rather enjoy Alexander’s physique. I would and should complain about him calling me out about checking him out.
Delilah’s hug helped, but only to a point. I don’t think anything could chase away the anxiety in the pit of my stomach. Seeing Cesare was hard enough, but at least he was innocent. Seeing Lia, however, is a different thing altogether. I had already lost interest in her before she told me she was pregnant, but the pregnancy and the fallout of it have made me truly disgusted by her. I’d expected to be triggered when I finally stepped in behind Delilah. Or I should say triggered by how I have been about Delilah’s pregnancy, so sucked into darkness and feeling paralyzed. However, this was a different reaction. I didn’t feel panic when I saw her. I felt rage, pure, unfettered rage. It wasn’t just the rage of two-plus years of repressed anger boiling to the surface. That was there, oh was that there. But this rage was more because Lucius was pissed too. Lia did what she always does, talked without thinking. And this time, Lia ran her mouth about Delilah, and neither I nor my wolf would le
I’m not going to lie to you. I felt satisfied watching Alexander break Liar’s nose as he stood up for me and claimed me as his. We know we are mates, and a few people know that fact. And while we’ve indirectly acknowledged we are mates, this was different. This was him claiming me to someone outside the family. It was more than just claiming me as his mate. He made it clear that we had a future. He wouldn’t have called me the next Beta female if he didn’t believe we could and would make this work. And that indirect affirmation made my heart swell with joy. I was confused by how he left paternity and, in general, the background of my condition so ambiguous. I mean, he was accurate that I carry the future leaders of Madonie. They are the Alpha heirs. But he didn’t specify that, and I could only assume he did that to ensure she didn’t know I was the surrogate of the Alpha heirs. He’s been more worried that this attack against him was in some way related to the heirs I carry. And we have
At least it made sense why André was panicking. He knew basic first aid and had a prisoner, a packmate, who had gone into cardiac arrest while under his alpha command. My cousin can be sensitive, so he saw this as his fault. It’s not. Darren was right. This is on the witch. And since Katrina was already on her way here, she knew who the witch was, and it won’t be pretty. I’m not heartless, so I do feel bad for Domitilla. She and her mother never really came off as the plotting types. Lia always had that vibe that she was the kind of person that would do whatever it took to achieve her goals. And I don’t know why or how I ignored that even to get laid. It’s not like I lacked options or that it was all that great. Even if Lia had been willing to try things others hadn’t, it wasn’t worth it. I need to stop thinking about the past and focus on the present. We have an out-of-control witch working with Lia’s family in whatever their goals against me are. I can’t imagine what their endga
My heart broke for Cesare. This poor little boy was innocent in everything. He doesn’t deserve to have his world turned upside down like this. He also doesn’t deserve to have such a negligent mother. I don’t understand Liar’s thought process. I know why she targeted Alexander. She wanted to be a Beta. She was supposed to be a Beta female with Gastone. However, that doesn’t answer why she neglects her duties to Cesare. He may not be of the paternity she desired, but he still deserves her love and care. I can’t wrap my mind around her behavior regarding her child. She carried him in her womb for nine months. As disappointed and outraged as she was to learn that her plan to trap Alexander failed, it’s no excuse to mistreat this sweet boy. I didn’t want to let him go when I held him. He’s two, but he felt so light, and that only made me angrier at Liar and more heartbroken for him. Maybe it’s because I have many hormones from the pregnancy, but my feelings about him and his plight were h
As a doctor and even more so as a Petridis healer, I hated being on this side of the viewing window. No one in the medical profession likes to feel helpless or useless. As I stood by watching my cousin take on a witch’s curse while one of my packmate’s, even though she wronged me, life hung in the balance. I felt helpless and utterly useless. It was about how I felt when Tiberius was found barely clinging to life during the war. I was able to keep him stable, but it was only Katrina that could save his life. I know she could kill Melania because of her magic, but I still believe their mate bond allowed Katrina to combat Melania inside Tiberius’ mind. Will a mate bond once again be needed to save Domitilla truly? Katrina can force out the curse. I don’t doubt that for a second. My cousin is the most powerful Crone the Oscurità e Luce Coven has ever had. There isn’t anything magical she can’t do. The red glow surrounding Katrina became intense as it became flames. Only Tiberius and And
I have witnessed some of my short life’s scariest and heartbreaking moments. I didn’t think anything could come close to scaring me or breaking my heart as seeing my parents being murdered by Ignazio. That was until today when Alexander seemed to be almost in a daze as he went from trying to shield me from Katrina’s power to going into the room with her. He ignored everyone, even me, as we told him not to go in that room. It took Darren and André to stop me from going after him. I know it would have been stupid of me to go in there. Helia had been whimpering at the intensity of Katrina’s power, and I was pregnant with the heirs of Madonie. Going there to get my mate would have risked my life and theirs. Yet despite knowing all that, I wanted to get to Alexander. I had to stay outside and watch as Alexander was thrown against the door by Katrina’s power. Once again, I tried to rush to him but was held back. I understand why they wanted to hold me back. I truly did, but it didn’t make
I should have kept up with the conversations happening around me. I didn’t have the energy to split my focus between whatever everyone else was discussing and considering the multiple scenarios of why I have an old witch after me. It doesn’t make any sense. I’ve been racking my brain to try and find a reason for all this. Despite having very little appetite, I managed to eat a little before a roll was thrown at me. And it might sound bad, but I was ready to check out of the conversation again when Katrina brought up Zoe calling her. If she had killed that douchebag Beta of Silvermane, our Papa would have handled the fallout. So no need to get me involved. However, when Primo was mentioned, Katrina had my full attention. I hadn’t considered that pack members were now traveling to gatherings. If he were anyone else, I wouldn’t think twice. But he’s related to Domitilla, which means he’s related to Ersilia. I don’t know how far-reaching this plot against me goes. Would Ersilia tap her