He frowned, peering at me. I took his hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. I needed to wash my mouth out after this... He relaxed and shook his head, grabbing his glass.
“You know, years ago, our Alpha had just one daughter. We are a small island, yet when a powerful pack’s Alpha claimed her as his fated mate, we were ecstatic. She would go abroad and live a life of happiness as the Luna of the Luna Morte Pack. But no, no, her life was going to be cut short. You know, she was going give birth, but she was murdered by an enemy pack due to the two packs having conflict…”
I frowned. So this woman from the Escarra pack was mated to the brother of the woman stolen and claimed by DeAngelo. Why did it feel like the Rossi family, or more so DeAngelo Rossi, may be in the wrong and the cause of all of this?
“Then what happened?”
“Our Alpha lost it. He was hell-bent on revenge. His daughter was the jewel of his eye. How can we let her death go? He went to Italy. They say he made a deal with the devil for power… and you know… he won. He wiped out the entire Rossi line, save one. The one he couldn’t kill. They say the devil tricked him… he didn’t give him the full revenge he wanted. He could not kill one of the Rossis until the time was right. You know… that’s where our Alpha has gone. They say… I shouldn’t be saying this… I don’t even…”
“You can trust me. All I want is to hear you talk. Your voice is so charming…” I ran my finger up his arm, and he shuddered, making me internally cringe.Gods and goddesses, do forgive me.
“Even we aren’t meant to speak of it, I heard by mistake, but they say…” He looked around as if checking if we were alone or not. “They say Santiago Escarra made a deal with the actual devil himself. A djinn. That he managed to summon one, and the Djinn asked for a price in return for granting him power… If the price is not paid, the Escarra line will die. Time is running out. Our Alpha is dying. They say the devil has possessed him, that he is paying for his ancestor’s crimes. Alpha Sebastian once said he would break the curse for his son, but now, now they say he has lost his mind. He is unrecognisable. The Djinn’s powers have burned him from inside, that even his face is unrecognisable.”
My stomach twisted as I listened to what the man before me was saying. If this was true… this Crimson King was a puppet for the Djinn, who was hell-bent on getting what he wanted.
“What is it that the Djinn wants?” I asked, my heart pounding as I stared into his eyes.
“The blood of the beast,” he whispered, so low I could barely hear. I leaned in. His eyes looked haunted, sending chills down my own spine despite the warm weather.
“The Lycan King,” I murmured. Carlos chuckled.
“The Lycan? No, what will he do with his blood? It’s the blood of the most powerful being on this… earth…”
He slumped forward onto the table, knocking over the glasses of wine and spilling my untouched one. I stood up quickly, not wanting the liquid to spill onto me. My heart thudded as the words he spoke echoed in my mind. Deep down, I had a feeling I knew whom he meant…
Glancing around, I quickly snuck away, seeing Marcel and Liam step out of the shadows.
“That was… interesting,” Marcel muttered. “Well played. You really can pull the charm.”
“Don’t ever mention this to anyone. Ever,” I said, casting him a cold warning look. Maybe I needed to get Raihana to remove the memory from their mind. Goddess, I never wanted anyone to see me doing that.
“Noted.” Liam smiled slightly. “I’m sure Rayhan wouldn’t want to know his mom was flirti-” I glanced at him sharply, and he shut up.
“What did he say at the end?” Marcel remarked, frowning.
“You didn’t hear?” I asked sharply. They shook their heads, and I frowned.
“Let’s get out of here. I’ll fill you in,” I replied.
I was sure I knew who it was, and if I was right, then Dante was the one in danger. Right then, Kiara and Alejandro were in Italy. I needed to let Rayhan know. Immediately.
Unexpected Events
Kiara
We had reached Italy, landing at the airport in Milan late in the afternoon. After doing a little more digging, thanks to Raihana, we found that this was roughly the area where the Lupo Nero Pack once resided, an area now under the hold of a new pack and Alpha.
I was standing on the balcony and looking out at the scenery before me. We were in a small town on the outskirts of the city, in a small hotel that we were only stopping at for a few hours to rest and freshen up before we headed on to our destination. It was haunting to know that powerful packs could be wiped out and forgotten, just like nations, empires, and tribes of long ago. Imagine diving into the past and learning about all this stuff. Would we one day be forgotten as well?
“Care to share what’s on your mind?” Alejandro asked, wrapping his strong arms around me from behind. I closed my eyes, relishing in the sparks of his touch. He had just showered and was only wearing pants as he held me against his bare chest. Goddess, he was so fuckable. All I wanted to do was turn around and drop to my knees…
I quickly pushed the thought away, making sure he couldn’t hear my thoughts. I was learning to put up my wall, but it was hard at times.
“I was just thinking, who would have thought that your ancestor’s pack once ruled here?” I murmured as his lips touched my neck.
“Mmm, guess so. Things are always fucking changing, though.”
“Yeah… one day… would we be forgotten?” I asked softly, a wave of sadness washing over me.
