“Yeah, so you don’t know anything about the pack that went to war with the Lupo Nero Pack, but do you know about the link they had to a pack from abroad?” Matteo shook his head.
“No, but I do know someone who has more information, the one I mentioned earlier. I wouldn’t have wasted your time to call you all the way here. However, to protect them, I couldn’t mention them over the phone. I hope you understand.”Well, what do we have here, a fucker I actually don’t fucking mind.
“I appreciate that. Is there anything you want in return?” I asked. He smiled slightly, and it was the first time he had.
“I would only hope that the Lycan King considers the Zanna Di Diamante Mortale Pack as its ally.”
“Consider it done, especially if you have the information of someone who knows more.”
“I do, and as asked, I have written the address-” I gave a curt nod, not wanting Kiara to think anything of it.
“That’s great. We should head out then,” I said, standing up swiftly. He looked surprised but said nothing and nodded as he, too, rose from his seat.
“May I ask what’s wrong with your leg?” Kiara asked, smiling warmly at him. He looked down at his leg and gave a wry grin.
“This is the battle injury I gained when I saved my little petal from a rabid wolf.” Rabid? Did he mean rogue?
“Oh, and it didn’t heal?” Kiara questioned.
“No, due to the poisoning. I can, in fact, no longer shift. The poison from his fangs made me lose my wolf. I don’t sense his emotions in my head. My mind-link and my ability to heal have all gone.” He smiled gravely. I frowned. How the fuck was that possible?
“How the fuck did that happen?”
“That is a problem we are handling. You should focus on your own troubles, Alpha King Alejandro. Come, I will show you out.”
I frowned. That sounded fucking crazy. I guess everyone had their own shit going on. He led us through the building. Despite holding his back straight with pride and arrogance, it was obvious he was in pain and no more than a human, but he was still the Alpha...
The fucker remained stubborn, leading the way to the gates.
“Thank you for gracing us with your presence,” he said politely.
“No, thank you for having us,” Kiara replied, taking the older man’s hand. I felt her aura surge around her. His eyes widened, but Kiara didn’t let go, her purple aura becoming visible as she fuelled her power into him, a deep frown creasing her gorgeous face. “You… you’re in a lot more pain than you are letting on,” she murmured.
Matteo smiled slightly, trying to remove his hand from Kiara’s but without a wolf to help him, he had no fucking chance. She was way fucking stronger.
“I do not want the Queen Luna to heal me. It is not why I called you here,” he replied, and I could sense the pride he had.
“I know that you are telling the truth, but it’s not something I can do, to walk away from healing someone when I know I can help them.”
Without another word, she continued to heal him, whilst the elder alpha could do nothing but watch. My attention was on Kiara; memories or not, she was a fucking queen at heart. Born to be one and fucking full of compassion for all…
That night westopped in Verona. Our next location was not far from there.
Matteo had been beyond grateful; the image of him placing his cane aside and taking a few steps stayed in my mind. It wasn’t his ability to walk now that he was healed that stuck, it was the look of pure happiness on my nympho’s face. I didn’t know how I got so fucking lucky to have her as mine, but I was not fucking complaining. My fucking perfect queen…
It was morning, and we had left the hotel before the crack of dawn. We had gotten a few hours of sleep after a round of hot sex, which I was sure several people heard because the staff that was around in the morning were unable to look at us and had red faces when we had checked out. Not that I fucking cared.
Kiara was dressed in a white halter top which just about covered half her tits, leaving her stomach and the middle of her breasts uncovered, showing off her underboob chandelier tattoo and her entire back. I was going to fucking enjoy the view all fucking day. She had paired it with cropped khaki cargo pants and a pair of block heels. Her hair was up in a messy, stylish bun.
Our designated driver had been waiting outside by the sleek black car, and we were on our way to see a man by the name of Antonino Venturi. Kiara hadn’t asked me for any details, and I was relieved. I didn’t want to hide anything from her, but if the Djinn still had some sort of hold over her, I couldn’t risk giving her all the details. I hated that, knowing that I was keeping secrets, but I hoped she understood. If worst came to worst, I would just tell her why. She’d understand, but it would also give the Djinn a heads-up that we knew.
After a while, we finally made it to our location, and following the instructions Matteo had given me, I found the vineyard with a moderate-sized house belonging to this Venturi guy.
“Welcome, Alpha, Luna,” a young woman at the door said, clearly expecting us.
“Is Antonino Venturi here?”
“Yes, he’s waiting for you.”
