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During those times, I wish my wolf would have the sense to sleep in the barn or the storage shed. Mr. Potter left those open for us, but unless it was storming, my wolf liked to roam outside.
I sat up, seeing I was alone again. Lu and I had been sleeping separately lately but something told me his bond was keeping him close to Katarina. They seemed to be in a better place yesterday. With the side glances and shy smiles, they had worked through the lies and whatever seemed to have bothered them.
When he told her he wanted to kiss her, I wanted nothing more than to go back to her room with them. Since we’ve all had sex together, I hadn’t thought of much else, other than both of them panting, their faces full of pleasure and the climax that ensued shortly thereafter.
I wanted both of them so bad that ever since that night, my wolf had been urging me to mate with them. With both of them. All I wanted was a repeat of that night to quench this desire to make them mine.
That kiss from yesterday only made my desire feel more explosive. Since she had been here, they had both felt like they were mine. All it would take was one simple bite, but as always my thoughts drifted to Zev.
He would be alone and I don’t think he would ever mate with her. She was the relative of the woman who cursed us, and I don’t think he could see past that. I think she is perfect for all of us. She was a gift from the goddess, she was our salvation, but she could also be our damnation.
I would be ok with burning in hell if I had her, if she was mine. The fact that she survived the bite was a fact I couldn’t ignore. The counsel truly didn’t know for sure how Vivienne was going to react to the bond. She could have died.
In theory, the bite should kill her, but apparently we had a union of a witch and one of our pack a few years before the idea was brought to the counsel about joining the Belladonnas and the Fallon pack.
The witch was from a local coven not too far from us, but they assumed that her level of power had something to do with it. The union was hated upon, but once they realized this union could benefit us, the witch was welcomed with open arms.
I ran my hand down my face wondering what would have happened to us if Vivienne hadn’t cast that spell on us. Would she have survived? Would we have had children together? It wasn’t often that I thought of what my life would have been like, but I had thought about it several times.
Taking a deep breath, I got up and made my way to the house. I itched to see her and Lucien, my wolf was already thinking they were my home, but I was still nervous about not finding a way to break the spell. She would die and we would be left with a broken bond that would tear us apart even more.
We lost one of my fathers during the war. It tore my mother apart but thankfully she still had my dad. They had a bond to keep them whole. But when you lost your mate and you didn’t have a tether, there was a large chance you could go crazy, lost to your wolf forever.
A moment of awareness flitted through me when I felt like I was being watched. I immediately wanted to say it was Zev, but this gaze felt foreign. Glancing back at the gates, my mind immediately went to another break-in. Had Caston come back?
When nothing appeared out of place, I stayed still for another moment to make sure it was just me being paranoid. We definitely needed to get more protection on the grounds. Caston would not take Katarina.
She was ours.
I didn’t know if I shivered because of the rain or the thought of losing Katarina. Dread and the foreboding sense that something bad was going to happen kept my heart racing.
The smell of something delicious wafted through the entrance and I took a quick look to see what Mr. Potter had made, but nothing was on the table. It was unusual to see the table empty but Mr. Potter floated through the wall, freezing when he saw me like he had seen a ghost.
“Aeon, what—are you—”
He stumbled over his words.
“Are you ok?” I wondered if ghosts could feel sickness.
“It's not three yet,” he said, setting down dishes on the table.
“What do you mean it's not three?” I looked at the clock above a table against the wall. It said two thirty-nine. I stared at it like it was going to change, that it was just an illusion and it was going to say it was three.
“Lucien has been shifting sooner, some nights as early as two.” He looked thoughtful. “I assumed it was the bond, but now I don’t know, unless you have bonded to her.”
“No, I haven’t,” I replied, wondering what was going on.
“That is strange,” he said looking pensive but didn’t elaborate on what he was thinking or what he thought it was.
“It has to be because of Katarina right? What else would it be?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged.
“Mr. Potter, what are you thinking?” He knew something, he always did.
“I’m not sure, but Katarina asked me what powered the curse and I had no clue. Now I’m wondering if the spell is losing its power because she has no magic to keep it going?”
“If there is no power to keep the spell going, then we are free?” A flicker of hopefulness unfurled in my chest.
