LOGINKeeping my sisters close, we were loaded into the back of a black sedan. ‘When I give the signal, I want you to both tuck and roll out your doors. I won’t risk letting that insane Alpha anywhere near you.’ I instructed my sisters as André got into the driver’s seat. “Crista darling, whatever you mind linked your sisters. I wouldn’t recommend it. Child locks.” André grinned at me in the review.
I narrowed my eyes. God damn it. “No one will hurt you between here and the villa. Why don’t you try and get some rest?” he suggested. I didn’t trust him. He’s the son of the most feared Alpha in Europe. I won’t feel safe till my sisters, and I are far away from the Incubi pack. “Suit yourself.” André shrugged as he started to drive.
We were at the edge of their pack, so the drive was almost two hours. Despite how keyed up we all were, knowing we were basically prisoners of the Incubi pack, my sisters both fell asleep. Their heads leaning against my shoulders as they slept. They would both sporadically whimper, and I knew they were having nightmares. I frowned and hugged them tighter, trying to soothe them.
“What happened?” André asked, his curious gaze locking on me in the rearview. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Look, darling, I mean you no harm. I saved your ass back there from Santi. You cross into our territory, being chased by the brain-dead wolves of Madonie Pack. The little ones are in torn-up party dresses. And you look like you’ve been running for hours. So I’m curious. You aren’t from the Madonie pack. You don’t smell like them. So why were they chasing you? And better yet, what party did they chase you from?” he questioned.
I frowned. I didn’t want to talk about it. It was all still too soon. “I can’t help you if I don’t know the facts. And if you tell me, then I can relay to my father, so you don’t have to answer him.” he pointed out. I sighed. He made a point. I’m not sure what Alpha Chesed is like beyond his reputation. And I don’t know if I would be brave enough to speak to him.
“We are the daughters of Beta Christopher Fayte of the Nebrodi Pack. Our pack was celebrating the return of our future Alpha, Thales. When the Madonie pack attacked, led by their new Alpha Ignazio. They… the party became a massacre of wolves, including our Alpha Silvano and Luna Sherie. We… we watched Ignazio rip out our father’s heart and then our mother’s when she rushed him in a blind rage. Thales told me to run, to take my sisters and run. So I obeyed his command.” I painfully confessed.
“Ahhh… Ignazio. So bloodthirsty. Ignazio has always envied my papa and how people quake at just mentioning his name or our pack. But he’s still just a little flea. He is a boy playing war.” André scoffed. I rolled my eyes. “A piece of shit is a piece of shit no matter their name. They all stink the same.”
André started to laugh. It was so carefree and not what I would expect of the son of the mad Alpha or really of anyone from the Incubi pack. It was unnerving. At least that Santi was what I expected of this pack. “Oh, my father is going to like you.” he smiled. I frowned. I don’t want him to like me, and I don’t want to meet his father.
“Aw, don’t look so pouty. My father’s not that bad.” he smiled. “I think you might be biased. Unless he’s cruel to even to his own child.” I scoffed. “I suppose I am. I love my papa. He’s good to me and is a strong Alpha that rules our pack well.” André shrugged. “Rules well? All I have ever heard about this pack describe him a cruel and bloodthirsty. Someone with no morals who takes pleasure in punishing others.” I wrinkled my nose.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, my father does take pleasure in punishments. But you gotta enjoy what you do. He is still a good Alpha. Our people are well cared for. They have everything they need. Roofs over their heads, clothes on their backs, and food on their plates. Sure they know not to break his laws because the consequences can range from extra work to public whipping. Santi is going to get the latter if I have any say.” he grinned.
The rest of the drive was silent. My sisters started to stir as we pulled off the highway and onto a dirt road. “A dirt road?” Persephone frowned. “It’s to trick outsiders.” André explained. A half-mile of driving on the bumping dirty road, it switched back to the pristine smooth pavement with neatly painted lines. It makes sense that they’d want to keep people from finding the heart of their pack.
We continued to travel through the dense forest in a winding pattern till suddenly there were signs of life. A limestone pillar with vines climbing its worn edges seemed out of place, but as we started to pass houses, I realized it was the city limit marker. “You don’t have patrols?” I questioned, realizing I hadn’t noticed any wolves as we crossed the border. “Not that you’d notice. But they are always there.” André smiled.
I simply nodded as my sisters, and I silently watched the building pass by. The city was quiet, all the lights off. If it weren’t so late, I’d worry no one actually lives here. But I can faintly pick up all the scents coming in through André’s rolled-down window. There are many living in this pack. We drove through the center of town, passed all their shops and everything you’d expect in a self-sufficient city. Soon we turned in the direction of the mountain.
We stopped at a gate as André entered a code on a pad. The iron gate slowly slipping open across the road to let us pass. “Your packhouse is separated from the pack?” I furrowed my brow. “We don’t have a packhouse. There is a meeting hall at the center of town for pack gatherings. This, this is the road our ranked members live.” André explained.
The area was primarily fields of vines with a barn structure. I would assume it’s their own winery. But then I saw large villas. Each more beautiful than the next. Till we reached the end of the road stood the most beautiful of them. A two-story sand-colored villa with white trim and a herringbone pattern driveway were illuminated by sconces that flanked the one-car garage on the left and the two-car garage on the right.
It’s gorgeous. Not exactly what I expected for the most ruthless of Alphas to live in. The second floor had two full balconies and one Juliet balcony that overlooked the courtyard. I didn’t see any lights in the upper windows, but I did see the light in a room on the first floor. “Here we are, darlings. Let’s get this over with.” André smiled as he started us, opening Delilah’s door.
She eeped and clung to me. “I won’t hurt you, little ones. Now get out, and let us go inside.” André instructed, stepping aside. Delilah gulped and looked at me. I rubbed her back. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you both.” I promised. Slowly and cautiously, Delilah stepped out. I followed her, then lastly Persephone. I took their hands and kept them close as André led us to the large double glass panel doors.
I stared at it in fear that I had to push down because I needed to be strong for my sisters. I was preparing myself to face the Mad Alpha. However, I was not ready for the doors to be flung open by a blonde-haired she-wolf rushing out. She was only wearing a robe that wasn’t relatively closed, giving a glimpse at a bold red leather corset and panties with claw marks on the ribs, a pair of ankle-breaking red heels in her hands as she rushed barefoot.
André held an arm out to keep up to the side as he laughed. “Aw, did you realize I was right, Beatrice?” he taunted. “Fuck you, André.” Her eyes glowed green as she let out a growl snarling at him. “No, thank you. I don’t touch my father’s trash. I told you that you couldn’t handle him.” he laughed as the she-wolf shifted to a light brown wolf and rushed away, leaving her heels and the torn shreds of her lingerie.
I felt like I was going to gag. I don’t want to know what kind of things this Alpha enjoys to drive that woman away. It also disgusts me the thought of being with anyone that isn’t your mate. Though I suppose given André exists, perhaps the Alpha had a mate, but she died. And I can’t fault a widower intimacy. But that woman was.... ‘Trash. She was trashy.’ Emilia finished my thought.
“Please ignore her. Females like to throw themselves at my father. They want power, and since we have no Luna, they think they could get the job. But no one but his mate shall ever be my father’s Luna.” André explained, guiding us inside. “Was your mother not the Luna?” I found myself asked.
He smiled and shook his head. “My mother was a human from a nearby town. She wasn’t his mate.” he spoke softly, yet his tone wad detached. I wanted to ask more. I don’t know why I was compelled to learn more. But now wasn’t the time. So I stayed silent as he opened a set of heavy double doors to the room on the left of the entrance. “You will wait in here.” he said. Before I could question, he’d shut the door, and I heard the lock turn over.
Crista climbed into my lap, and I forgot how to breathe. Not because of desire, though that was there. It was always there with her, simmering beneath my skin, threaded through my blood, tempting Chesed toward the surface with every breath she took. But this was different. This was not heat or hunger alone. This was my mate placing herself in my arms after a weekend full of grief, memory, children, ghosts, and love so sharp it had cut us both open. The frame rested beside me on the bed, moonlight catching the tiny charms she’d attached beneath the photo. A crescent moon. A sun. Gwen and Christina. Light and Darkness. My daughters’ birthmarks. My mate’s thoughtfulness had always been dangerous, but this gutted me in silence. All four of my children stared back from the photo. Katrina steady and fierce, André dramatic even in stillness, Gwen and Christina asleep against me as if I had been built for softness. I had not been. Not by my parents. Not by fate. Not by the Darkness sleep
The villa became too quiet after everyone left. Not silent. Silence was impossible with two-month-old twins in the house who seemed to believe sleep was a personal insult and digestion was a battle strategy. But quiet settled differently once Katrina and Tie returned to Nebrodi and André swept Darren and Lando back toward Madonie in a cloud of dramatic goodbyes, blown kisses, and threats to return if Papa dared miss him too much. Alec had stood on the front steps while they left, Gwen tucked against his chest, Christina asleep in my arms. He did not wave like a normal person. Of course he didn’t. He stood there in black, broad and still, looking every inch the terrifying Alpha of Incubi while holding an infant with a milk-drunk face pressed to his shoulder. André had shouted something ridiculous from the car about Papa needing to use the mug every morning, or he’d file emotional damages, and Alec had threatened to ban him from the villa. The mug was already in his office. I had s
I announced myself before anyone had the privilege of witnessing me. That wasn’t vanity. That was public service. “Brace yourselves, darlings,” I called from the front steps, my tone bright enough to scare birds from nearby trees. “Father’s Day has officially improved because Papa’s favorite son has arrived.” Darren sighed beside me with the fond exhaustion of a man who had accepted his fate and resigned himself to it. Lando, however, looked up at me like I had personally hung the sun, which only proved the child had excellent taste. “You are Nonno Alec’s only son,” Lando said, his tone confused but supportive. I patted his shoulder. “Details, piccolo principe. Never let facts ruin a good entrance,” I said solemnly. My entrance deserved drama. It was June. Pride Month. My outfit was not merely clothing. It was a declaration of war against beige. I wore fitted white trousers, glossy black boots, a sheer black shirt beneath a cropped blazer embroidered with tiny rainbow-threa
The D’Amore Alpha villa should not have looked softer. I knew every curve of that house. Every polished stone step. Every arched window. Every long hallway where pack members learned to lower their eyes before my papa even entered the room. I grew up inside those walls, between danger and luxury, between André’s dramatic bullshit and Papa’s silence. The villa had always been beautiful, yes, but never gentle. Today, it looked like babies had attacked it and won. Tie parked near the front drive, his hand still resting over mine from the ride out of Nebrodi. The morning sun warmed the villa’s pale exterior, catching on the balconies and the terracotta roof, turning the place gold around the edges. It should have felt like coming home to the Alpha of Incubi’s seat of power. Instead, I could see a tiny pink blanket hanging over the back of a chair through the front window. I blinked. Tie followed my gaze, and his mouth twitched with amusement. “Your papa has been conquered,” T
Nebrodi didn’t feel like a ghost today. I wasn’t sure when that had changed. It wasn’t the first time I’d been back since the war ended. We’d come for meetings, memorials, ceremonies, and dinners with Katrina and Tie. We’d been here on Mother’s Day too, when Alec insisted we visit Mamma’s grave and Crista pretended she hadn’t needed him to say it first. But today, after the cemetery, after Persephone finally broke apart beside Papa’s headstone, after Alec placed flowers there like he had any right and somehow made it feel like he did, Nebrodi felt different. Or maybe I did. I wandered away from the main house while the others settled inside. Crista needed to feed Gwen and Christina, and Alec had gone with her because, apparently, the most feared Alpha in Sicily had appointed himself personal guardian of burp cloths, bottles, and his exhausted mate’s sanity. Persephone had disappeared somewhere to pretend she wasn’t crying anymore. She was terrible at pretending. I knew because
I woke before the sun, already frustrated with the world. My room in the D’Amore Alpha villa was larger than any back in Nebrodi, filled with polished furniture and a balcony I seldom used. Looking out over Incubi reminded me I was living someone else’s life, someone luckier and less broken. Despite telling Delilah and Crista I wouldn’t go today, I’d picked out my clothes like a coward: black cargo pants and a dark gray shirt. My shoes were still by the bed, and my hair was a tangled mess, as if I’d fought a war in my dreams. Maybe I always did. ‘You’re going,’ my wolf, Sara, said softly, not mocking me for once in the short month I’d had her. ‘I didn’t say I wasn’t,’ I snapped back in my head. ‘You told everyone you weren’t,’ she reminded me, gentle as a knife slid under ribs. I sat up and glared at the wardrobe like it had personally offended me. Today was Saturday. Tomorrow was Father’s Day. Papa’s first Father’s Day in the ground instead of at the table. Instead of gr
I felt my whole body tense with fear and worry when Alec said two attacks were happening. I don’t want innocent people to get hurt because of us. Ignazio wouldn’t be bothering this pack if I hadn’t brought my sisters here. ‘We were meant to come here. Divine intervention. Whatever you want
‘We should take charge more often.’ Emilia sighed contently as I got dressed again. I couldn’t help but blush as I glanced over at Alec and saw him putting condoms into his pockets. ‘At least he’s making sure he’s prepared for when our heat hits us again.’ Emilia nodded in approval.
We’ve reached the third trimester of Crista’s pregnancy, and if memory serves, this will be the more uncomfortable trimester. The first trimester was hard on Crista, and as her mate, I felt her pain and did what I could to take some of it. But no mate bond can stop
“Thank you, Anselma.” I nodded while taking the cup. I cautiously went down the hall. Of course, I didn’t get far. “Crista?” Delilah called out to me. “Oh, hey Delilah. Where’s Alexander?” I furrowed my brow, not seeing him.







