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~KATYA~

I can't ever recall a time that I had felt so misjudged except for now. But maybe it wasn't misjudgement on Stark's part. Seeing that smirk on his face threw me off. I truly knew why they said he was to be feared, why all werewolves were warned to lock their doors shoud he be in the vicinity. Stark was a killer. It was plain and obvious. However I couldn't help but flinch back a little at the thought of him actually taking pleasure in the thought of murder.

I swallowed heavily, stepping back. The smirk faded as anguish flourished in his magnificent silver orbs. 

"Katya-"

I held up my hand to silence him. "I just need time. You of all people should know that."

He did. Of course he did. He was the one who made me wait until he felt like he was getting over Kathleen, slowly but surely. I still didn't know how his curse tied in with him loving me more, but he was trying. So I had to try- for his sake, or maybe both of ours.

"We're going to be late." Draver broke the silence.

I turned and met his eyes. "Better late than never."

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I had chosen Draver to come with me. Stark decided to come as well, but only because he didn't want me to "have any ideas" or whatever that meant. I noticed subtle changes in him compared to when we first met. He wasn't as formal and uptight, acting like he had a pole shoved up his ass. Although he was still somewhat reserved, it was obvious that he was opening up to people past Lorena, Iris, Castor and Alric.

Which had me thinking...

"How do you two know each other?"

Draver blinked as Stark tugged on his tie while looking out the window.

"How...how we met?" Draver spoke slowly.

"Yeah. Was it through Alric or Castor?"

"Neither." Stark answered swiftly.

I cross my legs under the shimmering midnight black dress the skimmed the floor of the car. "Then how?"

"Well, I can't exactly go into the details, but we sort of clashed." Draver said after a moment.

"Clashed?" I raised a brow. "Like what? Ran into each other at Starbucks?"

"No-" he had that annoyed look on his face as he dragged a hand down his face. "We- we just-"

"He was making advances towards Kathleen, so I cut him off." 

"Cut him off?"

"Yes. As in I cut his hand off."

My eyebrows dissapeared in my hairline. "What?"

Stark looked down at me with a surprised expression. "What? Iris healed him up fine and reattached the hand. Besides, I would've done that same if it was you in Kathleen's place." under his breath I just barely heard him mutter, "-maybe even worse."

I turned to Draver. "Were you flirting with Kathleen?"

"What? No." he hissed. "Stark was paranoid because she was pregnant and thought everything was a threat. She asked if I wanted to touch the baby when it kicked so I said sure and then he slices my hand off like I'm trying to inject some virus in her stomach."

The cab pulled to a slow stop in front of the Anosova villa.

My heart plummetted at the thought of seeing my three brothers and my mother and father all I knew from how they looked was the magazine that Castor had showed me in Spain.

Before I knew it we were at the front door. Evgeny opened it before we could could knock on the brass wolf knocker.

"Please..." he said with a lingering smile, "Come in. We're about to start dinner."

The two Lycans went on ahead, seemingly gliding in their stride to the dining room, as if they knew where it was already. Evgeny trailed behind them, equally as graceful. I found myself at a standstill, taking in the architecture of the villa, with mosiacs on the high ceiling and chandeliers glittering brightly. I couldn't imagine growing up around such a rich environment, surrounding my expensive white marble instead of cheap carpet.

"Missus? Is everything alright?" Evgeny's steps slowed.

I lowered my gaze to him. "I'm fine...just soaking everything in."

"You didn't grow up in this villa, Missus." he said softly. "You were raised in Russia, in the Main Manor. This is just the one of the summer villa of the Anosovas. Sicily is partially the hearth of the Humane Gods, so it isn't surprising that you met the butlers of each family since they are all gathered here at Sicily for a reason."

I turned my gaze to the tapestry that had a black haired child, a girl. She had chubby cheeks and pink lips with a straight back. Behind her were triplets, two on either side of her and one was behind her as she was on his lap.

"Is...is that-?"

"You?" Evgeny filled in quietly. "Yes. We did family portraits back in Russia. Your mother sent the photo to a tapestry maker in Sicily and had it hand made especially for this villa."

"Why?"

"Why not?" he shrugged, holding out his hand. "Who wouldn't want a portrait of their only daughter?"

I settled my hand in his once I reached him. After a quick few paces, we turned into the dining hall that strikingly resembled what a vampire's version would look like. Mahogany seemed to be main color scheme in this room while the entrance was white marble.

My breath caught when I saw who Stark and Draver were speaking to.

"Katya?" 

His voice was gruff and deep, but had a certain warmth to me.

"Um... are you- my Dad?" I couldn't exactly tell. He looked young, but not that young.

He gave me a warm smile. "Hardly. Father died a long time ago. I am Varian, the eldest son."

"Varian?" I frowned. "I'm sorry... I can't remember."

"We don't expect you to." 

I turned to see a carbon copy of Varian. I blinked, feeling a bit confused before I remembered that they were triplets. "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Damen. The youngest, not including you." his hand ruffled my head before dropping down through my curls.

"Black hair. " he grinned. "As thick and soft as always. Nikolai was always jealous."

"Nikolai?"

I felt another chunk of my hair being lifted. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man slightly taller than Damen, by taller it seemed to a fraction of an inch. Pale pink lips pressed against my curl. "Nikolai, the second son. It's been a while, Katya."

Guilt flushed through me. "I feel terrible... I can't remember you at all."

"It's quite alright, soon enough your memories will return to you." the soft and lilting voice was melodic and reminded me of what Marie's voice would be when she was older.

I looked past Varian to see my mother. Her hair was exactly like mine, dropping in a mixture of thick inky waves and curls. Her eyes were chocolately, unlike the triplets' eyes which were green.

"My sweet Katya-" she rushed towards me with open arms, the scent of lavendar shampoo filling my senses. "Oh how I longed to see you."

She pulled back and cupped my face, her hands squishing my cheeks the slightest. "Oh how beautiful you've grown, but your adorable cheeks have yet to change."

I felt a little...suffocated. Stark sensed my uncomfort and drew me into his arms.

My mother paused, taking in Stark. Her entire aura seemed to darken.

"Stark Xerxes. Evgeny was so kind as to inform me of your prescence beforehand."

How could I forget? He was the one who got turned into a Lycan by the Anosovas. By my family.

"Evgeny never told you that you were, ah, affiliated with Stark." my mother looked at me once more, though her eyes constantly flickered down to where his arms caged me to him loosely.

"Oh yeah. About that." I cleared my throat, but Stark beat me to the punch.

"She's my mate."

All hell broke loose in a matter of fifteen seconds.

My triplet brothers' eyes grew to saucers. "What?"

My mother was simply livid as she glared at Stark. "I forbid you to go near my daughter, you wild beast."

Oh Goddess. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Evgeny dropped his platter, "My word, I simply believed him to be a summer fling."

Draver snorted, "It's fucking winter, and what the hell- you're supposed to be overjoyed!"

I sighed, "Instead you're acting like Stark when we first met."

Composure took hold of my family's reigns as they straightened up, trying to make sense of the situation by observing it calmly through practiced eyes.

"So you're saying..." Varian started, "Stark is your mate?"

"How?" Nikolai cupped his chin. 

"What do you mean 'how'?" I stepped out of Stark's arms, gesturing to the both of us. "We're both werewolves. Well, he's a Lycan, but you get my point-"

"No, no, it's not that." Damen scowled. "It's just not possible."

"You're not telling me why, so how am I supposed to believe you?"

"The truth of the matter, Missus, is that your kind- the Royal family- you aren't susceptible to obtaining a mate."

"Well I do." I said firmly. "He's right there."

My mother seemed to be drowning in despair and confusion. "We can discuss the matter over dinner. Please, sit."

I was separated from Stark, no surprise there. Damen and Varian sat on either side of me while my mother sat at the head of the table with Nikolai on the right. Across me was Stark and next to him on the right was Draver.

"Great." her smile was bright and cheerful. "Thankfully Evgeny has only dropped to soup, so I believe we'll just make our way into the main course."

We all recieved a platter of what looked to be like salmon.

"What is it?" I nudged Damen with my elbow. "And what do I do? I didn't know there was so many forks and knives needed."

He laughed low, "Calm down, it's just miso-glazed salmon. And you don't have to learn fine dining now, that can come later. For now, just eat as you would normally."

I nodded and grabbed the utensils that looked the most familar to be and began to eat. Of course, Draver, Varian, Nikolai and my mother all knew how to eat with fine dining utensils. Here I was looking like a kindergartener while cutting through my salmon.

Stark's foot nudged my mine and I looked up after shoving a forkful in my mouth. I realized his plate was empty. Not empty as it he ate it all, empty as in...he didn't get anything.

"Where's his portion?" I asked, directing my attention to Evgeny who retreated before I could press the matter.

Nobody at the table said anything, and Draver seemed too immersed in the conversation he had going with Nikolai to notice that Stark had nothing.

Angered, especially since I knew everyone could hear me, I began to slide my plate over to Stark. Varian caught my wrist and I jerked my hand away. "Mother has a different dish for him, don't worry."

Stark hardly seemed fazed at the blank space on his plate, but I was absolutely pissed. How could they treat him like he was nothing?

Evgeny returned from what I assumed to the the direction of the kitchen with a napkin over his arm and plate in his hand. A gut wrenching smell wafted in our direction as he approached Stark's seat.

"A rare steak for the wild beast, according to Milady."

And there, in front of Stark, was a slab of meat that looked freshly cut out of an animal, still soaked in blood.

Before I could stop myself, I stood up and slammed my hands on the table. "If this is your way of making me want to stay in this godforsaken fucked up pyschotic family with the morals and disgusting humor of Joffrey Baratheon, then you're doing one hell of a job at it."

"Katya, my sweet, you're overreacting."

I turned on my heel to glare at her, "You. Are. Unbelieveable. If you can't accept him as my mate then I refuse to accept this family as my own, blood relatives or not. To hell with being a royal."

I threw my napkin down and spun around, about to leave when Damen and Varian captured my arms. 

"You can't leave. Not yet." Varian said, meeting the eyes of Damen.

"At least guarantee us that you'll stay for a dessert." Damen amended.

"Yes, you at least owe us that-"

My angered bubbled up again and I levelled my eyes on her. "You listen here, I don't owe you shit."

Nikolai glanced over before standing up, his hand in his pocket while the other swirled the wine in his glass. "I promise to keep Mother in check, Katya."

I felt a sense of trust towards the boys, it was obvious they weren't like their mother. When I looked over at Draver his eyes were demanding that I sit by back. Beside him, Stark was lifting the meat to inspect it.

"Wow." he complimented. "You're a whole new level of stupid if you think I wouldn't notice the poison in this deer meat."

"You put poison in his meat!" I wasn't even surprised at this point, just astonished.

"Mother, that's going a little too far." Nikolai reprimanded.

She seemed shocked as well. "I never did such a thing."

Evgeny plucked the steak from Stark, "Perhaps I should've lessened doses of Arsenic."

"Are you serious?" I gasped, "What did he ever do to you?"

"I am merely testing his skills as a Lycan. If he truly is your mate, then he should be worthy of his title as the soul mate of a Royal."

"It's not like we're going to be together forever- stop making that face, Stark, you know what I mean- I'll die eventually."

My family sucked in a breath.

"What are you talking about?" my mother blinked. "All Royals stop aging at 20, when they get their powers from the previous generation and become immortal. Well females do."

"Excuse me?" I felt my heart drop. "I'm...I'm immortal?"

Draver grinned. "Just like us."

"That's...that's insane. Wait- powers?"

"Only females." Damen added. "Mother lost her powers once your turned 20, because they transferred to you."

"And what exactly is my power?" Inside, I had a feeling that I already knew what it was.

"You, dear sister," Nikolai smirked, "Can turn a werewolf into a Lycan."

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