Novelas de KaiKitto

Theodore Myers POVIrene wasn't eating. Her plate sat full in front of her, untouched, eyes cast down as if the food held some answer she was still searching for. She didn't even acknowledge my words.My family always had that effect on people. Not that it would help her. She was the one who chose to marry me, probably imagining some gilded life waiting on the other side of the altar. She was learning now what she'd actually walked into.I was enjoying every second of it."Theodore, since you didn't attend the wedding, what's the plan for the reception?"My attention pulled from Irene and settled on Sammy. "None of you attended either, if we're keeping score. As for the reception, I'm sure Lilith can sort that out. She's my mother, after all. She'd be thrilled."Mother. The word sat bitter behind my teeth. She had never been one, not in any way that counted. My mask hid the disgust well enough."I would have been thrilled if this girl weren't the bride." Lilith's nose curled like some

Irene Jones POVHis words shocked me all over again, as if being trapped in his lap wasn’t hard enough. “You’re the unruly one, not me. The shoe fits you, Cinderella.” I kept my head down, trying to stay still while his thighs pressed against my stomach and his hand rested on my back.“If that’s what you think, I’m all about agreeing with my wife,” he said, his tone casual.But what stunned me more was how easily he kept calling me that. Wife. The word did something I refused to admit—stirred a sense of belonging I didn’t want to crave, especially not for a man who was such a bastard.“What is happening here?” Sammy bellowed.I didn't even notice when we'd reached the living room.I tried to look at her clearly while dangling in her grandson’s lap. She stared at us like she’d seen a ghost.Couldn’t blame her. The position wasn’t decent. Not my fault her grandson was the one who’d pulled this shit.“Nothing. Just bringing my wife to breakfast.” He flaunted it shamelessly, like it was s

Irene Jones POV“I'm part of the Myers family now." I curled my fists as wind sliced across my skin, cold biting straight through to bone.Why was this so hard? It wasn’t like I was in prison—or maybe I was. They were screwing with me, and my defiance wasn’t doing a damn thing to stop them.Albert had dodged my outburst like a professional, still standing near the main entrance while I stood here, locked in, guards posted outside with no intention of opening the door.‘Breathe,’ I told myself. ‘This is only blocking rational thought.’“Miss, I already called the young master. He’s coming. Please wait.”I glanced back to find Albert standing just a few steps away. When had he gotten so close? And when had he called Theodore?“We’ve talked about this, Albert. I’m leaving.” No way Theodore would let me go—so having him here wasn’t worth the wait.Albert looked down as if his ears had suddenly gone deaf, which they clearly hadn’t.“What is all this commotion?”Theodore’s deep voice cut th

Irene Jones POV“Ma’am, where are you leaving?” Albert asked as soon as I reached the main gate, still in yesterday’s clothes, hair untouched, skin tight with sleeplessness.I was glad Theodore had left the room last night. I had even thought of helping with his wheelchair, but he hadn’t needed it. Not from me.I hadn’t slept. Not even a blink. That was why I was leaving first thing in the morning, before the entire family crawled out and climbed onto my spine again. My apartment was probably empty by now. Theodore’s people had been hauling things out, and I didn’t even know where my own belongings were anymore.Could deal with that mess later. Boxes, missing clothes, lost things. All manageable. What couldn’t be dealt with was the family drama. Not again. Not this early.And now Albert had caught me before I could slip away and think. He stood in front of me like a wall, polite and immovable.“Nothing much,” I replied, forcing a smile that stretched my face in all the wrong places. I

Irene Jones POVI ignored his words and kept going. “Where is your room? We don’t have the whole night. I’m tired.” The whole wedding had drained me; everything that followed squeezed the life out of me until all I wanted was a place to breathe.“Move forward. The last and biggest room is mine. I rarely come to this mansion, but for tonight we can use it.”I pushed the wheelchair faster. The sooner we reached the room, the sooner I could pretend this day never happened. But the thought sank in anyway, slow and heavy—sharing a room with this arrogant husband of mine.A man who barely visited this place, yet dragged me here as if I were a spare, a replacement, something his family could look down on without restraint.Replacement, spare, entertainment—my own family treated me as the first two, his family as the last. But I didn’t accept any of it.“Stop. Where is your attention?” A cold touch brushed my hand, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I halted instantly. Theodore’s glove

Irene Jones POV “Who is this ugly woman?” I stopped the moment we rolled into the living room, Theodore’s wheelchair gliding with me as I forced it to a halt. It took more strength than I expected, especially after dragging this thing all the way in on my own while listening to every taunt thrown at me along the way. So this was the first thing I was going to hear after entering this mansion. Perfect. The place was stunning, all white and wide open, so graceful it made both my apartment and the Jones family home feel like storage closets in comparison. Not that my apartment could compete with anything in this house anyway. “Theodore, is this what the Jones family gives you? A woman so ugly I feel like I’m staring at a ghost under all these lights?” The woman’s voice cut into me, sharp and irritated, as if the sight of me offended her very existence. Four people sat waiting—one woman in her forties, another older woman settled beside an equally aged man, and a younger man s

Vinorca Jona POVJust kill me, it would be so easy. My whole body started shivering, and that too very literally, not hypothetically."Repeat your words." Amy's eyes looked like she'd seen a ghost. If that was how she felt, what I felt was an understatement. My soul had left me."A...lpha..."I knew it as soon as I heard the voice. It was Dante. What made it worse was that I was at this party, and with a man. It felt like getting caught in the worst possible situation, which was why I didn't look back once.You might be thinking that not looking wouldn't save my ass. It practically didn't. But facing him wasn't an option I wanted to take. I needed to delay it as long as I could, maybe until it could be written off as a dream, because this wasn't a reality I wanted to live in.He hadn't even seen my face yet, but if he was involved in this, he already knew it was me. My scent must have given me away, or maybe something else did."Amy," a voice different from Dante's, fell into my ears.

Vinorca Jona POV"How are you feeling?" Masen asked as soon as we came out at a place void of any other presence.I inhaled a large amount of oxygen to get over the breathlessness I'd been feeling before. "Very much alive, more than what I was feeling the past few hours.""Damn, was it that bad?" His lips puckered into a pout. A pout? He looked so cute. A thirty-five-year-old man shouldn't look that cute. But he was."The food was too delicious, though. I am ready for another round," I said, rubbing my swollen tummy. "I could go through many days like this if the food is like that."Okay, that was a bit of a stretch, because I am surely way too introverted for things like that, but for food, once a year isn't a bad deal. Or maybe once a month."You can be my date for other parties in the future too, if that's the case, but I know you're just lying," he replied, running his long fingers through his hair. "About the food, I can take you to discover cuisines too. I love trying new foods.

Vinorca Jona POV"Who wouldn't want such a beautiful girlfriend? But for now, it's not," Masen said, very politely, which was beyond my expectations.Him saying anyone would want me was such a lie, because even though Dante claimed I was his mate, he never wanted me, and even yesterday he proved it. Somehow I had two wolves, though neither had ever come out, spoken, or taken wolf form.I went into heat, but had no contact with any wolf, and Dante hadn't done a thing either, though I used to think he'd do it the moment he got the chance.My heart pinched a little, making it hard to maintain the smile on my face."You don't have a mate, right? So you're still waiting for yours?" Another lady's question pulled my attention fully onto Masen, away from my own thoughts. This one was interesting. Why was he such a flirt when he should be waiting for his mate? Was he like that with everyone?It killed every pleasant feeling I'd had."I got rejected by my mate, so I don't think I need to wait

Vinorca Jona POVAs if denying it had ever been an option, I was here, knowing the fact I would have to bear these types of things."Roger, not an issue at all. Just get me something to eat, drink is not my forte," I whispered. Now that I was here, having expensive food could surely make up for the discomfort I was going through.For someone like me, who ate just whatever to feed my hunger, this was surely an opportunity to grab and enjoy to the fullest, and food was the way to all happiness."That's totally happening. I already dealt with your drunk version, fun it was, but not something easy to handle," Masen joked, and I sighed. He was really coming hard with his jokes."I was not that bad." Giggles escaped from my lips, because even though I knew the fact that it was quite bad, I couldn't deny the fact I had made myself a clown to be laughed at for ages."Have a seat." We both came out of our la la land and stopped in front of a big table. Damn, in our banter, I hadn't realized we

Vinorca Jona POV"You are looking so beautiful."My cheeks burned hearing his words, somehow calming my raging nerves. This shimmery red and green dress covering me felt like an expensive gift. It was the first time I'd worn something so elegant, and my first time attending a party like this at all.Last time, Amanda had dolled me up for that disastrous club experience, which still scarred me for any future activities. This party already felt like a bad idea."Thanks, but you're the one who paid for everything. Of course it would be beautiful." Which was true. There was no way in hell I could've afforded luxury like this.I had always relied on others for things like this. Not that I hated it. It was better than embarrassing myself in front of people, especially the people I was about to see at such a big party."It's your beauty that breathes in this dress, not the other way around." Masen smiled as he took my hand and rested it on his forearm. This man really was a gentleman. He'd n

Dante Scout POV“So, as Beta, are you above my orders?” I looked him over with a lazy gaze.“We both know why you want to go with her, and that is something I surely won't let happen. She is my sister, at the end of the day. I’ll reprimand her myself,” Finn replied. “Nothing is above you since you're the Alpha, but we're childhood besties, which surely gives me some leverage.”I sighed, knowing Finn was fully aware of the fact that I could never truly be angry with him. He had always been there for me. He wasn't just my best friend—he was my only friend.“You really are something. What if I just want to meet your sister? I've never gotten the chance before.”“You can't play games with me. I know you better than anyone. Still, if you just want to meet her, she's coming with me. You can have your so-called meeting then.”“Then I am going dateless. Vinorca is not an option, and I don't want to deal with any other woman but her.” I shrugged. It had always been like this. I hated Vin, yet

Alice’s gaze burned into hers, wild and desperate, as his fingers found the delicate string of her wedding dress. With a slow, deliberate pull, the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulder. He pressed his lips to her bare skin, his breath hot against her. Alisha gasped, her head tilting back. "Agh..." Her voice broke into a breathy moan as a shiver ran down her spine. His hands traced down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with longing. Alisha's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then show me," she whispered.His lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. The loosened fabric of her dress slid further down, pooling at her waist, exposing the warmth of her skin to the cool night air. Alisha’s breath hitched as his hands traced slow, teasing circles along her sides. Every touch sent sparks racing through her veins. “Alice…” she whispered, gripping his shirt and tugging him closer. He

"I do." The words spilled from Alisha’s lips as she stood at the altar with Alice. Six months had passed, and so much had changed. They had returned to their normal life with Daisy and Mary. The battles, the burdens—they were behind her now. She still remembered the conversation she had with Maya six months ago when she told her it was better for 'her' to lead the pack. Alisha had never wanted that responsibility. She only wanted to live a simple, normal life. Maya had disagreed at first, but eventually, she understood Alisha’s choice and accepted it. Since then, Alisha and Alice had stepped away from the chaos and reclaimed the life they once had. And today, standing before everyone, was proof of how far they had come—because today was their wedding day. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced. Alice’s smile stretched wide as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Can I?" His hands rested gently on her waist, his touch reverent. He still couldn't believe t

“Amm.” Alisha moaned, her body aching as she tried to move. With effort, she forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Her gaze landed on Alice. Alice was sitting beside her, but his eyes were closed, his posture slumped in exhaustion. “Alice…” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. He jolted upright instantly, eyes flying open, and within seconds, they brimmed with tears. Damn emotions. He hated them—loathed them, even. But seeing Alisha like this? He couldn’t stop them. After so long… she was finally awake. His chest tightened with overwhelming relief. “Angel.” His voice cracked as he sobbed. “You’re awake.” Alisha swallowed, her throat dry. “How long… have I been sleeping?” “You were in a coma.” He pressed the call button beside the bed before looking back at her. “It’s been over a week.” Within minutes, the doctor arrived and checked Alisha over. “She’s stable now. Her wounds will heal with time,” he assured them before stepping out. Alisha’s ga

“You need rest, Alice.” Maya ran a hand through his hair, her face as hollow as the corpse he sat beside. A week had passed, yet none of them had moved on from what happened. Alisha was still in a coma. Maya herself couldn't calm her nerves. She had killed her own husband with her own hands. Even if it had been necessary, the nightmares wouldn’t let her forget. Not just because he was her mate—but because she had loved a man like him. A liar. The cause of her suffering. Of everyone's suffering. Mostly Alisha, who had lost everything. And they still didn’t know when she would wake up. Jackson had already explained everything to the pack, but explanations didn’t erase guilt. Alice said nothing, his gaze locked on Alisha’s lifeless form on the bed. The images of that day wouldn’t leave him. They played on repeat, like a broken radio, and the more he thought about them, the more he blamed himself. But he knew—blame wouldn’t change a thing. All he wanted was for her to wake up. If

Lima looked at Jackson, tears welling in her eyes. “If I could, I would have. But I’m old, and my powers are weak after living with wolves for so many years.” Alisha thrashed against her restraints, sobbing as she watched Alice being beaten to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. 'Please!!' she pleaded in her mind. Aman sneered. “He’s human. But aren’t you royal blood? Is this how you save your mate?” He yanked her head back and slammed it against the chair. Alice coughed up blood. “Motherfucker!” He saw the crimson streak trailing down Alisha’s face, and despite the agony wracking his body, he tried to crawl toward her. Another brutal blow sent him back down. Aman laughed coldly. “Yes, I am a motherfucker. But your mother’s not my taste. This bitch might be, though.” Alisha squeezed her eyes shut. She had to save them. Somehow. Could her wolf help? She had royal blood—would it be enough? 'You just have to trust me. Even cursed, I will do anything to save our mate and every

Alisha listened in silence, every word slotting into place, making the picture clearer. The puzzle was finally forming—pieces falling exactly where they belonged. “And we wanted power, so we helped,” Lucas and Harmis laughed in unison. Why wouldn’t they? From being worthless rogues, they had risen to Alpha and Beta. They had enjoyed that power for years. And after today, they would keep enjoying it—until death took them. Maya frozen, tears streaking her face, her eyes locked on Elk. Utter betrayal. The weight of suffering crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe. Levi’s scream cut through the air. “How can you do this, Dad?!” Her voice cracked as she turned to Rish, who looked just as shattered. Heartbroken. Aman chuckled, his grip still tight on Alisha’s hair. “Didn’t he already tell you?” Alisha barely heard him. Her gaze was fixed on Alice. She understood Maya’s pain—because she felt it too. Knowing Alice’s father was responsible for her being an orphan? That was one thin