LOGINMia's POV
I wake up in a white room and the light is blinding that I have to close my eyes for a while to get used to the light.
I then open them slowly and look at the white ceiling.
I think this is heaven because I always picture heaven being all flowers and the houses being white.
Maybe this is my house in the mansion of heaven.
I then hear someone breathing beside me and I turn my head.
There is a girl who is sleeping. She is waiting on a stool and then laying her head on the bed and supporting her head with her hands.
I then look around and that's when I realised that I am not in heaven, not unless heaven has a hospital and the smell of medicine and disinfectant.
I sigh in disappointment when I realise that I am still alive and most probably still in Silent Blues Pack.
I can't live in the pack anymore.
I would rather die than do that.
I then make a decision; I will run away.
I better jump in the lake again than live in that place again.
I can't keep on healing and then getting beaten again.
Now that I have my wolf, I will go rogue.
I stand from the bed and realise that I am strong enough.
I can walk and since I can't see my dress, the hospital gown will do.
I look at the girl who is still sleeping and know that she has been sent to make sure that I don't run away.
I then tiptoe and take the jacket that is on the chair and hold it and then tiptoe to the door and open it slowly.
I open the door with my eyes on the girl so that I don't wake her up.
I then start walking outside as I pull the door and I am met by a block.
That's when I turny head and lift my eyes.
There is this very tall person and I can't even see his face.
I walk backwards and then look at him again.
There is this very tall gorgeous man standing there and then… oh, there is two of them.
I feel my heart jolt and then I don't know what to do or say.
They are breathtaking.
Compared to me, I am a joke.
They are wearing blue jean trousers with black sneakers and white t-shirts.
They look like models and I think that they are lost although I wouldn't mind then getting lost in my heart.
I realised that I am ogling and I avert my gaze and clear my throat.
That's when I realize that I am perched but I can't move.
Another fear rises in me, could Silent Blues Pack have sold me to these men?
My heart jolts and tears start falling without me controlling them because I don't want to go through any more pain.
“Are you okay? Why are you crying?" They enquire together as they all come towards me.
I flinch when one touches me and he lets go.
“Daisy Fiato!” One of them calls angrily and the girl who was sleeping jolts awake and rubs her eyes.
“Oh, brother, you are here? Why are you shouting?" She asks and then looks at me.
“Oh my goodness! She's awake! You are awake!
How are you feeling?
Come, come and sit down. You must eat something. I know you are angry," she fusses over me and I let her guide me.
I don't even realise what she's doing to me because my mind is still stuck where she was called Daisy Fiato.
Is this the famous princess of the Fiato Kingdom?
I can't believe that she is here before me.
I look at her and she's as beautiful as her brothers.
“I am Daisy. Can you talk? What's your name?" She asks and I can't speak.
I am dumbstruck because I can't believe that I am in the presence of my idol.
I have always heard about Daisy Fiato and I have never, even in my dreams, thought that I would meet her one day face to face.
“Can't she speak?" One of the twins asks.
I know that they are twins because they are identical.
They are like the same person twice and it is hard to tell who is who.
"I… ahem… I can talk. I am Mia," I say and they all smile and my goodness! I am blinded.
A nurse comes in carrying a tray and I didn't see any of them call anyone but who cares.
She takes my vitals and as she is fussing with this and that in my body, a doctor comes in and checks the chart.
“How are you feeling… errm…”
"Mia,” Daisy offers.
"...Mia. How are you feeling?” The doctor asks me.
" All.. ahem… all better doctor," I say.
The doctor and the nurse finish with me and as they walk out, the twins follow them.
“We will be right outside," one says and I wonder why they are reporting.
“Mia, you don't have to worry. We won't hurt you.
My brothers found you in the sea and they saved you.
So, do not worry and you can tell me if you want anything,” Daisy says and I feel like a huge boulder has been lifted off of my shoulders.
"Thank you," I whisper and take the soup she has given me.
She got it from a hot pot that was at the bedside table and it smells heavenly.
“My mom was here and she dropped it in case you woke up.
You can't eat solid food and we have to start it slow.
Eat and then you and I will go and buy clothes for you then we can know each other.
What do you say?” She says and I wonder why she is so nice to me but I can't refuse her and so, I just nod.
The two come in as I take the soup and they sit on the couch in the room with their long legs outstretched as if they have nowhere else to be.
“Don't you two have an empire to run?” Daisy asks them and they both look at her together like programmed robots.
"No. Dad is still king," they say together and I find it funny and can't help but snicker and they all turn to look at me.
I feel embarrassed and bury my head in the soup pretending that I am not there.
They are so cute.
Do you think it's a crime to pinch a grown man's cheeks?
MiaThe world feels… quiet. Not the kind of quiet that comes after devastation. No. This quiet is warm, gentle and alive.It hums with something I’ve never truly known before: Peace.I sit by the wide window of our chambers, the morning light spilling over my skin like a blessing, and for the first time in what feels like forever, my heart is not racing toward the next disaster. It’s simply… full.In my arms, two tiny bodies shift, soft breaths brushing against my skin in uneven little puffs. I glance down, my lips curving before I can stop them.They look so alike, so impossibly alike. Two identical little faces, both peaceful in sleep, both wrapped in soft blankets that the pack women insisted on making themselves. Their tiny fists curl and uncurl like they’re grasping dreams I can’t yet see.My children.Our children.A breath catches in my throat, and I press a kiss to the crown of one tiny head… then the other.“We made it,” I whisper.The words feel fragile, like if I say them t
The world had once feared what she would become. Now, it would learn to live under her light.MiaPain. It is the first thing I know.Not sharp. Not fleeting. It's endless.It crashes through me in waves, each one stronger than the last, dragging breath from my lungs and leaving me trembling in its wake. My fingers clutch the sheets beneath me, twisting fabric into fists as another contraction tears through my body.“Breathe, Mia… breathe…”Frynn’s voice.Steady, grounding and I cling to it.Brynn is on my other side, his hand wrapped tightly around mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles in a rhythm that almost, almost, pulls me back from the edge of the storm raging inside me.“I am breathing,” I gasp, though it comes out broken, uneven.Another wave builds. I feel it before it hits, deep, rising and unstoppable.My entire body tenses and then it crashes. I cry out, the sound ripped from somewhere primal, something older than magic, older than power. My wolf stirs beneath the pain
BrynnIt begins with a scream. Not of pain alone but of something ancient being torn open.I am already awake when it happens.The bond drags me from sleep like a blade across my spine sharp, immediate and undeniable. One moment there is darkness, the quiet breath of night in the castle, and the next, fire.Not mine. Hers.“Mia…”I am on my feet before the name fully leaves my mouth, Frynn crashing through the adjoining doors at the same time, eyes wild, chest heaving as if he had been the one running.We don’t speak.We don’t need to.The bond is a living thing now, threaded between the three of us, pulsing with her pain, her fear, her strength.Her labor.Another scream tears through the castle, echoing off the stone walls, shaking something deep in my bones and the world answers.The ground trembles beneath our feet.Frynn’s head snaps toward the window. “Do you feel that?”“I feel everything,” I rasp.We move together, pushing through the doors into her chambers and the air hits u
MiaThe ring settles on my finger like it belongs there. Like it always has. It's warm. It's alive. It's steady. I stare at it for a moment longer than I mean to, watching how it catches the firelight. Gold melting into silver, into something softer, something almost… breathing.Then Frynn’s hand closes over mine. Brynn’s follows. Three hands. One pulse and just like that, the tension breaks.“Now…” the Old One says, his voice carrying just enough authority to quiet the space for a heartbeat. Then, louder, almost amused… “let us make merry.”It happens all at once. A single howl splits the air. Then another. And another. Until the sound rises, layered, wild and unrestrained, echoing across the mountains like a living thing finally set free.I feel it in my chest. In my bones. In the bond. Joy.Raw. Untamed. Shared.The field transforms before my eyes. Torches flare brighter, flames dancing higher as if they too have been waiting for this moment. Lanterns are lit in quick succession,
MiaI feel them before I see them.Thousands.No, more.The valley breathes with them.It rises beneath my feet as I step onto the stone path carved into the mountain’s heart, the air alive with something I cannot name but somehow understand. It hums through my veins, answering the power that has never truly settled inside me.Not since that night.Not since I became… this.The Hybrid Queen.The name still feels foreign in my mind but not in the world because today, the world has come to see it.The valley stretches wide beneath an open sky, cradled by mountains that touch the heavens. It is sacred ground, older than the kingdoms, older than the wars, older than the hatred that once divided wolves and witches and today, it belongs to us.To me.I swallow as I take another step forward. The path opens and I see them.Packs.Endless packs.They fill the valley like a living tide, wolves from Fiato, of course, but beyond them… others. Packs I have never seen. Territories I have only hear
BrynnI have faced war. I have stood in blood-soaked fields, watched kingdoms bend, felt the weight of crowns and decisions that could end lives with a word. None of it, none of it has ever undone me the way she does now.Mia stands at the edge of the dais, the night wrapped around her like something alive. The valley winds move through her hair, silver strands catching the moonlight, glowing faintly as if the sky itself has marked her as its own.She is quiet. Not fragile. Never fragile. But… still. And that stillness unnerves me more than any battle ever has.Frynn leans beside me, arms crossed, but I can feel him the same way I feel my own heartbeat now, through the bond that ties the three of us together in ways I still don’t fully understand.He is restless. Nervous. Trying not to show it.“She’s thinking too much again,” he mutters under his breath.I almost smile.“She’s allowed to,” I reply quietly because she is.After everything she’s survived… everything she’s become… She i
MiaThe warmth that cocooned me when I opened my eyes was unlike anything I had ever known in all my life. A steady rhythm pulsed against my back, another in front of me, like I was caught between two heartbeats, two anchors holding me steady. Brynn’s arm draped lazily over my waist, his breath war
MiaSteam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bath, wrapping the thick hotel robe around me. The terry cloth was soft, smelling faintly of lavender detergent, and for the first time in years I felt… light and happy. It was as if the heat of the water had peeled away not just the grime of
MiaThe night air was thick with whispers and my mind was in chaos.From the balcony of the suite the twins had secured for me, I could still hear them: rumors snaking through the Crimson Pack Mansion like wildfire. The great Agatha was humiliated. The proud Josiah exposed. The golden pedestal on w
MiaI didn't feel anything.Not nostalgia, not bad for the way they had treated me, nothing.It was all air to me.If it weren't for my mates insisting that we go back to my pack and let them know that I was well, I wouldn't have bothered. Why bother with people who didn't bother about me?Agatha's







