Kieran’s Point Of View
When I first heard from my gossip friend, Miriam, that Alpha Colten wanted everyone in the pack to gather in a white fur square to witness the Moon Goddess’ revelation of his mate under the glare of the full moon, I couldn’t believe her words.
Alpha Colten lost his luna only a year ago, and judging by how close the couple had been in the past years before the luna’s demise, and the story of their strong love for each other from childhood till they marked each other, I couldn’t imagine he could sprout from his grief and decide he was getting himself a new mate.
Come on, that gossip was the worst I’ve heard so far. I’ve heard too much gossip from Mirian, but trust me, I believed every one of them because, unlike me, the lowest of the low-lives who serve in the palace, Mirian, backed by her uncle’s influence, was the alpha’s cup bearer.
She knew everything happening in the throne room, in the upper chambers, in the Elders’ court, but I still did not believe this one gossip until now.
How invitations flew so fast was something I thought I should be wary of. Maybe, every notable person in our pack and other packs beyond ours believed that Alpha Colten should not perish in his grief. They seemed to have all advised him to do the needful and move on. Hence, their massive turn-up.
I could recognize a few of the foreign bigwigs who were present. There was the tall one known as the Frost. His real name according to Mirian was Alpha Alfred of White Lake pack.
And the other one with a scar on the face was Alpha Rogan of Oakwood Pack.
I could pick him out easily because he was the youngest of the alphas. And Mirian was usually particular about him. She always spoke of how chaotic his rise to the throne of Alpha was because his uncle wanted to lay claim to the throne room of Oakwood pack after his father’s demise.
Trust me, Mirian is a good storyteller. I bet if you heard from her lips how the chaos started and dropped from climax to denouement, you’d sure be marveled.
That’s the reason why she was particular about him. As for the rest, I know nothing about them because, either I’ve not seen them before, or Mirian never said anything about them.
Anyways, Mirian was not anywhere in sight as we filed into White Fur Square. It was the biggest gathering space in our territory and had served many public functions like the crowning of a new alpha, marking of mates, and declaration of war.
But the square has one problem and one wicked law. The entrance is slim and we all must file in through it by our ranks. I’m an omega, so, I was among the last set to file in when the bell to file rang.
In the square, everyone was meant to take seats, but trust me, there was none to take. Alpha Colten, on the other hand, was already waiting in the high place with the priest of the moon goddess, Rasputin, beside him.
William, his beta, stood below the high place, with ten gammas posted around the high place. The alphas of the packs beyond ours stepped forward and formed a web around the high place. They were about ten in number.
I looked around to find Mirian, but I couldn’t find her. Had she been in the square, she would have walked up to me and whispered in my ears the names of the alphas and what they were known for, except the two I knew already.
But having seen she was nowhere to be found, I had to focus, but not until I felt something bite down on my belly and bring me down to my knees.
A sudden cry left my lips, and everyone’s eyes drifted towards me as I covered my mouth with both hands and made to stand upright again but it bit down once more and to make it worse, I felt a strong scent surround me and fill my nostrils, like someone had singled me out so that I would perceive no other scent but his.
I clenched my teeth and held my belly with both hands to subdue the pain. I couldn’t stand upright anymore, and every one stopped looking up to the high place and turned to me with strong disgust on their face.
I was disrupting the event, and I didn’t notice that until the chants on the high place stopped.
Rasputin, the priest, seemed to have been disturbed by my quiet, painful moans. He rang the bell from the high place, and everyone’s attention, including mine, returned to him.
“The Moon Goddess has done it!” he roared, his voice hoarse and void of mercy.
The square broke into a strong murmur, and everyone parted from me. It was then I realized how long and vast the path to the high place was. I had somehow thought it was that close when we entered the square, but now, it seemed too long as everyone parted from me.
Third Person POVThe palace didn’t feel like the cold, echoey place it used to be. Not anymore.Now it breathed, it laughed. The floors that once carried only the heavy steps of guards now rattled under the stampede of little feet. The walls, which had heard more orders and arguments than anything else, now soaked up squeals, giggles, and the occasional crash when something breakable met its doom. No one really minded much, because every bit of chaos came wrapped in joy.Kieran had lost count of the times she’d been in the middle of something serious, going over supply lists with the steward, hearing a patrol report, only to stop when she heard that piercing giggle from somewhere in the halls, followed by Colten’s deep, booming laugh. Every single time, without fail, her lips curved up. She didn’t even fight it anymore.The Blue Ridge pack had gotten used to it too.It wasn’t strange now for a warrior mid-report to pause as a little girl with crooked braids ran through the council cha
Kieran’s Point Of View It felt surreal, standing right in the center of the white fur square, where me and Colten’s story began, every pair of eyes in the Blue Ridge pack fixed on me, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel small.The old me would’ve been a mess of nerves. I’d be fidgeting with my sleeves, keeping my head down so no one could see the shake in my hands, just praying I could blend into the background and get it over with. I remember that girl so clearly, the quiet omega who barely spoke above a whisper, who thought making herself invisible was the safest way to exist.But that girl wasn’t here anymore.Now, I stood with my shoulders back and my chin lifted just as Laura Maria taught me again two days to the wedding. I felt the weight of the moment without letting it crush me. The gown draped soft and heavy over my legs, the fabric whispering against my skin with every breath. Somewhere behind me, I could hear my children’s laughter, bright, unfiltered joy that
Kieran’s Point Of View I’d always thought fear had a taste, bitter, metallic, like the tang of blood in your mouth. Turns out, it has a weight too. It sits on your chest, crushing, squeezing until your breaths feel like they might just snap your ribs from the inside.Eight pairs of eyes watched me, wide and unblinking. My babies. My octuplets. Huddled together on the cold concrete floor, their hands clinging to mine like they could anchor themselves to safety through me. I wanted to tell them it was okay. I wanted to promise them we’d get out. But the truth? My mouth was too dry to speak, and I didn’t trust my voice not to crack.Selina paced in front of us, her heels clicking against the floor in a rhythm that felt like it was counting down to something terrible. Her face, gods, that smug face, was the picture of satisfaction. She’d won something, at least in her head.“You know,” she said finally, stopping just close enough for me to smell the expensive perfume clinging to her skin
Colten’s Point Of View I used to think happiness was a prize you got for surviving hell.Like one day you’d wake up and boom you’d cross some invisible finish line where the bad days stayed locked behind you. That the universe owed you some neat, shining reward for all the times you’d been dragged through the dirt.Turns out, it’s nothing like that.Happiness doesn’t slam into you like a hurricane. It trickles in.It’s quieter. Slower. It’s Sunday morning pancakes with too much syrup because Gabriel “accidentally” tipped the bottle. It’s the sound of eight kids in the backyard, shrieking like wild animals while Kieran calls from the kitchen for them to keep it down, knowing full well they won’t.It’s her voice, half amused and half annoyed, telling me I was “fine, but don’t burn the eggs.”It’s… life.Not the kind I used to chase with teeth bared, but something softer. And I’d been living in it for months now.Every day, I felt it taking root, not just in me, but in her. She’d let me
Kieran’s Point Of View I’d told him co-parenting wasn’t a gift, it was a responsibility. I’d meant it, too.So when Colten agreed without argument, without trying to push for more, part of me had been… surprised. Suspicious, even.Because Colten used to push. Always. For control, for answers, for his way.But the thing about suspicion is, it’s hard to hold onto when the other person keeps showing up.Literally.Within two weeks, he’d found a place ten minutes away from my brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. Not some flashy penthouse or sprawling estate with glass walls and an elevator, Colten could afford that, sure, but a quiet townhome. A real home. The kind with scuffed wooden floors and a big enough kitchen for eight little people to sit around a table and drip syrup onto pancakes. He didn’t even tell me until the lease was signed.“I wanted to be close,” he’d said when I asked why. “Close enough to be there when they need me. Or when you need me.”I’d ignored that last part. Pretend
Kieran’s Point Of View The office was too quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet, either, the kind that makes your shoulders tense and your skin feel a size too small. I’d been reading through a contract, halfway through making a note in the margin, when the stillness hit me. In New York, silence isn’t neutral. It’s a warning.Then came the knock. Two sharp taps. No pause in between. Confident. Decisive.I didn’t need to guess. I’d felt him long before the sound reached my ears.“Come in,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t betray the sudden sprint of my pulse.Colten stepped inside, and… he looked different, like someone had put a thousand pounds on his back and told him to keep walking. There was a heaviness in his eyes that didn’t used to be there.He stayed by the door, and I stayed behind my desk. My safe space. My barricade.“Kieran,” he said finally.Damn it. My name in his voice, it was a tug I didn’t want, didn’t need.“What do you want, Colten?” I kept it clipped. Professional.