Alpha's Cursed Twain

Celeste’s POVMoonstone Howl PackI cleaned the packhouse floor. My hands moved by themselves, sore and split from cleaning yesterday's grime for hours. My knees hurt, pushing against the tiled floor that cut into my skin. The scent of booze mixed with the faint metallic smell of old blood, the stink of this place, and all it stood for.“Hurry up, Celeste! I'm getting tired of you!” A harsh voice yelled at me from behind. That was Jared. He was the least sober in the pack and was always lazing around. “Did you hear me weirdo?” Jared asked, walking closer to me. I raised my gaze, my blood boiling as his dirty boots stained the tiles I had just scrubbed. “I told you to speed up. Don't tell me you're deaf too?” He yelled. “I'm trying my hardest,” I answered. “Try harder,” he barked, kicking the bucket of soapy water beside me. The dirty water spilled over the floor, ruining hours of work. A knot formed in my throat as I looked at the mess, but I pushed it down. “Sort it out, Twain,

Celeste’s POV“What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.“Are you going to let me in?” he asked.I swallowed. “I’m… sure…yes.”Stepping aside, I made way for him. He walked in like he owned the room. I had never expected him to come here. What the freaking hell did he want?His eyes scanned every inch of my room, and I became scared. “Not bad,” he said, nodding.“Huh?”“You kept the room clean,” he added.Was that him mocking me? Or was I just too serious?“Kaidën,” I called hesitantly. I flinched when his cold gaze snapped to mine. “Um, I mean Alpha Kaidën. What do you want? Did I do something wrong?”“No,” he answered and looked at me. "I wanted to see you."This time, I was confused and held my breath. My eyes widened. Me?“Breathe, Celeste. I'm not here to kill you,” he continued.His gaze roamed over me like I was an object under inspection. I suddenly felt too exposed in my thin nightshirt, my skin still bearing the marks of Elena’s earlier assault.“How badly do you want

Celeste's POVI stood frozen, unable to understand what was going on. “Come,” Killian said. I felt more afraid of him than Kaidën. I swallowed, hesitating before stretching my hand to take his. The moment our hands touched, I felt a spark. I noticed his eyes light up like he felt it too. His long fingers held mine firmly and I shivered. “Do you have anything you would like to take with you?” He asked softly but it felt cold despite his calmness. I looked around, and my eyes rested on Kaidën’s. He looked pissed and could tear me apart in seconds. “Yes, a few of my things,” I answered remembering my father's journal. “Go get them,” Killian instructed and I nodded, and moved my hands but they stayed still. I looked at my hands and Killian finally let go. I ran to my room, packing everything I could find in my small worn-out bag. My eyes caught the journal on the floor and I hastily picked it up and left the room.I returned to Killian and he held my hand and led me out. The men mo

Killian’s POVI never thought a simple dinner would test my control as much as this one did.It wasn’t just the food, though the steak was perfectly seared, or the wine. Neither was it the setting, but her. I had sent the maid to get her and it had been thirty minutes and she wasn't down yet. The door to my study opened, and Celeste walked in.Her sky-blue knee-length dress fitted perfectly on her pale skin and clung to her curves. I held the fork, looking at her shocked as my heart began to beat faster. My mind began to wander to places it shouldn't have. The low heels only made her steps more graceful as she approached, her eyes trained straight ahead, avoiding mine for the most part. She had no idea just how much control she was testing at that moment.She was perfect; too perfect, for a moment like this.I had asked for her presence. It was my rule that she would follow, but I still wasn’t prepared for the way my blood roared when she entered. My eyes snapped to her like a mag

  Celeste's POV:  The Next Morning:  I couldn't sleep all night and was in that bathroom the minute the sun rose. I let the water run down my skin.  It was stupid of me to think I could make it through. The memories of last night flashed back to my mind.  His hands moving up my thighs and his bright blue eyes that were always cold.  Why was I thinking of him? I must be insane.  I shook my head sideways, trying to get the thoughts of him out of my head and turned off the shower.