Naya has always been the pack's wolfless outcast—a deviant blamed for everything wrong, even seducing her sister's boyfriend. On a not so cheerful Christmas holiday, when her family's patience snaps, they conspire to cast her out. But Naya's fiery spirit catches the attention of Alpha Kieran, a powerful leader with an infuriating knack for seeing through her defenses. Amid the chaos, Naya's uncontrollable heat leads her to a passionate night with a mysterious man—only to later discover he's Kieran, the Alpha King feared for his ruthless reputation and revered as a billionaire tycoon in the human world. When Kieran discovers Naya is the mother of his children, his determination to claim his mate and family ignites an explosive battle of wills. As tension escalates, betrayal and misunderstandings force Naya to flee, culminating in a devastating car accident that nearly destroys everything. Yet Naya rises stronger than ever, carving a new life for herself among humans. But when a new man enters her life, Kieran's primal possessiveness awakens, and he refuses to let her go. Caught between two worlds and two men, Naya must navigate treacherous power plays, love, and her own transformation. Will Kieran's relentless pursuit shatter her independence, or will Naya's courage rewrite the destiny she was never supposed to have?
view moreIsadora's povThe following day, my father stayed for breakfast.Kieran was uncharacteristically quiet, his sharp eyes flickering toward my father every few minutes. He wasn’t a fool—he knew my father rarely visited, and when he did, it wasn’t for casual conversation.Julian sat stiffly in his chair, pushing eggs around his plate with his fork. He had barely eaten since the food was served arrived, and every time he sensed eyes on him, he shrank a little more.My father noticed.He smiled at him. “You’re not eating much.”Julian’s grip on his fork tightened, but he looked up at him.I held my breath.Kieran set down his own fork, watching the exchange carefully.My father chuckled lightly. “That’s alright. You must not be a breakfast person.”Julian grimaced a little at that, which made my father laugh harder. Julian's face twitched in a slight smile he hid behind his fork.I didn’t like how Kieran’s fingers curled slightly against the table.My father picked up his napkin, dabbing
Isadora’s POVThe morning was already off to a terrible start.I had barely slept, not because I felt guilty—guilt was a useless emotion—but because I knew what was coming. My father wasn’t the kind of man who overlooked mistakes; I had made one. A big one.He was coming today to fix it.I sat in the grand sitting room, my tea untouched as I waited. The manor was quiet, but my nerves weren’t. I had sent the staff to ensure everything was in order, that Julian was kept occupied, and, most importantly, to keep Kieran away from this meeting. He had a council gathering today—an opportunity I wouldn’t waste.My father arrived precisely on time.The front doors swung open, and he stepped inside as if he owned the place.He was a man who commanded respect effortlessly. Even at his age, he was an imposing man.He removed his gloves slowly, eyes sweeping the room before settling on me. “Isadora.”I stood, smoothing out my dress and offering a polite nod. “Father,” I said sweetly.There wa
Tobias's POV The problem was getting worse.At first, I thought it was just the usual trauma—the kind any child would have after going through what he did. The fear, the silence, the nightmares. It all made sense.But now?Now, I wasn’t sure.The kid’s behaviour wasn’t just trauma. It was… wrong.He barely let Naya hold him.He flinched when she spoke too loudly.And worst of all—He kept asking to go home.Like he thought this wasn’t home.I had spent the last week doing everything I could to keep Naya calm, to make her believe that everything was fine, that her son’s sudden ability to speak after months of being mute was nothing but a miracle.But she wasn’t stupid.And I was running out of excuses.I stepped onto the small apartment balcony, phone in hand, and exhaled sharply. The night air was incredible, and the city was quiet except for the occasional hum of traffic below.I didn’t want to make this call.I ran a hand down my face.“It’s Aiden,” I muttered. “Something’s…off.”A
Isadora's POVThe doctor left immediately after, understandably unsettled.I was still deep in thought when the door opened again.Kieran stepped inside, his face tired, his eyes shadowed.He looked at me first, then at the boy, frowning slightly. “What’s wrong?”I blinked. “What?”“You’re pale as a sheet.” His brows furrowed. “did something happen while I was gone?”I hesitated.Then, without missing a beat, I put on my best heartbroken mother's face, letting my lip tremble slightly.“It’s nothing,” I murmured, my voice thick. “I just… It’s hard seeing him like this.”I glanced at the boy, softening my tone.“Our poor little Julian.”Kieran exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He looked utterly drained, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion.He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on. It’s time to leave.”I nodded, smoothing out my dress and breathing a sigh of relief.Kieran turned and, telegraphing his movements, gently picked up Julian, shushing the boy when he whim
Kieran's POVBy the time I got him settled into the car, his resistance had died down to nothing more than a stubborn sulk.I shut the door gently, resting my hands against the frame, exhaling slowly.Then, without warning—A sharp wave of emotion slammed into me.I gripped the car door tighter, squeezing my eyes shut.Naya.I had spent years trying to forget her. Trying to erase every trace of her from my life.But no matter how much I tried, she was still there.In the boy sitting in the car, curled up in silence.In the ache in my chest that never quite went away.In the memories that haunted me when I was alone.She had left me.She had abandoned us.She had walked away and never looked back.And I—I had never forgiven her for it.A quiet, shaky breath escaped me. I pressed my forehead against the car door, trying to regain my composure.Then, after a long moment, I wiped my face with the back of my hand, squared my shoulders—And got in the car.Taking another deep breath I was
Kieran's POVI wasn’t going to rely on guesswork.I needed a professional.Dr Holden arrived the following day. He was an older man with greying hair and a kind of calm, unreadable expression that made it impossible to express his thoughts. He was a child psychologist, the best in his field, and if anyone could figure out what was going on, it was him.I stood off to the side, watching as he carefully approached the bed where Julian sat.“Hello, Julian,” he said gently. “My name is Dr. Holden. I’m here to help.”Julian’s fingers curled a little tighter around the blanket.Dr. Holden crouched slightly, keeping his voice slow and measured. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”Nothing. The boy didn’t even blink. He just shuffled closer to the wall and sniffled.Dr. Holden glanced at me before continuing, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk yet. I know this situation is very confusing. But I promise you’re safe.”Still nothing.Dr. Holden straightened, adjusting his glasses. “It’s s
Kieran’s POVThe drive back to the manor was tense.Julian sat in the back seat, bundled in a thick blanket, his small form pressed into the leather upholstery. His hands were tucked into his lap, gripping the fabric of his new clothes like a lifeline.He hadn’t said a word.Not when they changed him.Not when they wrapped him in the blanket.Not when I had crouched in front of him and told him we were going home.His silence wasn’t normal.The boy I remembered—the son that was kidnapped just three days ago—was never this quiet. He was small but fierce and stubborn, always asking questions and always challenging even the biggest of warriors.But this child?This child was barely breathing.I watched him from the front seat, my fingers drumming against my knee. His eyes were glassy unfocused, darting around the car like he was mapping an escape route. His body was tense, stiff as a board like he expected something to hurt him at any second.Every few minutes, his hands would tremble,
Agent Callum’s POVI knew this mission was going to be a pain in the ass the second we grabbed the kid.It should have been simple—retrieve the Alpha’s long-lost son, clean him up, hand him over, and be done with it. A textbook recovery operation.But from the moment we brought the kid in, nothing felt right.We had dumped him on the medical cot as soon as we arrived, letting the pack healer do her thing. He was a mess—dirty, bruised, his tiny body curled in on itselfThe woman ran a hand over him, checking for wounds. “Mild concussion,” she murmured. “No serious injuries.”Good. That meant he’d be fit to see the Alpha soon, and we could be done with this.But then the kid woke up.And all hell broke loose.---His eyes fluttered open, dark lashes blinking slowly.At first, he just stared at the ceiling, his small face scrunched up in confusion. Then his nose twitched, and his expression shifted—wariness, unease. His fingers twitched against the blanket.Then his eyes flickered to u
Naya’s POVThe morning had been a mess of anxiety.I told myself it was expected that every mother worried about their child’s first day of school and that every parent felt that crushing ache when they had to let go. But deep down, I knew this was different.I wasn’t just any mother. Aiden wasn’t just any child.I had already lost a son before.And I had spent years fearing it would happen again.Tobias had tried to reassure me, standing solid beside me as we waved Aiden off to school. I had barely slept the night before, checking and rechecking his backpack, ensuring his clothes were perfect, and giving him too many hugs.Now, standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee I wasn’t drinking, I stared blankly at the clock. Each minute stretched, clawing at my nerves.Tobias watched me from the couch, legs stretched out, arms crossed, pretending to read a newspaper. He hadn’t turned a page in ten minutes.“You can’t sit at the window all day,” he said.I scowled. “I’m not sitting at the
Naya's Point of ViewThe clock’s slow ticking was pure torture for me, each minute stretching like eternity. I sat on my chair, my grip tightening on the desk. Sweat trickled down my forehead, my fingers trembling as I fought hard to retain my composure. I could hear my wolf cry out in my brain… Let me out!This shouldn't be happening. The lecture hall was filled with the hum of the air conditioner, which did little to reduce the heat my body was currently generating. My wolf wasn't ready to back down. She wanted to take over and run wild, but it's forbidden. I couldn't focus. My mind was stuck within this inner battle, and I hated it. My depressant shot wasn't due for another week, but my body didn't care about the schedule. Neither did my wolf... The strong scent of my pheromones wafted through the air, mingling with the sweat that trickled down every student close to me. It might be not so noticeable to human students but when it came to werewolves like me, that was another...
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