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2025-07-29 08:20:00Irene's POV
I was humming as I walked into our pack’s mansion, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoing like music to my ears. For once, I was in a good mood—a dangerously good mood, the kind that made everyone around me take a few steps back because they didn’t know whether to smile with me or run for cover. The maids scurried to the sides as I breezed past, their eyes darting to the ridiculous grin plastered on my face. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For once, I didn’t care.Today, I felt like I was in control.I barely paused to catch my breath when I reached the second floor. Without knocking, I threw open the heavy wooden door to my father’s study. “Father!” I called out, my voice dripping with the kind of fake sweetness that I knew annoyed him. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had—”I stopped short when I saw him sitting behind his massive oak desk, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his dark, calculating eyes. Oh. He wasn’t smiling. Not
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Irene's POVThe room was a whirlwind of silk, lace, and frustration. Dresses of every color lay sprawled across my bed, shoes scattered like forgotten treasures, and the maids scurried around me like nervous ants. I sat cross-legged on the floor, meticulously unpacking one of my new shopping bags, examining a gold-threaded gown I had bought just that morning.“Are you deaf?!” I snapped at the maid fumbling near the wardrobe. “That’s not how you handle silk! Do you want me to look like a crumpled rag on my date? Oh, wait—you’ve never seen anything finer than your peasant rags, have you?!”The girl flinched, mumbling a soft “sorry, miss,” but it only irritated me further. I stood and snatched the dress from her trembling hands. “Pathetic. Do you know how much this costs? More than your entire miserable life! If you ruin one stitch, I’ll make sure you’re thrown out of this house without a coin.”Another maid who had been arranging my shoes accidentally dropped a pair of
Bitten, Branded And Bare 50
Alpha Baron's POVThe scent of polished wood and burning incense filled the council chamber, blending with the sharp undertone of nerves and authority. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, my gaze sweeping across the faces of the gathered elders and betas. Their expressions were grim, lined with the weight of our recent troubles.The rogue attacks were escalating, and every passing day felt like a warning. They weren’t random strikes anymore—they were calculated, deliberate, and dangerous. Whoever was leading them had enough brains to exploit weaknesses, and the thought alone made my blood simmer.“Reports from the northern border?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, my voice cutting through the quiet room like a whip.Henry, my beta, stood and adjusted the parchment in his hand. “Two more sightings this week, Alpha,” he said, his tone respectful but wary. “The guards believe it’s the same group that hit the southern outposts last month. They’ve grown bold.
Bitten, Branded And Bare 49
Irene's POVI was humming as I walked into our pack’s mansion, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoing like music to my ears. For once, I was in a good mood—a dangerously good mood, the kind that made everyone around me take a few steps back because they didn’t know whether to smile with me or run for cover. The maids scurried to the sides as I breezed past, their eyes darting to the ridiculous grin plastered on my face. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For once, I didn’t care.Today, I felt like I was in control.I barely paused to catch my breath when I reached the second floor. Without knocking, I threw open the heavy wooden door to my father’s study. “Father!” I called out, my voice dripping with the kind of fake sweetness that I knew annoyed him. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had—”I stopped short when I saw him sitting behind his massive oak desk, arms crossed, a storm brewing in his dark, calculating eyes. Oh. He wasn’t smiling. Not
Bitten, Branded And Bare 48
Lisa's POVI don’t think I have ever run that fast in my life. My heart was practically sprinting ahead of me as I bolted down the hallway, my boots pounding against the wooden floorboards. What the hell had I just done? I didn’t even give myself a second to process it; my body moved on pure instinct, like I had just committed a crime and the entire pack was out to arrest me.I kissed Ash.Oh, God. I kissed him.Not just a brush of lips either. No, I had stood there like some deranged idiot, leaning into him, heart hammering as if I was desperate to breathe the same air he did. For a split second, his wolf stirred and I felt something warm and dangerous in his energy, and I… I had liked it.I practically crashed into my room, slammed the door shut, and leaned my back against it like I could hold off the embarrassment clawing at me. I dragged my fingers through my hair, yanking at the strands as though pain could erase the memory. “Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!” I hisse
Bitten, Branded And Bare 47
Beta Ash's POVI didn’t waste any time reporting to Enzo. It wasn’t just my duty as Beta; it was the only way to keep Irene from spinning her own version of events. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Irene thrives on twisting truths into daggers.By the time I walked into Enzo’s study, I had already replayed the horse race and that damned kiss in my head a hundred times. I hated every second of it. Not because it embarrassed me—hell, I’ve been embarrassed in worse ways—but because it left me with this weird taste in my mouth. A mixture of annoyance, guilt, and… something I couldn’t even name.Enzo was leaning over his desk, going through maps and reports when I stepped in. He didn’t even look up when I cleared my throat.“Talk,” he said simply, like I was another report waiting to be filed.“Irene,” I started, tossing the words out like they were poison, “is back. And she’s already making a scene.”That made him look up. “What did she do this time?”
Bitten, Branded And Bare 46
Beta Ash’s POVThe sun wasn’t harsh today, and the wind had just the right kind of bite to keep my thoughts from spiraling. I didn’t come to the stables often unless it was for training or calming my wolf after a mission, but today? I came to breathe. To think. To not think.After what happened earlier in my room, I needed this.The stable boys had already prepped the horses for morning exercises, and I picked mine without much thought. A big, dark gelding with attitude. Perfect match.“Let’s ride, brute,” I muttered as I mounted.The stable yard was empty enough for me to race without spectators. Good. I didn’t feel like dodging curious glances or hearing whispered theories about the Beta going soft or spiraling from stress.I tightened my grip and kicked off.The horse took off like it had been dying to stretch its legs. The rhythm of hooves pounding the earth, the wind howling in my ears, the sharp sting of cool air — it helped. It always helped.F
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