ВойтиKaela’s POV
The hide door of the healer’s hut opened, letting in a shaft of pale dawn light and the scent of cold earth.
A tall figure stepped inside, Taren.
Rhett’s older brother.
The man who’d always regarded me with distant disapproval, like I was a weakness the pack had to tolerate.
Behind him, Rhett’s voice came smooth and calm, wearing the same mask of tenderness he always did in public.
“Kaela,” he said softly. “You’re awake. Thank the Moon Goddess. Your mate was worried sick.”
Taren’s lips twitched, a faint smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Hey, sweetheart.”
His voice was deep and smooth, with an edge of something darker beneath it. Not affection. Not really. A warning.
I stared at him, my mind racing even as I forced my expression blank.
Dark hair, faintly disheveled. Eyes the color of storm clouds. A faint scar marked his jaw, a remnant of some old battle.
His tunic was black leather and wolf-hide, dusted with ash, his stance alert even in stillness. He radiated danger, control and power.
And underneath all of that, I could feel his wolf. It brushed against my sense, dominant, steady, strong.
My pulse jumped.
Rhett stepped closer to my bedside, his tone too bright. “You remember Taren, don’t you? My brother.”
He glanced at Taren meaningfully, and I caught the silent tension between them.
Before I could answer, Rhett turned toward the hut’s entrance. “And this,” he said, voice honey-sweet, “is Selene.”
Selene entered like she owned the place. Her hair was braided with silver threads, a mark of her Gamma status and her lips curved in a careful smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
My oldest friend. The one who’d managed my family’s lands after my parents’ deaths. The one who’d led me straight into the forest that night.
Her wolf scent filled the air.
I met her gaze. Held it. She didn’t flinch.
I tucked my trembling hands beneath the furs, curling my fingers into fists. The sharp sting of my nails against my palms grounded me.
My wolf shifted restlessly beneath my skin, sensing danger.
Rhett’s voice broke through the silence. “Taren has barely left your side since the attack. He was… devastated.”
I turned to Taren. “You’re… my mate?” I asked softly, letting my voice tremble just enough to sound lost.
His eyes met mine. For a heartbeat, something flickered there, hesitation? Regret? Then, with deliberate calm, he leaned down, brushed his fingers along my cheek, and said,
“Yes, Kaela. I’m your mate. We’ve been together for years.”
The lie slid effortlessly from his lips. He didn’t even blink.
His voice dropped lower. “You were attacked by a lone wolf. You fought hard but hit your head. You’ve been unconscious since.”
His hand lingered at my face. My heart skipped in my chest.
Was he acting too well?
Rhett gave a satisfied smile and patted his brother’s shoulder. “You see? She remembers nothing. The healer said it might come back, but until then…”
He trailed off, eyes softening with false worry. “She should stay somewhere familiar. Somewhere safe.”
Taren pulled a chair closer, sitting beside me. The scrape of its wooden legs across the dirt floor sounded loud in the silence.
We just stared at each other. His wolf energy pressed against mine, heavy and controlled. Mine pushed back, hesitant but there, a flicker of defiance rising inside me.
“You truly don’t remember?” he asked, his tone careful, testing.
I shook my head, adding a faint frown. “Are we really… in love?”
Taren leaned forward slowly, his scent washing over me, cedar smoke and storm air. His gaze didn’t waver.
“Yes,” he said, voice dipping low, almost a growl. “Very much. You and I… we’ve been bound for years. You’re mine, Kaela.”
His hand slid to the back of my neck and before I could think, he kissed me.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle.
It was dominance claiming a fire meant to convince anyone watching.
My breath hitched. The taste of him burned against my lips. My wolf stirred in response, a growl curling low inside my chest. I gasped, clutching the front of his leather tunic.
“Enough!” Rhett’s voice cut through the air, sharp, controlled fury lacing it. “We agreed”
Taren released me slowly, his thumb brushing the edge of my lip where his teeth had grazed it. He didn’t look at his brother.
“Brother,” he said, voice cool and deliberate, “I’m her mate.”
Rhett’s expression twisted, but he didn’t argue. Not here. Not in front of Selene.
The healer entered then, an older wolf with gray-streaked hair and the smell of pine sap. He looked over me briefly, fingers brushing the bandages around my head.
“Her body’s mending well,” he said briskly. “But she’ll need rest and quiet. Familiar ground may help her regain her memory. Her wolf may remember before she does.”
Rhett’s jaw tightened. Taren’s eyes flicked to mine again, unreadable.
After the healer left, Taren straightened and spoke to Rhett. “You heard him. She’ll recover better somewhere calm. My den is secluded. She’ll be safe there.”
Rhett’s smile faltered. “Your den?”
“Unless you want the elders to think you doubt my bond with her,” Taren said smoothly.
A low growl rumbled in Rhett’s chest, but he forced it down. “Fine.”
Taren leaned closer to me, his voice barely above a whisper. “Rest now, sweetheart. I’ll take care of everything.”
I managed a small, trusting smile. “Alright.”
They filed out one by one, Rhett first, then Selene, her eyes lingering on me for half a heartbeat too long, lips still twisted into that polished smile.
The moment the door flap fell shut behind them, silence pressed down around me like a weight.
I waited until their footsteps faded completely.
Then I opened my eyes fully.
My body was trembling, but not from weakness. From rage.
I reached under the furs, my fingers closing around the small communicator stone I kept hidden, faintly glowing, faintly pulsing. My heart slammed against my ribs as I activated it.
Messages scrolled across its faint light-script. Bank transfers. Ownership seals. Legal stamps.
Every account under my name emptied. Every property seal was reassigned.
The last transfer had been made the morning after the attack.
My pulse roared in my ears.
They’d taken everything.
I scrolled to the bottom, where a message from my steward blinked.
Kaela, Selene came with Rhett and lawyers. They said it was your wish. They carried scrolls with your signature.
She’s taken full control of your lands until after your mating ceremony. Please return soon, or we’ll lose everything.
My throat closed.
Those seals controlled my pack’s mines, the silver veins that powered our territory’s wards.
Keeping out cosmic hazards and the systemic failures that corrode starships from the inside out. Without them, our aerospace firm has nothing..
I clenched the communicator until it cracked, light splintering through my fingers.
“Bastards,” I hissed.
My wolf surged against my ribs, furious.
They thought I was powerless. That I was still the wolfless daughter of a dead Alpha.
But they forgot one thing.
Even a silent wolf still had teeth.
Kaela’s POVMateo was still too close to the window when the door slammed open. I turned fast, and Taren stood in the doorway.His Alpha power filled the room right away. Mateo stayed still, but his eyes narrowed as he watched. Taren looked at Mateo first, then at me. He crossed the room fast and grabbed my hand.“You’re coming with me,” he said.His grip was firm. I opened my mouth to speak, but he already started pulling me toward the door. “Taren, wait,” I said, because I could feel how close he was to losing control. He didn’t slow down.We reached the doorway, and the hallway filled at once. Amélie appeared first. Two guards came with her, both blocking the space in front of Taren. Their hands were raised like they were ready to stop him by force. Amélie’s eyes went straight to my hand in his. Her smile was sharp.“So,” she said, “you really can’t control yourself.”Taren tried to step past her. A guard shifted in front of him. Another stepped to the side, closing the gap. Taren’
Kaela’s POVI didn’t go far after I pushed Taren away. I walked down the darker hallway, but I could still hear the auction behind me, music, laughter, the host calling numbers, glasses clinking. It felt wrong, like the yacht was treating real problems like a party.My chest still hurt from the bond, so I kept my breathing slow and my face flat so no one could read me. I hated that I had to act calm while my wolf stayed tense inside me.Footsteps followed behind me, steady and controlled. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Mateo’s scent came first, clean and sharp, like he wanted me to notice him before he even spoke.“Kaela,” he said.I stopped and turned my head slightly. “What?”Mateo came closer, but he didn’t touch me. He watched my face like he was checking how much I could take before I snapped.“You’re making mistakes tonight,” he said.“Don’t talk like you own my choices,” I replied.He didn’t flinch. “I don’t. But I know what Eleanor is doing. I know what she plans ne
Kaela’s POVI left the main room and walked fast toward the bathroom. I kept my face calm as I passed people, even though my chest felt tight. The mate-bond kept pulling at me, and I didn’t want anyone to notice. I didn’t stop to greet anyone. I didn’t look around for Taren. If I searched, people would read my face.The bathroom was bright and quiet. I went straight to the sink and held the edge with both hands. I looked down and took a few slow breaths. I splashed cold water on my wrists and stayed there until my pulse slowed. The bond still hurt, but I forced my shoulders down and kept my jaw loose. Tension shows, even when you try to hide it.The door opened behind me.I looked up into the mirror. Amélie stepped inside and shut the door. She didn’t act surprised to find me there. She leaned against the door like she came on purpose, like she was waiting for a private moment.“Running away?” she asked.I turned to face her. “Move,” I said. “I’m not here for you.”Amélie smiled, but
Kaela’s POVMateo stepped onto the stage like he belonged there.The women who had been bidding earlier shifted back. Even the host paused for a moment, like he didn’t know whether to introduce Mateo or stay quiet.I watched Mateo’s shoulders, his hands, and the way he stood near Taren without looking at him. He wasn’t here to flirt. He was here to take control of the room.Astra stirred inside me and spoke in a low warning voice. “The pup is now a King of Shadows.”I didn’t answer out loud. I kept my face steady and my eyes on the stage. My heart was beating fast, but I forced my posture to stay calm. If I looked shaken, the wolves around me would notice.Mateo reached the center of the stage. He glanced down at the crowd once, then looked toward the host as if waiting for the next step. The host cleared his throat and tried to bring back his cheerful tone.“And now,” the host said, “we have another—”Mateo cut him off with a small lift of his hand. Not rude, just firm. The host stop
Kaela’s POVThe yacht felt more crowded the longer I stood there. Taren was still on the stage under bright lights, still surrounded by eyes that treated him like a prize. The host kept talking, the bids kept rising, and the crowd kept smiling as if this was a normal game.But Taren wasn’t playing. His stare stayed fixed on Mateo and me. The growl he gave earlier was still low and clear. It was meant for Mateo.Mateo stood beside me like he belonged there. The black card stayed between his fingers. He didn’t put it away. He didn’t step back. He watched me like he expected me to choose in front of everyone.I didn’t reach for the card.My attention went back to the stage because I saw movement at the edge of the crowd.A woman pushed through people without apology. She moved fast, like she was late to something she believed was hers. She ran straight to the steps of the stage and called out, loud enough for people to turn.“Luen!”The word sounded like an order.Taren’s head turned tow
Kaela’s POVThe yacht smelled like strong Alphas the moment I stepped aboard.It wasn’t subtle. The smell mixed with expensive cologne and salty sea air. Every hallway, lounge, and staircase had wolves standing too close, laughing too loud, and looking around like they owned the place.I adjusted the green dress I wore and kept my face calm. I chose this color because it made my skin look good and my eyes look sharper. I didn’t want to look soft tonight. I came for answers, not approval.Still, the moment I saw the stage, my stomach tightened.Taren stood there. He wore black, simple and neat. His posture was still, like he was watching the room instead of being watched.But the women didn’t care about his focus. They circled him like he was something for sale. Their dresses were tight, and their eyes didn’t hide what they wanted. They looked at him like he wasn’t a man, like he was a prize.I walked closer and stopped near the edge of the crowd, far enough to watch, but close enough







