LOGIN"I hate him." I hate the way he fucks me. I hate how my body still opens for him every time he pins me down and takes what he wants.Me and Miles Silvermane were born to be enemies. Rival hockey captains. Princes of packs that have been trying to kill each other for generations. On the ice we try to destroy each other. Off the ice, he shoves me against walls, bites my throat, and claims me like I already belong to him.It started as hate sex. Now it’s an addiction. He marks me. He owns me. He makes me beg and then takes me apart until I can’t think.Then I wake up after three days in a coma with a fated mate bond burned into me. And the whole world knows I’ve been fucking the enemy.Now Miles doesn’t just want my body. He wants everything. And the man I was supposed to hate is ready to burn packs to the ground to keep me.
View MoreKada’s pov
I stepped out of my room late at night to grab some water, but what I saw in the living room made my heart sink.
My father, the legendary warrior once known as the greatest Alpha in history, sat quietly, staring at a framed picture of my mother and her wolf.
It was a gift he had made for her when she was still a teenager, and the way he gazed at it, lost in thought, made me realize how much he still missed her.
My mother’s loss during the attack had changed him forever. He was never the same after that, and seeing him so broken made me feel helpless.
I tiptoed behind him and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders in a comforting embrace.
“Hey, princess. What are you doing up this late?” he asked gently, reaching for my hand and kissing the back of it.
He pulled me onto his lap like he used to when I was a little girl. “I just came down for some water. And you? Why are you sitting here all alone, Alpha Thor?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He gave me a sad smile. “You know I’m not the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack anymore, Kaida. Don’t call me that,” he said softly.
I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his sadness. “Thank you, Dad, for choosing us, your family over a title. But I promise you, one day, I will reclaim our pack and restore your honor as the greatest Alpha.”
He smiled at me, and we chatted for a while before heading back to our rooms.
The next day, training was intense but fun. I enjoyed the thrill of sparring with our warriors and testing my skills.
Jason, one of my friends and a fellow warrior, joked around as usual. “Hey baby girl, how about fighting the three best warriors today?” “Ooh come on, why do you all make this daughter of a fallen alpha feel so important?” one of the warriors suggested with a grin, but before I could respond, a deep growl rumbled from behind us.
Everyone immediately bared their necks in submission, everyone except my brother and me.
I turned and saw Alpha Atlas, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, striding toward us with that same commanding presence he always carried.
“No, she won’t be fighting the three of you. Are you all not embarrassed to be beaten by her every day?” he scolded the warriors.
Jason muttered under his breath, “Who hurt the Alpha’s feelings today?” We both laughed.
“Maybe one of his girls,” I teased, but the moment the words left my mouth, our eyes locked. His gaze was intense, and I regretted what I’d said for a split second.
His brown eyes showed something, was it hurt? Did my comment affect him that much?
He shook his head slightly, but I could tell my words had stung. It wasn’t surprising, because Alpha Atlas was known for having multiple women fighting for his attention.
It wasn’t hard to imagine why, he was handsome, powerful, and carried an air of authority that drew people in. I had always assumed that he enjoyed the attention.
"Alright, Kaida, you'll spar with me,” he said suddenly, his voice cutting through the noise.
My heart skipped a beat. Training with Alpha Atlas was something I both loved and hated.
He always had this way of distracting me with his presence, and I often found myself struggling to focus whenever we spared.
The rest of the pack took a break, gathering around to watch us. As we squared off, he leaned in close and whispered, “Hurt by one of my girls, huh? Are you jealous?”
His breath was warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Why would I be?” I shot back, trying to sound unaffected, but my voice faltered slightly.
He chuckled at my response. Taking advantage of the distraction, I struck him hard, surprising him. I knew he was holding back, he always did with me.
I’d seen him fight others with fierce intensity, but when it came to me, he seemed to go easy. It frustrated me.
“Come on, Alpha!” I shouted, challenging him to fight seriously.
The pack members started cheering and betting on us, adding to the fun.
Alpha Atlas was one of the strongest alphas in our region, and fighting him was no small feat. But today, I wanted to push him, to prove myself.
He got distracted again, and I took the opportunity to kick his balls; Atlas locked eyes intensely with me, his black hair slicked back, and he charged forward.
My fist connected with Atlas's jaw, but he countered with a swift move. He dodged, every punch aimed at him. He was playing defense; that was not what I wanted.
"Come on, Alpha!" a pack member shouted, and he charged at me at full speed, trying to knock me down, but I moved faster, slamming him down on the ground. The crowd cheered for me. I was happy but the fight was not fair. He held back at some point and it didn't go well with me.
After the match, he leaned in again, with a playful smile, his warm breath whispering against my ear.
"Princess, come to my chamber later. You've wounded me terribly, and only you can tend to my injuries."
His eyes sparkled with mischief, but beneath the amusement, I saw something more,a flicker of vulnerability, a hint of longing or maybe I was wrong.
My heart skipped a beat as I met his gaze. Those piercing eyes, like pools of moonlit water, drew me in. I felt everything around us faded away, leaving only the two of us.
The alpha's voice, low and husky, sent shivers down my spine.
"I'll be waiting," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.
My cheeks flushed as Looked into his eyes.
He said with a wink before limping away dramatically.
I rolled my eyes, but inside, my heart raced. Was he trying to seduce me?
Jason and Drake approached me afterward. “What was that girl?” Quite a nice performance But the Alpha was going easy on you, wasn’t he? It’s like he was afraid to hurt you,”
Jason commented, and I nodded slightly, though I didn’t want to admit it. I had noticed the same thing.
Before I could respond, I heard an annoying voice behind me. “Bitch, what are you up to?” Akira, the leader of the mean girls in the pack, the wannabe Luna, and the daughter of the alpha of oakwood pack, which is our neighbouring pack, stormed over.
“What were you trying to do, Kaida? Seducing the Alpha? Just because your families are close doesn’t mean you should try to get into his pants Slut.” I raised my hand to slap her on the face but Jason blocked it.
What does she want from me this time?
“It is not worth it,” Jason said.
“Did you just try to slap me?” Akira asked and I could see fear in her eyes.
“Stay away from my man!” she snapped, and I could see how jealous she was.
She has always been mean to me. She and her friends even locked me in the locker room after school when we were in sixth grade.
“You are no longer an alpha’s daughter, and in this pack, you are nobody,” she said.
I shook my head and didn’t let her words bother me, but before I could respond, Piper, my best friend, stepped in front of me, shielding me from Akira’s fury.
“Get lost, Akira. Kaida has everything you don’t. She’s still an Alpha’s daughter, alpha blood runs in her veins. What do you have besides being a spoiled daughter of an alpha?” Piper shot back.
Akira’s face twisted in anger. “The Alpha isn’t your mate and you will never be a luna. You should stop wasting your time.
“And you,” she pointed at Piper and me, “I will deal with you two.” She said and spun around dramatically, preparing to leave, but I couldn’t hold back.
“You’re delusional, Akira,” I said calmly, dragging Piper away before things escalated.
“What does the Alpha even see in her?” Piper muttered angrily.
“The Alpha has his needs,” Drake chimed in. “He’s probably just keeping her around until he finds his true mate.”
“That would be unfair to his mate because Akira will never let her have peace; she is bad, so news,” Piper argued.
“She might not even know. What if she’s from another pack?” Jason speculated.
As we went our separate ways after training, I couldn’t shake the thoughts swirling in my mind. Those piercing eyes of the alpha, filled with warmth that took my breath away.
Nathan’s POV_ Elias did not call like a father who had heard his son was hurt. He called like a man who had received a file. The phone lit midmorning while Miles was still forcing coffee into me and Kane was on the other side of the table tracking where Rowan’s packet had already been forwarded. Theo had gone to morning skate to keep the room from inventing reasons for my absence. The apartment smelled like toast and soap and the thin metallic edge of too little sleep. When my father’s name crossed the screen, the whole table went quiet. Miles’s eyes found mine. “You don’t have to answer.” “If I don’t, he escalates on incomplete information,” I said. “That’s how he prefers it.” I took the call standing by the window, spine straight out of old training, Miles close enough that I could feel the heat of him without turning. “Nathan,” Elias said. No greeting. No inquiry into my health. “I have received concerning context regarding your private conduct and a subsequent attempt to ma
_Nathan’s POV_ We stopped calling it aftermath when the work stopped feeling temporary. By late morning the apartment had become a narrow headquarters: Kane at the table with the timeline and the preserved messages; Theo on the phone with someone in athletic operations using only the words *medical personal emergency* and *no public detail*; Miles standing at the window with his back to the room like he could keep campus from entering by force of posture alone. I sat on the couch in clean clothes and drank coffee that finally tasted only like coffee. “Say the objectives out loud,” Kane said without looking up. “If we’re changing posture again, it gets named.” I set the mug down. “One: I stay out of private reach. No one-on-one access, no soft corridor meetings, no ordinary errands alone while Rowan is hunting gaps. Two: we protect the record hard enough that his rewritten version can’t become the only version careful people hear. Three: fathers don’t get to launder an assault into
_Nathan’s POV_ Rowan did not approach through campus this time. He sent a document. It arrived midmorning on the continuity channel he refused to abandon, packaged like an administrative courtesy: a short formal note and an attached outline titled *Stabilization Options — Confidential*. Kane intercepted the raw delivery before I opened anything, scanned it on a sandboxed screen, and only then turned the laptop toward me with his mouth set hard. “He’s not asking for ten minutes anymore,” Kane said. “He’s bidding.” Miles stood behind the couch, hands locked on the backrest hard enough to make the wood creak. Theo stayed by the door as if posture alone could keep the apartment from becoming another room with too few exits. I read. The language was clean. Almost charitable. Rowan proposed a “private stabilization interval” during which he would: - intercede in continuity spaces to reduce Elias-facing isolation pressure - use Golden-facing channels to quiet “unhelpful per
_Miles’s POV_ By morning I had accepted a single ugly rule: if I put my hands on Rowan before Nathan’s version was protected, I would be helping him write the story. That did not make me calm. It made me precise. Nathan slept in broken stretches. Every time he surfaced, his hand found me before his eyes opened, checking that I had not left to do the thing he feared and I wanted. I stayed. I drank coffee that went cold in my fist. I watched the bruise on his thigh when he moved and forced the image into a box labeled *evidence, not fuel* before it could become a reason to abandon the box entirely. Kane arrived at eight with printouts and a face that said he had not slept much either. Theo brought food Nathan would only half eat and a note from Coach accepting limited absence without public detail. Small mercies. I did not trust mercy, but I counted it. “Rowan’s message is the key,” Kane said, laying the screenshot in the center of the table. “He threatened a counter-version. That
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