Keira's POV
I didn't know what to say.
"I...I..um," I stuttered, my brain a foggy mess from all this confusion. Why are there three Kais? What are they doing here? And why does this particular Kai have this familiar gaze? Nothing made sense to me.
I fidgeted with my hands and began to move backwards, not knowing what to do. "Look, I don't want to scare you, Keira. Just tell me what happened," the one called Dax said calmly, and my heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his gaze. I calmed down a bit because I knew that look. I know I knew it.
"I...I was running....away..I-"
"What?" Kai roared, cutting me off, his eyes blazing.
"Running away from where? Why would you want to leave after finding out you're our mate?" Riven, who hadn't spoken since finally scoffed and spoke up, his lips curling into a smirk.
The pressure of their questions swirled in my head, and it made my vision spin and become dizzy. "Nothing. I was just tired of being looked down on, I thought I could start life elsewhere. Besides....you rejected me."
"You have to be joking," Kai barked, shaking his head as though he was mocking me. "You'll get eaten alive out here in less than a day. I can't believe someone so stupid was given to me as my mate."
My heart lurched at his words, and I shrunk deeper into myself, trying to hide even though I was in front of them. My lips parted, and my eyes became misty. "I'm..I'm sorry. It's not my fault."
"Save it. Just stop being stupid and living up to your annoying omega legacy," he added, and I bit back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Kai will you stop it? Have you forgotten that you had no right to reject her without talking to us?" Dax said again, glaring at Kai before reaching out to cup my face. He gently lifted my chin and made my eyes lock with his. I could hardly see clearly.
"What is all of this?" I whispered through tears, clenching my fists. "Why are there three of you? Where is this place..."
Dax sighed. "It's hard to explain, but we're triplets, and no one knows until now."
Triplets....
Which means, all of them are one person, but still three different people.
How the fuck...
"Guess the whole kingdom has to be aware now," Riven added, folding his arms. I wondered why I never knew who he was even though all three of them seemed to be together. "Nice going, mate," he threw me a mock salute.
My breath caught in my throat like painful lumps. I was always being blamed for everything. No one ever thought I was not at fault.
"B-but how? How are three of you one person at school?" I couldn't help but ask, my vision hazy as I stared at the floor.
Dax dropped his hand from my face, and held my hands instead. "It's complicated, like I said. But outside of here, were the same person. Our personalities just switch sometimes."
My eyes widened as my brain understood. "Wow...how is that even possible —"
Kai growled again, making me flinch. "Stop asking stupid questions. This wasn't supposed to happen. I can't believe this."
"Take a fucking break!" Dax snapped and yelled at Kai, his fangs bared. I flinched, a small yelp escaping my throat.
Riven just glanced at me and let out a smirk, while his two brothers stared at each other with fury.
"Can't you see she doesn't know anything and she's confused? Why are you damn hot headed all the time?" Dax shouted, and I flinched.
He seemed like the calmer of the two, so seeing him like this made me scared, while Riven just acted nonchalant.
"Dax, chill," Riven finally spoke up, walking from where he leaned against the wall to stand in between Dax and Kai. Then he turned to Kai. "You shouldn't have rejected her, it wasn't your decision to make."
Kai rolled his eyes. "What did you expect me to do? Stand there and watch as she runs towards me like a pathetic little princess just because she's my mate? You know I like Alia," Kai spat.
Alia.
Of course. I slapped myself in the face in my mind. I knew Alia was always manipulative and she wanted the Luna title so bad, but hearing that even my mate that was meant for me liked her made me want to see her crumble. My mate, or mates were supposed to be mine.
"That doesn't matter," Riven shot back. "We don't," He gestured between him and Dax. "You should have let us out and waited for us to decide."
"You speak like you even want me," I muttered, and froze when I realized I said it out loud. All three Alphas snapped their heads at me, each holding a different expression.
"Yes. We do," Riven and Dax said in unison, and my breath hitched.
"What?" I blurted out, then I laughed bitterly. They were going to trick me again.
"I'm nobody. A weak, stupid and worthless omega, just like Dax said," I continued, my voice slightly overcome with emotion. Dax shifted slightly as I spoke. "Please, just let me leave. Help me get out of here and I'll leave your lives for good. I don't....I don't need to be burden to anyone again."
Tears broke free and ran down my cheeks as I spoke, but I didn't let myself sob.
"So what? You want to reject us?" Riven said, his eyes unreadable.
I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and nodded. "Yes..."
I didn't care if I died from the pain because I was an omega. I just wanted this life to end. I needed to start over somewhere else, where maybe I would see someone who would cherish me, and not walk all over me.
Riven chuckled as if I spoke trash. Dax looked at me with pain in his amethyst eyes. And Kai...Kai just stared at me, ignoring the words I just said.
"I don't think so," Riven said, and in a flash, he was standing in front of me. His eyes flickered to my neck, and my pulse kicked as I thought he was going to bite me. But then he pulled back, his eyes glowing faintly as he stared at me. "I will not accept your rejection."
"Neither will I," Dax added, a tone of finality in his voice.
My vision spun, and I stared at both brothers in disbelief with my mouth open. Kai left his expression indifferent, clearly stating that he didn't want me.
"Why...." I whispered at first.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice rose.
"Just let me leave your lives goddamnit!" I ended up yelling, letting the emotions take over. I fell to the floor, sobbing as I held my face in my hands. This was supposed to be my birthday...I was supposed to be happy, but I wish I had died instead.
Maybe I should have allowed the border patrol guards capture me and kill me.
I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and I froze. I looked up through my teary eyes, and saw Dax's face.
Something in me wanted to run into his arms and cry profusely, but I couldn't. I wasn't worthy of him, and accepting any of them would only cause me pain.
So I cleared my throat, and wiped my eyes. "I...Keira, reject you—"
"Don't you fucking dare," Riven cut me off, glaring me from the opposite side of the room.
"Just let her do the goddamn thing, Riven. Save yourself the hassle," Kai grunted, positioning himself on the floor with his legs crossed. He didn't look at me.
"I wonder just how insensitive you can be. Do you know nothing about reading the room? You've scared her enough, take a walk," Dax spat, his voice trembling with rage.
Kai straightened and got off the floor, his expression shifting into something that made fear crawl up my spine. He walked up to Dax, staring him straight in the eye. "You've forgotten who's the oldest. Don't fucking talk to me like that again."
Kai's Alpha waves filled the room, and even my wolf whimpered in submission.
Dax didn't speak again, but he looked away from Kai and looked at me. "We'll figure this out. For now, you can hide here until the patrol guards pass."
I gasped. "How did you know—"
"Because you were running when you fell in here. It's not hard to know that you were being chased," Kai pointed out in his usual angry voice, and I swallowed.
Riven walked up to him and patted his shoulder, before glancing at me, his eyes glowing softly. "Don't cause any more trouble, mate," He warned before walking away into the dark.
I felt my stomach drop below my feet. All this time, my wolf, Nyra, had been howling nonstop in my head, "Mate! Mate!" urging me to get close to them. When Dax and Riven touched me, she scraped, purred and whined, trying to claw her way out of me and touch them herself.
But I was too scared, too worn out, confused and tired to give her any heed.
"One more thing, omega," Riven poked his head out of a very dark room in the cave. "Since you're our mate, you'll have to participate in the Luna trials starting tomorrow. Immediately."
The air knocked out of my lungs?
WHAT?
Dax POVWe moved through the trees like men carrying a secret. The lead box was heavy at my side, its faint hum a steady, small heart. Aya walked ahead, bow ready, eyes cutting the trail. We kept our voices low and our steps slow. The river narrowed behind us and the land weaved into older woods—trees that smelled of ash and old rain.Hollow Oak did not announce itself with a trumpet. It came like a bruise in the earth: the trees went thinner, the air tasted flat, and the ground underfoot was scarred with black lines. At first I thought it was just rot and old fires. Then I saw the stone.A fallen furnace leaned half-buried in vines. Its mouth gaped like a sleeping beast. Around it, the ground was cracked with long, silver lines—gnarled veins cut into rock and earth. Those same jagged sigils I had seen in the ledger flickered on the ash-streaked stones. The hair on my arms rose.Aya stopped and pushed a hand against her lips. “This is it,” she breathed. Her voice sounded small and car
Riven POVThe road lay white and long beneath the noon sun, a pale ribbon cutting through low scrub and broken trees. Dust rose behind the convoy in slow, angry clouds. From the ridge, I watched them move: wagons creaking, men shifting on their mounts, the way Keira rode with a slim, guarded steadiness that made my teeth ache.Vayrek crouched beside me, cloak drawn tight, eyes like cold stone. “You’ll jump at the wrong moment,” he said, as if warning me from habit rather than care.“If I wait until the wrong moment, she dies,” I said.He considered that. “So you’ll throw yourself at a crowd.”“I’ll throw myself at the ones who matter.” My voice tasted of old iron and something like promise.We dropped down from the ridge in the heat, the beast beneath me moving slow so as not to kick up suspicion. Below, the convoy wound between low rock faces that would make a thief’s back the perfect place to hide. I’d watched the road for hours, learning its dips and shadows like a prayer. The pass
Keira POVThe night smelled of smoke and singed flesh. Even with the fires low, the camp still hummed with restless voices. Men traded stories that grew bolder with every cup of wine. Children whispered beside pots. The whole place felt wired tight — one small spark away from snapping.I kept moving. Sleep didn’t come easy. My hands still trembled from the show. They had seen me. Not the small bits I showed in private, but the thing that bent flame like a wild animal at my call. The knowledge boiled under the skin of the camp now. It changed how people looked at me — not as someone to follow, but as something to use.Vera met me by the water trough before dawn, already awake and sharp as a blade. Thea was with her, rolling her shoulders like she would test them on the field. Nylo stayed near my feet, eyes wide and steady.“You look like hell,” Vera said, blunt and useless as comfort. She handed me a small cup of swamp tea. I drank. The warm bitterness grounded me a little.“We don’t h
Riven’s POV The firelight painted the camp in red and gold. From the tree line, hidden among old pines, I watched the men gather shoulder to shoulder. They laughed, shouted, and knocked tankards together. The air smelled of cheap wine, sweat, and smoke. It felt tense—like something ready to explode.Keira stood in the middle.She held her shoulders straight and her chin up, but I could see the tightness in her jaw and the way her hands twitched. Nylo, her small fierce dog, stayed close to her heels, tail stiff and eyes bright. Vera and Thea stood by her, solid and dangerous. But even they could not hide her from the hundreds of eyes watching. The crowd looked hungry, curious, cruel.Kaden stood at the center. He lifted a hand, and the noise stopped as if someone had put a lid over it. He looked calm and heavy, like a statue. Behind him was Gavin, smiling like a fox, sure he had already won. Seeing Gavin made a hard, cold thing twist in my gut.I gripped my sword so tight my hand ache
Keira POVWe returned to camp at dawn, blood still drying on our hands, the metallic tang clinging to my skin like a second shadow. The recruits dragged themselves across the yard, hollow-eyed and trembling, but alive. Every eye that landed on us weighed and measured—whispers trailing behind like smoke, curling and twisting into half-truths before they even reached the air. The camp was a beast, hungry for stories, and we had just fed it a feast.I kept my head high, my steps deliberate. Vera and Thea flanked me, silent pillars, their presence a steady anchor against the rising tide of scrutiny. Nylo padded at my heels, tail low, his thoughts thrumming warnings into the back of my mind. Too many eyes. Too many tongues. Be careful. His voice was a quiet growl, sharp and insistent, cutting through the fog of my exhaustion.The recruits peeled away one by one, collapsing near the bunks, their faces pale, their hands still shaking from the night’s ordeal. The torch-boy lingered longes
Dax POVThe beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walking blasphemy born from some unholy crucible.I ran before my mind could argue, my boots pounding the earth, each step jarring my poisoned lung. The beast’s stench hit me first—a rancid mix of rot and molten metal that clawed at my throat. My sword was already in hand, the worn leather grip slick w