KNOX
I hated mornings. Nothing good ever came of them, and today was no exception. ‘Where are you? Our old man is getting really upset.’ Kael mind-linked me as I lazily descended the stairs to the main lounge. I rolled my eyes. ‘He better take some chill pills. I'm close by.’ Sharp and early at dawn, our father, Alpha Killian, had sent news to the three of us to meet him at the main lounge at 7 am sharp. It was past 7 am but who cares? I already knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant conversation. I glanced at my brothers as I walked into the grand hall, curtseying slightly to my father and taking a seat. Kael, as usual, looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, his hair a mess and his expression, flippant. Kai, on the other hand, was never caught unprepared. He looked freshened up in a plain tee shirt and a pair of jeans. But... his expression was as unbothered as ever. “What took you so long?” Father growled, glaring at me. “You boys think I called you here for fun?” “We’re here now,” I said, crossing my legs. “What’s so urgent?” He pointed a finger at me, his voice sharp. “Don’t test me, Knox. You might think you've outgrown my punishments but I promise you, you haven't.” “Can we make this snappy?" I muttered between gritted teeth, trying to hold my temper that threatened to snap at any second. The old man paced a while in front of the fireplace, raking his hand through his hair in frustration. When he finally halted, he looked over to the three of us. “Now, you boys, listen to me, I don't need to tell you about the great significance and position of my Pack. You all know it,” he started and I noticed my brothers shift uncomfortably in their seats. We all knew Father never called for anything good. “I'm your father– not just your Father but the Alpha of this Pack. You all are my sons yet you don't act like it,” he paused, pointing his feet towards me. "Especially you, Knox. I've said this countless times, if y'all want to take my position as the Alpha, you can't bring rogues character to the throne–” ‘Do you guys think he's calling us about that little fox?’ Kael’s voice cut through my head. His worry was palpable through the mind-link, I could almost feel his heart rate. ‘What? The fact that the Moon Goddess decided to humiliate us with a mate who’s not only an Omega but also a complete nuisance?’ I replied, dreading the possibility. ‘No way,’ Kai objected calmly. “I warned her off from telling anyone about it. She wouldn't dare.’ ‘I hope so.’ “What are we even supposed to do with that little–" “Are they even listening to me?" Father's bark swerved our attention back to him. I rolled my eyes. “We’d rather skip the lecture, Father. What’s the big announcement?” “You’d rather skip my words of wisdom?" He flared but Kai cleared his throat, stepping in as the diplomat he always was. “Father, you said this was important. Why not focus on it instead?” “Fine, but I'm coming back to it.” He glared, jabbing a finger at me. I looked away without a word and there was a brief pause in the room until Father straightened, his expression grim. “In a few days,” He drawled, searching our faces for what only he knew. “Vander is returning from Juvie.” My jaws clenched at the mention of his name. That bloody motherfucker. I knew Father was up to no good. “Oh, that's great news,” Kael chimed. “After all, no one wants to stay in Juvie all their life.” "Right,” Father smiled, nodding approvingly. "And what has that got to do with us?” I arched my brow. My question seemingly dismantled his smile. “He's going to be staying here in the manor. Vander is your older brother and I expect all of you to–" “Whose brother?" I spat, slamming my fist on the glass table. The air in the room grew stale. Not caring about the cracking sound of the table, I sprung to my feet, anger simmering in my blood. “You call him our brother? When he's just a messy product of your infidelity to my mother who was–” "Regardless!” Father’s voice thundered, his nose flared in anger. “He's my son, Knox. And whether you like it or not, he's your older brother. Hold him with that respect!" "Respect, you say?” I scoffed, raking a hand through my hair and pulling at it briefly. "Grandmother should have named you ‘Shameless’ because that's what you are, Alpha Killian.” “Watch your tongue, boy,” Father growled, his authority heavy in the room. “Why should I?” I shot back. “You’re bringing that illegitimate son of yours into this house like he didn’t leave chaos in his wake the last time he was here.” “Vander is my blood,” Father said, his tone icy. “And he deserves a place in this family.” Blood. That’s what he called that walking disaster of a son. “I guess blood means less and less to you.” I laughed bitterly, snorting. “What’s he coming back for anyway? To cause more trouble? Or does the Alpha simply miss his favorite mistake?” Father’s nostrils flared, but he kept his voice measured. “This is where Vander belonged from the very beginning, Knox. He has been away for a while and It’s high time he returned to his home.” “His home,” I echoed, a smirk crawling to my lips. “You mean his home is in this Manor, under the same roof as us? The same son of that worthless whore you couldn’t keep your hands off of while Mom was still alive?” “Knox,” Kai muttered through our mind link, his tone low and cautioning. “Calm down." But I couldn’t stop. “I’ve never seen anyone romanticize their mistake as shamelessly as you, Father. Vander shouldn't stand where the princes of this nation stand because he's nothing but a mis—” “That’s enough!” Father’s voice cracked through the room like a whip, his face turning red. “Vander is my blood, just as much as you are. And my word is final. He will stay here.” “You're so pathetic." I gritted. “Yes, I am." Father’s eyes blazed as he held his ground. “But you should look in the mirror someday, see who you resemble. Don’t forget that I am the Alpha, and my word is law.” I took a step back, shaking my head in disgust. “You’re not an Alpha. You’re an incompetent coward who clings to past wrongdoings and never learns from them.” The tension in the room was suffocating as I turned on my heel and stormed out. The heat of anger simmering beneath my skin was enough to contend with the sun. Vander. Vander. Vander. The name was a distraught echoing in my head. My vision blurred as I dived through the corridors, unsure of where I was going until I rounded a corner and slammed into someone. Hot liquid splashed across my chest, scalding my skin. “What the fuck!" “Oh, crap!” The girl gasped, fumbling to steady the tray she’d been carrying. “I- I’m so sorry!” It was her. The little Omega. Momentarily, my anger subsided as I watched her hurriedly put down the tray and tried to dust the liquid off my shirt. I gritted my teeth, not because of the burn on my skin, but the rising heat in my chest as her hands brushed against my skin. The burn was uncomfortable, but the feel of her hands? That was something else entirely. I felt my dick twitch in my pants. “What the hell are you doing?" I hissed under my breath. "What does it look like?” She snapped, her hands still rubbing my chest, grazing my nipples. “Of course, I'm trying to help." “Fuck," I growled, unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes widened as I yanked off my shirt, exposing the reddened skin underneath. She gasped, fanning the spot with her hand. “It doesn't look really good! I should get ointment." She turned to leave but I grabbed her hair, pulling her head to my chest. “I think your tongue would do a better job, little Omega."DALAIt was strange how easily something so broken could feel whole again.A month had passed since Vander walked through the doors of my shop like a storm I’d been praying for and somehow, since then, every day has been a soft unraveling of all the tension, all the years, all the pain that had held my shoulders in a knot for far too long.We fell into rhythm. This wasn't altogether perfect because there were bumps, awkward mornings, and quiet nights. A few moments where I would catch him staring at Sarah like he was afraid she’d vanish again. Still, there was real tangible peace. The kind that lived in breakfast laughter, and Sarah’s tiny arms flinging around Vander’s neck when he came back from work, and how he always kissed my forehead like it was a sacred ritual.We had dinner together now, all three of us, grocery-shopped like we were a unit. We even picked out new curtains together last week for my home— since I wasn’t ready to leave for his pack. In these few days, I’d never
VANDERThe dining hall had never felt smaller, wronger.Something felt wrong and it wasn’t just Knox’s presence. The roast sat untouched on Lady Ambessa’s plate. Knox pushed around a heap of potatoes and I was sipping a glass of wine I didn’t even want, just to have something to do with my hands.It had been a while.It had been awfully long while that dinner consisted of more than two adults. The third and last being Knox.What do we talk about? What do I even say?He knew I had found Dala, posing no other questions for me but Knox’s sudden preference of peace baffled me further. I had a feeling there was something he wanted to say but hadn’t and when it finally dropped, God help me, it might be a tad bit too heavy to bear.“Pass the salt, brother,” Knox asked, stringing my wandering mind back into equally restless body.“Knox,” Lady Ambessa’s inquisitive tone sliced through the silence as she addressed her son. “You’ve been gone nearly a year and the first thing you say is ‘pass th
VANDERIt smell of pinewoods in every corner of the compound. The war room wasn’t as flashy as the name suggested, no glinting silver maps or intimidating weapons mounted on the walls. Just a long, mahogany table scattered with blueprints, territorial outlines, digital projections, and half-empty mugs of bitter coffee that had gone cold an hour ago.Marcus, my beta for the past three years, stood at the head of the table, rolling his neck with a slight grimace as he updated me on the Expansion Project. “We secured approval in all of the south. That playground was an amazing room,” he said, tapping a red-marked zone on the holomap.I arched my brow, struggling to be present. To not think of her. “You think?”“I think everyone’s watching you now,” Marcus replied, glancing at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “Even the Alphas that used to mock your name during ascencion are suddenly scrambling to sign pacts or bury old feuds.”I didn’t respond because he was right.We weren’t just exp
DALAThe hotel room was barely closed behind us when Vander pushed me up against the door, his mouth already crashing into mine like he was trying to consume the years we’d lost.I didn’t resist. How could I?His kiss was rough and unrelenting, a perfect match for the ache that had been building inside me since the moment I saw him again. My hands were in his hair before I could stop myself, my fingers curling tightly like I needed to anchor myself to something before I lost control completely.Words felt unnecessary now. Everything we needed to say was being translated in the way his hands roamed over me—possessive, desperate, reverent. He tasted like memories and madness and regret and promise and passion.He tasted like sin.I gasped into his mouth when his teeth caught my lower lip. “You still kiss like you’re trying to punish me,” I whispered, breathless.He pulled back,meeting my gaze. “You still taste like fucking heaven.”Vander's lips crashed on mine again, his hands slidin
DALAI cradled Sarah in my arms as though I could fold her back into the space beneath my heart, where she’d first begun, where nothing and no one could ever touch her. My lips found her hair again and again, whispering her name like a prayer, like a question, like a punishment.“Why would you do that, baby?” I said, not scolding, just trying to hold back the tremble in my voice. “You can’t ever leave school like that again. Do you understand me?”Sarah sniffled, wide-eyed, guilty. “I just wanted to see the park. I didn’t mean to scare you. I met a nice man. He said he would wait with me till you came. I’m sorry, Mommy.”I shook my head, holding her tighter. “No, baby, no more going anywhere without Mommy’s permission, okay? I was scared out of my mind. I didn’t know where you were.”She nodded solemnly. “Okay. I promise.”The teachers hovered nearby, clearly embarrassed, trying to explain themselves with too many apologies.“We’re truly sorry, Ms Hartwell,” one of them said, wringing
DALA FIVE YEARS LATER “Sarah, eat your eggs.” “I am eating them,” she whined dramatically, poking her fork into the yolk and watching it ooze across her plate. “I’m just… doing it slowly.” I gave her a look over the rim of my coffee mug. “You’ve been doing it slowly for the past fifteen minutes. At this rate, you’ll graduate high school before you finish breakfast.” She giggled—her laugh high and unfiltered, enough to crack open something tender in my chest. God, she was so much like him. The same stubborn set of the jaw, the same defiant twinkle in her eyes when she was pretending not to care. “I don’t need eggs,” she said, swinging her little legs under the kitchen stool. “I’m already smart. Miss Dana said I read faster than everybody in class.” “Oh, so now you’re a genius who doesn’t need protein?” “I mean, basically.” I sighed, exaggerated and theatrical, before sweeping down and scooping her up into my arms, eggs and all. She squealed, laughing wildly as I ploppe