MasukThe ride back from the old house felt longer than before.Not because the distance had changed.Not because the roads were bad.But because the sealed envelope resting on my lap felt heavier than anything I had ever carried.Aunt Selena sat beside me quietly.Neither of us spoke much.The diary remained inside my bag.The envelope remained in my hands.Untouched.Unread.Waiting.The entire drive, my eyes kept falling to my mother's handwriting.Just three words.To My Daughter.Every time I looked at it, my chest tightened.My mother had died the day I was born.Everything I knew about her came from photographs.Stories.Memories that belonged to other people.Not me.I had never heard her voice.Never felt her hug.Never watched her smile at me.Yet somehow, right now, it felt as if she was sitting beside me.Waiting patiently for me to open the letter."You don't have to read it immediately," Aunt Selena said softly.I looked up."What if I'm not ready?"She smiled sadly."I don't
Kira's POVTwo days later.I was leaving the villa secretly again.At this point, if Damon ever found out how many times I had slipped away without telling him, he would probably assign ten guards to follow me everywhere.Actually, no.Knowing Damon, it would be twenty.And somehow he would still insist it wasn't enough.I smiled to myself as I adjusted the light cardigan around my shoulders.The morning air was cool.The villa was unusually quiet.Damon had already left for work hours ago after giving me the same speech he gave every morning."Rest.""Don't stress yourself.""Call me if anything happens.""Don't climb anything.""Don't carry anything.""Don't walk too much.""Don't breathe too aggressively."Okay, maybe not the last one.But honestly, we were getting close.Ever since the doctor warned him about my pregnancy, Damon had become impossible.Sweet.Loving.Protective.But impossible.I gently rubbed my stomach.The baby had been unusually active lately.Almost as if he e
Kira's POVBy the time I returned to the villa, the sun was already beginning to set.Golden light spilled across the gardens.The fountains shimmered.The flowers swayed gently beneath the evening breeze.Everything looked peaceful.Normal.Yet my mind felt anything but normal.I sat quietly in the back seat during the drive home, staring out the window while Aunt Selena's words replayed endlessly inside my head.Your mother was human.Your grandfather married two wives.Your father loved her anyway.Blood never decides who deserves love.I rested a hand on my stomach.The baby kicked lightly.A tiny movement.Small.Gentle.Yet enough to make me smile."Hey there," I whispered softly.The movement came again.I laughed quietly."You're becoming stubborn already."The female guard sitting opposite me smiled."Young Alpha is greeting you."I smiled.Maybe.Or maybe the baby was simply hungry.That seemed more likely.Lately all this child ever wanted was food.The car rolled through t
Bloodlines That night, Damon did not leave my side for even a second. Not while we ate dinner. Not while the maids cleaned the room. Not even when I complained that he was staring at me too much. “You’re still doing it,” I muttered while adjusting the blanket around myself. Damon sat beside me on the bed, one arm resting behind my back protectively. “Doing what?” “Looking at me like someone offended you.” “They did offend me.” I sighed softly. The meeting with the elders had ended hours ago already, yet the atmosphere around him still felt cold. Heavy. Dangerous. He looked calmer now compared to earlier, but I knew Damon. His calmness was usually worse. That meant he was thinking. Planning. Probably deciding whose lives to ruin. I rubbed my stomach absentmindedly while staring down quietly. Human-born. The words kept replaying inside my head. “She is human-born.” I swallowed slowly. Damon noticed immediately. His fingers tilted my chin upward gently. “Don’t t
The next few days became complete chaos.Not dangerous chaos.Not company chaos.Not pack chaos.Pregnancy chaos.And unfortunately for everyone inside the villa…I was the center of it.“Damon.”“Yes?”“I want grilled fish.”“Okay.”“With strawberry syrup.”Silence.I looked up from the couch innocently.Damon stood there in his office clothes, staring at me like I had just personally offended his ancestors.“With what?”“Strawberry syrup.”He blinked slowly.Then rubbed his forehead.“Kira.”“Yes?”“That combination sounds illegal.”I gasped dramatically.“You’re insulting your child’s cravings?”“Our child cannot possibly want that.”I crossed my arms immediately.“You don’t love us anymore.”His eyes widened instantly.How one sentence could terrify Alpha Damon this much honestly needed scientific research.“That is not what I said.”“It’s exactly what you said.”“Kira.”“You called us illegal.”He sighed deeply.Then walked toward me.I was laying on the large couch in the living
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed.I blinked slowly.The curtains swayed softly from the morning breeze entering through the slightly opened balcony doors, sunlight stretching across the room in warm golden lines.I yawned tiredly and rubbed my stomach.The baby kicked lightly.“Good morning to you too,” I muttered sleepily.Usually, Damon was beside me whenever I woke up.Even if he had work.Even if he had meetings.Even if the entire pack was probably collapsing outside.That man somehow always stayed beside me until I opened my eyes.So waking up alone immediately felt strange.I sat up slowly.My body still felt heavy these days.Pregnancy was truly no joke.I finally slipped out of bed carefully before wearing my slippers.The moment I stepped outside the room, the villa already felt suspiciously quiet.Too quiet.I frowned.“Where is everybody?”Normally by now the workers would already be moving around busily.But today?Silence.I walked downstairs slowly.Nothing.
By evening, my anxiety was a tangled knot in my stomach. I showered, curled my hair lightly, applied makeup twice—wiped it off—and tried again. The gown fit perfectly. Uncomfortably perfectly.I was slipping on my shoes when my phone buzzed again.A message from Damon.Damon: I'm outside, I brought
I lifted Kira easily, her weight nothing against my strength, but the sight of her — weak, trembling, barely conscious — made something sharp twist inside my chest. Several meters away, Lucas stood rigid, fists clenched, eyes burning with a rage that matched mine. I ignored him completely.Kiera ca
I should have been enjoying the ball.The music was loud, the lights expensive, the she-wolves flirting, the entire pack gathered in admiration of my father—the Alpha—and his spotless reputation. Everyone bowed, nodded, toasted. Normally, I soaked in the attention. Normally, I owned the room the mo
A few minutes later, Damon gestured toward a tray on the side table. “Drink?” he asked, his deep voice low, measured, almost teasing.I hesitated, my throat tight. “I… uh… okay,” I murmured, shyly taking the glass he offered. The liquid was smooth, deceptively warm, and I took a slow sip, careful n







