Chapter 5
Leena's Pov I walked out slowly, my hands wrung together, my teeth grinding against my lips. I was told to wait outside for Kevin and Avin, and I was doing just that, however, it seems that they were just making me wait for no reason. From where the both of them stood, talking to a female, they continued to glance at me, Kevin with a teasing smirk. Finally, after like ten hours, they came to me. “Are you having fun, Little Runaway?” Kevin asked. “No.” I muttered under my breath, “Why did you ask me to wait for you?” I questioned. “Here.” Kevin stretched his hands out, extending a badge to me. “What's this?” I took it, staring at it in confusion. “There will be a banquet in a few days, make sure to be there. It's to celebrate your coming as guardian of the pack. The servants would be there to dress you when it's time, and do not come late, the elders do not appreciate tardiness.” I sighed and nodded, not at all happy with this. The last time I was the center of attraction, something bad happened to me. I held the badge in my hands, the cold metal pressing against my palm. It felt heavy, not in weight, but in what it represented. Guardian of the pack? A banquet? It was all too much, and the teasing glint in Kevin’s eyes didn’t help. “Is this some kind of joke?” I asked, my voice low as I looked between Kevin and Avin. “It is not a joke.” Kevin said quietly, his voice steady. Unlike Avin, there was no humor in his expression, “It’s a tradition. You’ve earned this.” I swallowed, unsure how to respond. Avin, of course, couldn’t let the moment be serious for too long. “You better show up, Little Runaway.” He said with a smirk, “I won't listen to any excuses from you.” “Don’t call me that.” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. Avin raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying my reaction, “Why not? It suits you.” Before I could retort, Kevin stepped in. “Avin, that’s enough.” Avin shrugged, his smirk softening into a grin, “Fine, fine. Just don’t forget, Leena. Be there.” With that, they both walked away, leaving me standing there, the badge clutched tightly in my hand. It wasn’t until their figures disappeared around the corner that I let out a shaky breath and turned to leave. But as I rounded the corner myself, I came face to face with Ciara. Kevin’s bonded mate. Her icy blue eyes met mine, sharp and calculating, her lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She looked perfect as always, flawless skin, perfectly styled hair, and an aura of superiority that seemed to follow her wherever she went. “Well, if it isn’t Leena.” She said, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “Fancy running into you here.” “Ciara.” I greeted stiffly, trying to sidestep her, but she blocked my path. “Leaving so soon?” She asked, tilting her head as she looked at me with disgust in her eyes, “I saw Kevin and Avin talking to you earlier. They seem to be quite taken with you.” I stiffened, her words setting off alarm bells in my mind, “It’s nothing like that.” I said quickly. Her smile widened, and I could feel the venom beneath it, “Oh, I’m sure. But let me give you a little advice, Leena. Be careful about getting too comfortable with them. Especially Kevin. You wouldn’t want to overstep, would you?” Her words hit their mark, but I refused to show it, “I don’t know what you’re implying, Ciara. I have no interest in getting involved in your arrangements with Kevin.” She stepped closer, her presence almost suffocating, “Good. Because you and I both know that there’s no room for someone like you in their lives. You might think you’re special, but trust me, you’re not.” I clenched my fists, “I don’t have time for this, Ciara. You'll have to excuse me.” With that, I pushed past her, my heart racing as I walked away. By the time I reached the quietness of my room, I felt like I was about to explode. I threw the badge onto the table and jumped onto the edge of the bed, my mind replaying the events of the day. Why was everything so complicated? I didn’t know if I was ready to face the banquet, or anything else that came with it but one thing was clear, whatever was happening between Kevin, Avin, and their bonded mates, I was caught in the middle of it without me even knowing. “Why do they always come to look for me anyway? Does this have to do with the strange feelings of attraction I feel from the both of them? Can they feel it too?” I raised my hands to touch my chest. “I doubt it. They already have bonded mates, it's not possible. Ugh!” I groaned loudly, “Why do I have to deal with lovesick women when I don't even want to be anywhere near their men?! This is so unfair.” And just like that, the day for the banquet arrived and it was very hectic. I was being dragged to all directions and the day reached its boiling point when Serah, Avin's bonded mate and Ciara approached me under the guise of "helping" me prepare for the banquet. “Leena.” Serah said sweetly, her eyes gleaming with malice, “You wouldn’t want to be late for the ceremony, would you? It’s such an important night for everyone, especially those who don’t belong to a bonded pair. You know how the elders feel about punctuality.” I frowned, sensing her underlying intent but unable to call her out without proof, “Of course.” I replied cautiously. Ciara chimed in with a laugh “Oh, don’t worry. We’ve arranged everything for you. Your dress, your accessories, even your ride.” Their words felt off, but I didn’t have time to think about it too much. The pack was bustling with activity, and I barely had a moment to breathe before I was swept up in preparations for what I would wear and how I would wear it. When the time came for me to leave, I discovered to my horror that the “ride” Serah had arranged was nowhere to be found. The rest of the pack had already left for the banquet, leaving me stranded. My only option was to walk all the way to the banquet. For the nth time that week, I groaned loudly, “The elders are so going to be angry.”One thing Kira could never wrap her head around was how Cooper always seemed to know so much about her. Not just the obvious things, like her birthday or the color she wore most, but the obscure, intimate pieces of her past—the kind of things she had barely even told herself.She watched him now from the kitchen doorway of her restaurant, arms folded across her chest, her brows furrowed as he sat at a table with a to-go box from her favorite food truck. Her favorite. One she’d never mentioned aloud. Ever. Her lips parted slightly, confusion etched on her face.“How... how did you know?” she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Cooper looked up at her with that easy smile he always wore, the kind that reached his eyes and made her heart betray her better judgment. "Know what?" he asked innocently, popping a piece of shrimp into his mouth.She stepped closer, eyes narrowing. "That food truck... I’ve never mentioned it to anyone. Not even Jessica. And you show up with a box f
When Cooper got the message from Kira, his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t just a simple notification—it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. The constant pressure that had been suffocating him for days evaporated in an instant. Kira always had that effect on him. Her words, no matter how short or vague, brought him peace.He had spent the past few days tense and restless, torn between confronting his uncle about the proposed engagement and walking away from everything. His nights had been sleepless, his mind clouded with what-ifs. But the moment her message came through, it felt like the universe whispered to him that everything would be okay.His uncle had noticed the change too.“You’re leaving?” his uncle asked, surprised, as Cooper grabbed his car keys.Cooper paused at the door, glancing over his shoulder. “I have to see someone.”His grandmother looked up from her chair, a warm smile tugging at her wrinkled lips. “Is it her?”Cooper turned to her, the storm in his c
Kira stood in the middle of Cooper's room, her brows knitted tightly, her lips trembling as she clutched a small duffel bag. Her hands shook as she tried to zip it up, her movements hurried and desperate.Cooper stepped into the room, his expression hardening when he saw her. "Kira? What are you doing?"She turned around, startled, her eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. "I'm packing. I want you to leave. We need to run away, Cooper. Please.""What?" he asked, walking closer, confusion furrowing his brows. "Run away? Why?""The mafia, Cooper! They will kill you! They’ll come for you, and I can’t—I can’t lose you!" Her voice cracked with panic, her lower lip trembling as she stepped closer to him. Her hands reached out, grabbing the hem of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.Cooper's heart clenched at the sight of her. This wasn’t just fear—this was terror. Real, raw, and coursing through her like a storm. He knew she’d been trying to be strong, but she w
Kira didn’t get it. She didn’t understand what was going on.Why would the Mafian leader side with an outsider instead of his own son?Her brows pulled together in confusion, lips slightly parted as the question kept hammering through her mind like a relentless drumbeat. She sat on the edge of the couch in Cooper’s apartment, hands clenched tightly in her lap, trying to look composed—but her insides were anything but calm.No matter how many times she replayed the scene in her head, it didn’t make sense.Even if Cooper wasn’t the biological son of the Mafian leader, he was raised under his roof. He wore the family name like a badge of honor, did their dirty work, and earned their respect. So why, when everything was on the line, did the Mafian leader choose an outsider over his own blood?It had felt like betrayal wrapped in a calm voice and an unreadable smirk.And what unsettled her even more was the way everyone—those cold, ruthless men in tailored suits—looked at Cooper. As if he
Everybody thought the world was going down the drain. Chaos, corruption, and cruelty wrapped the city like a suffocating fog. The worst person to even imagine there was hope left was Kira. She had already seen it coming, long before the rest of them. To her, this was it. Her last time. Her last chance. Help wasn’t coming. Nobody was coming to save her.Especially not after he said she should be a stripper in his casino. That offer wasn’t just degrading—it was terrifying. And when she refused, his demeanor changed. Like flipping a switch. He grabbed her waist, his hands rough and possessive. His breath stank of whiskey, and his eyes gleamed with hunger.“Don’t act like you’re better than the other girls,” he hissed, pressing his body close to hers.“Let go of me,” Kira spat, struggling against him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.He tried to kiss her. His hand slid around her back, trying to trap her, trying to control her. Panic surged through her veins.“No!” she yelled, tear
Kira couldn’t believe what she was hearing.She blinked once. Twice. Her lips trembled slightly, parting in disbelief as Jimmy leaned casually against his desk, arms folded like he’d just told her she won a holiday trip, not dropped a bomb on her dignity."You’re letting go of the payment?” she asked, her voice breaking as hope flickered in her chest.Jimmy nodded with a smirk, a glint of amusement dancing in his cold eyes. "Yeah, that’s right. Consider your debt... resolved."Her heart soared. Relief washed over her like a wave, her knees nearly buckling. She turned to her parents, who looked equally stunned. Her mother’s hands flew up to cover her mouth as tears welled in her eyes, while her stepfather’s face turned ashen, avoiding her gaze.Kira’s voice was thick with emotion. “So… you’re not going to come after my family anymore?”Jimmy gave a shrug, pushing himself off the desk. “Nope. They’re safe. For now.”Kira stepped forward, wanting to express her gratitude, to thank him fo