The forest swallowed Hyde whole as he pushed deeper into the woods. He didn’t care about the thorns that scraped his arms or the branches that slapped against his face. The roar inside him was louder than the rustling leaves or the wind through the treetops.He found a space... surrounded by crooked trees and stopped. His chest heaved, his breath ragged with rage. Without hesitation, he turned toward the nearest tree and slammed his fist into its trunk. The bark bit into his knuckles, splitting the skin, but he didn’t stop. Another punch. And another.“Damn it!” he growled, each word guttural, shaking through clenched teeth.The bark tore, and blood was beginning to coat his fist, but Hyde barely felt it. Pain was welcome it made sense. It had rules. Unlike Alonzo’s twisted schemes. Unlike the burning anger that clawed at his insides because he’d had to walk away when everything in him screamed to destroy his brother.He leaned forward, his palms flat against the tree, breathing hard.
Kiara's POV. I was already half asleep when I heard the room door creak open.At first, I didn’t move. Just laid there, covered in the sheets. then I stirred slightly to check who it was, and my breath caught in my throat.Hyde.Something in the way the atmosphere in the room moved when he entered. I sat up slowly, pushing the covers off. The room was a bit dark, but I could still make out his face. I slowly sat up, my gaze fixed on him. He didn’t say anything. Just stood there my heart skipped a beat when I sighted blood crusting over his knuckles like dried paint.“Hyde,” I breathed.He didn’t even look up. His shoulders were rigid, his coat hung open, and his hands… gods, his hands.I didn’t ask right away. I didn’t say anything else. I just turned, walked into the bathroom, and ran the water.I found one of the smaller towels, soaked it through, wrung it out, and came back.He still hadn’t moved.“You’re dripping on the floor,” I murmured, gently.That got his attention.He f
Kiara's POV.The bed was empty when I reached out.Hyde wasn’t there.I blinked against the early morning light filtering through the curtains.I sat up slowly, the draw of sleep still in my eyes. The room felt too quiet without him in it. I glanced toward the door, hoping maybe he’d just stepped out for water... or something. But no. He was gone.Again.I sighed, dragging myself out of bed, and headed into the bathroom, starting the bath without much thought. The steam was warm against my skin offering relaxation, but my mind was already pacing like a restless animal.Where had he gone?After last night… I didn’t expect him to vanish like that. Not without a word.I sank into the tub and tried to push the unease out of my lungs. He needed space, I told myself. That was who he was. But still. The way he’d looked at me..touched me. That hadn’t felt like something you walked away from without a trace.When I got out, the maids had already arrived. I must’ve been in the bath longer than
Hyde fumed with anger and frustration as he stormed through the hallways of the quarters. The building was familiar, holding the memories of far too many nights spent in the same disarrayed state... fueled by anger, by tension, or even crave for pleasure. It was his last resort; it was where men like him went when the world weighed too heavily on their shoulders and needed a night of pleasure and ecstasy.The last time he had walked these halls, it had been under vastly different circumstances, with a sense of triumph and freedom that came knowing he wouldn't be back. Because he was getting married and the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain by cheating with his other mistresses. But it seemed that was too much sacrifice for her. Tonight, he was ready to feed his beast, it's been a long while anyway. And what better way to do that than with Valerie? the woman who had once held a place in his life... who had once known the touch of his lips, his hands, and the dark corners
The door clicked shut behind him as Valerie practically ran out, but Hyde didn’t move. The room felt hollow, too quiet, too still. His heartbeat loud enough that he could hear them in his ears, louder than the muted music outside or the whisper of voices from the hallway as the quarter party continued. He stood there, his back pressed against the wood, trying to collect the pieces of whatever was left of him after that encounter.His knuckles still ached from how hard he’d gripped her wrist. Shame prickled the back of his neck. He hadn’t meant to hurt Valerie... not really... but he also hadn’t expected his emotions to boil over like that. Rage, guilt, confusion… it all clawed at him.He ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, the weight of his choices pressing harder than ever. This place that once felt like his pleasure pack away from his worries, now it felt like a crypt, each memory layered with dust and regret. The lavish couch by the window, the half drunk bottle of scotch
Kiara's POV.It was past noon, and the house's still silence all over the house was so suffocating, I wanted to scream. The quiet wasn’t peaceful, it was stifling. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones and makes every creak of the floor, every tick of the clock, every rustle of fabric feel too loud. I had been alone since Hyde slammed the door behind him last night, storming out of his training hall. Since he decided, again that the best way to deal with our disagreements was to run.And this time, he ran to them.His mistresses. His pretty little distractions. His poisonous comforts. Women who didn’t ask questions, didn’t make demands, didn’t fight back when his anger rose like a storm tide. Women who didn’t care about him, not the way I did, not the way that demanded truth.My fingers were tangled in my hair, half heartedly trying to make sense of the chaos there, but I kept losing focus. I sat on the large dressing chair in our bedroom, before the mirror. I hadn't opened
Kiara's POVThe evening was in full bloom and I was alone in the room.It was beginning to get suffocating, repeating the same process of the day always.So I decided to step out.The cold evening breeze washed over me and for the first time in what felt like days, I felt alive again.But I hadn’t walked more than a few yards before I noticed something strange.Everyone… was rushing.The streets, usually lazy and slow this time of day, were suddenly buzzing. Everyone hurrying in the same direction. Warriors. Mates. Even the older omegas who never left the kitchens. I paused, watching as people poured out of homes and buildings, heading toward the heart of the woods.Where were they going?A maid, Mila, I think her name was... brushed past me, nearly tripping on her hem.“Mila!” I called out, jogging to catch up.She turned, flushed and breathless, clearly in a rush.“My lady, oh, you're not ready yet?” she asked, confused.“Ready for what?” I frowned.Her brows shot up like I’d just t
Kiara's POV.The tears had stopped, but the ache hadn’t.I sat there, my knees hugged to my chest, as the moon’s reflection moved in the rippling stream like it was mocking me. The night was quiet now. The kind of quiet that lets your thoughts get louder. I hated that part the most. When your mind starts replaying every word, every stare, every truth you’ve tried to bury.She’s not one of us. She doesn’t even shift.They weren’t wrong.I’d tried to tell myself they didn’t matter, that I didn’t need their approval. But tonight, surrounded by a pack that was transforming under the full moon while I sat on the outside, I had never felt smaller.Eventually, I pushed myself up, limbs stiff, heart heavier than before. I shuffled over to the wooden bench near the water’s edge and sat, closing my eyes and breathed in the scent of earth and water.Maybe just five minutes, I told myself. Just a moment to feel like I’m not falling apart.And for a moment, I did feel safe.Until something moved
Kiara's POV.The night breeze relaxed my mind comfortably.I sat on a stone bench mounted on several parts of the garden, pulling my robe tighter around me, but not because I was cold. The garden had always been my place of calm, a corner of quiet. I could almost convince myself I wasn’t waiting for him.Almost.But my eyes stayed open.Hyde had left a while ago, long enough for the worry to start its slow creep in my chest. I hadn’t asked where he was going. He hadn’t offered the information. I told myself he just needed to feel the outside breeze just like I wanted as well.I ran my fingers through the petals of a moonlit lily beside me, trying to distract myself. The night was beautiful. Quiet. Peaceful. But all I could feel was the tightening in my gut.Then I saw him.A shadow at first, moving with the fluid pressure only Hyde ever had. He stepped into the the clearer light, and my breath caught in my throat.He looked like he’d been dragged through a war.His shirt clung to hi
The woods had always been a place for thinking.Hyde didn’t come to the forest for peace, he came for space. The kind of space that let thoughts stretch and unravel, wild and aimless. Although the quietness presently wasn’t comforting, not exactly. It was too alive, too watchful. Every creak of tree trunks, felt like he was been observed. But he pushed the thoughts away and and continued walking. His thought was centered on Kiara.She wasn’t the same girl he had first found trying to run away from her pack just so she doesn't have to marry him, and she was too scared of her father to stand up to him about it. There was so much fear and uncertainty in her eyes that day. She looked too naive. Too weak, bruised. But she’d changed. Bit by bit. Hardened and honed.He had seen the changes in her, more clearly than she saw it in herself. The quiet strength building behind her words. The way she didn't flinched when he told her his story... everything, no half truths, no softening, she h
Kiara's POV.The heavy steel door creaked open on a slow groan, and I stepped in.Hyde stood at the far end of the hall, shirtless, skin gleaming with sweat, knuckles bloodied from the heavy bag he’d been working like it owed him a life.His back was to me.“Didn’t I give an order?” he said, voice low and flat.“You did,” I said, stepping closer. “And I’m ignoring it.”He froze. I watched the muscles in his shoulders tense, then slowly relax.“I’m not in the mood, Kiara.”“Well, too bad,” I said, folding my arms. “Because I didn’t come here for your mood. I came here for you. And I’m not leaving without answers.”He turned to face me then.And when he did… his eyes were still normal. But everything else about him looked hollow. Torn.“You shouldn’t be here.”“I need to be here.”Our stares locked. For a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of everything unsaid crackled between us like electricity.Then he looked away.“What do you want to hear?” he said bitterly. “That I’m not who
Kiara's POV.I didn’t move.Couldn’t.His footsteps had vanished into the thick woods.Red. His eyes turned red.What the hell does that mean?My mind tried to rationalize, to explain it away, some side effect of shifting? Stress? Some bloodline thing I’d never learned? But no… I’d seen shifts my whole life. I’d watched every member of my pack change under a dozen full moons. I’d never seen eyes do that.Tonight too when everyone else was shifting, there was no trace of color change in their eyes. If there was, I could have concluded it to be a pack trait. But it wasn't.And Hyde, he was scared. At least he looked so.That terrified me more than anything.I stood up, almost on instinct. My legs still shaky, my heart trying to punch its way through my ribs. I stared at the woods, hoping, stupidly that he might come back. That maybe he’d realize I deserved answers. That I needed them.But all I got was silence.After what felt like eternity, it was finally the early hours of the morning
Kiara's POV.The tears had stopped, but the ache hadn’t.I sat there, my knees hugged to my chest, as the moon’s reflection moved in the rippling stream like it was mocking me. The night was quiet now. The kind of quiet that lets your thoughts get louder. I hated that part the most. When your mind starts replaying every word, every stare, every truth you’ve tried to bury.She’s not one of us. She doesn’t even shift.They weren’t wrong.I’d tried to tell myself they didn’t matter, that I didn’t need their approval. But tonight, surrounded by a pack that was transforming under the full moon while I sat on the outside, I had never felt smaller.Eventually, I pushed myself up, limbs stiff, heart heavier than before. I shuffled over to the wooden bench near the water’s edge and sat, closing my eyes and breathed in the scent of earth and water.Maybe just five minutes, I told myself. Just a moment to feel like I’m not falling apart.And for a moment, I did feel safe.Until something moved
Kiara's POVThe evening was in full bloom and I was alone in the room.It was beginning to get suffocating, repeating the same process of the day always.So I decided to step out.The cold evening breeze washed over me and for the first time in what felt like days, I felt alive again.But I hadn’t walked more than a few yards before I noticed something strange.Everyone… was rushing.The streets, usually lazy and slow this time of day, were suddenly buzzing. Everyone hurrying in the same direction. Warriors. Mates. Even the older omegas who never left the kitchens. I paused, watching as people poured out of homes and buildings, heading toward the heart of the woods.Where were they going?A maid, Mila, I think her name was... brushed past me, nearly tripping on her hem.“Mila!” I called out, jogging to catch up.She turned, flushed and breathless, clearly in a rush.“My lady, oh, you're not ready yet?” she asked, confused.“Ready for what?” I frowned.Her brows shot up like I’d just t
Kiara's POV.It was past noon, and the house's still silence all over the house was so suffocating, I wanted to scream. The quiet wasn’t peaceful, it was stifling. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones and makes every creak of the floor, every tick of the clock, every rustle of fabric feel too loud. I had been alone since Hyde slammed the door behind him last night, storming out of his training hall. Since he decided, again that the best way to deal with our disagreements was to run.And this time, he ran to them.His mistresses. His pretty little distractions. His poisonous comforts. Women who didn’t ask questions, didn’t make demands, didn’t fight back when his anger rose like a storm tide. Women who didn’t care about him, not the way I did, not the way that demanded truth.My fingers were tangled in my hair, half heartedly trying to make sense of the chaos there, but I kept losing focus. I sat on the large dressing chair in our bedroom, before the mirror. I hadn't opened
The door clicked shut behind him as Valerie practically ran out, but Hyde didn’t move. The room felt hollow, too quiet, too still. His heartbeat loud enough that he could hear them in his ears, louder than the muted music outside or the whisper of voices from the hallway as the quarter party continued. He stood there, his back pressed against the wood, trying to collect the pieces of whatever was left of him after that encounter.His knuckles still ached from how hard he’d gripped her wrist. Shame prickled the back of his neck. He hadn’t meant to hurt Valerie... not really... but he also hadn’t expected his emotions to boil over like that. Rage, guilt, confusion… it all clawed at him.He ran a hand over his face, exhaling slowly, the weight of his choices pressing harder than ever. This place that once felt like his pleasure pack away from his worries, now it felt like a crypt, each memory layered with dust and regret. The lavish couch by the window, the half drunk bottle of scotch
Hyde fumed with anger and frustration as he stormed through the hallways of the quarters. The building was familiar, holding the memories of far too many nights spent in the same disarrayed state... fueled by anger, by tension, or even crave for pleasure. It was his last resort; it was where men like him went when the world weighed too heavily on their shoulders and needed a night of pleasure and ecstasy.The last time he had walked these halls, it had been under vastly different circumstances, with a sense of triumph and freedom that came knowing he wouldn't be back. Because he was getting married and the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain by cheating with his other mistresses. But it seemed that was too much sacrifice for her. Tonight, he was ready to feed his beast, it's been a long while anyway. And what better way to do that than with Valerie? the woman who had once held a place in his life... who had once known the touch of his lips, his hands, and the dark corners