The tension in the grand mansion of the alpha triplets was so thick that even everyone could feel it. The air heated with unease as Christopher stormed down the corridor, his face a mask of rage. Every step he took echoed ominously, forewarning an inevitable storm. He'd forgiven most of the sins of his brothers but this... Dammit! Nicolas tried to escape with the kids, Micheal tried other shit and he overlooked it but this... This can not be ignored. ---Inside the meeting room, Michael sat at the long mahogany table, sipping his drink nonchalantly, unaware of the chaos that was about to descend upon him. Nicholas was absent, likely off brooding in his quarters as usual. But it was Michael whom Christopher sought.The door slammed open with such force that the hinges groaned in protest. Michael’s head snapped up, his casual demeanor replaced by a flicker of confusion. Christopher’s fury was palpable, his eyes dark with betrayal as he threw a leather-bound folder onto the table. The
Kira's POV. "How much longer are you gonna watch them argue amongst themselves?" Ashton asked, pulling me closer to himself and I chuckled, trying so hard to keep my happiness in but I couldn't, watching the triplets fight amongst themselves was a pleasure on its own. I know the fight is far from over but we are getting closer to their separation and once they do, it will be easier to take them down one by one. Fuck. This is thrilling. "I'm just so excited Ash, it's a dream come true, very soon, I'll get my babies back and I'll so much enjoy killing those triplets for everything they've done to me." I giggled like a child and the smile that he gave me was simply breathtaking. "What?" I pouted, dropping on the bed and he just chuckled and dropped a kiss on my forehead, an action that got goosebumps on my body. "I just genuinely love seeing you happy. You're behaving like a child and that makes me love you more." He confessed and my chest tightened. "I told you not to love me, As
Ashton's POV.The early morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a soft golden hue. My eyes fluttered open, the lingering haze of sleep still clouding my thoughts. The first thing I noticed was warmth—the kind of warmth that only came from her.Kira.Her bare skin pressed against mine, her body molded perfectly along my side. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow like a silken wave, framing her serene face. She looked peaceful—too peaceful for someone who carried so much rage and pain. My gaze traced the delicate curve of her bare shoulder, the dip of her spine, and the way her soft breaths made her chest rise and fall.Damn... Those God damn boobs, they drive me wild. A surge of desire shot through me, hot and primal.She stirred slightly, her leg brushing against mine. That single touch unraveled my control. I ran my hand down the length of her back, feeling the way her body arched instinctively toward me, even in sleep."You're driving me insane, Kira,"
Kira's point of view. I was pacing around my office like a restless psychopath, I was mad, so fucking mad and I want to kill some Moda fucking son of a bitch. "I told ya, I never trust Denver, he's a smart ass idiot, he came to you, gained your trust and made away with your millions of dollars plus sophisticated weapons worth billions, he got guts though, he's not scared of dying " Ashton chuckled, sipping his champagne without a care in the world and all I wanted to do was take that glass of champagne and empty it on his head.His fucking step brother betrayed me and now he's telling me shit! I hate that he's wrong but damn him. I slammed my hands on the desk, making the glass of champagne in Ashton’s hand wobble. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" I hissed, my eyes narrowing at his amused smirk. "Your stepbrother just ran off with my money and weapons, and all you can do is sit there sipping champagne like it’s a fucking joke!"Ashton raised an eyebrow, taking another slow sip b
Kira's POV. "What did you say that modafucker is doing with my money?!" I asked angrily and Jonas sighed, handing me an invitation card to a party, not just any damn party, it was one of the biggest held judging from the caliber of people invited. Damn that fucker! "Arrange my private jet, I'm gonna pay that damn fool a visit, he stole my money and..." I paused and took in a deep breath to calm my raging nerves. "Going there will be extremely dangerous ma'am, the gathering isn't just about the party, he's going to be selling the weapons he stole there, the whole party shit is just a cover up and it's very private, only a select few will be attending." Jonas explained and I just chuckled. "I'm not going there as Kira, it's a masked party so I'll just go disguised as another but first, I need to go shopping, go get Ashton, we're going shopping and prepare my jet, we fly in two hours time."Jonas gave me a wary look but nodded. "Understood, ma'am." He turned and left to carry out my
Kira's POV. "Let's enjoy the party, daddy, there's still a few hours till the auctioning, let's mingle and make new friends." I mind linked Ashton who was really impatient, he badly wants to go into action immediately but that would be no fun, I want to teach that modafucker a bitter sweet lesson. "Still can't believe you want to buy the weapons at the auction when you can just kill him and take back what's yours." He replied back and I chuckled, reaching for the nearest cherry and popping into my mouth. The party was in full swing but my fun hadn't started yet, it will when the auction starts. I was about to ask Ashton to dance with me when someone cleared his throat and judging from Mo's angry growl, I bet it was Denver, that fucker. Our masks conceal us well but I still have this ting of fear that he might discover us, not that I care, if he discovers us, he'll just ruin my fun, so I have to make sure to remain hidden. "You're definitely the hottest woman in the room, care to d
Kira's POVThe grand chandelier above cast dazzling lights across the room as the auction officially began. Whispers filled the air like the hum of an ominous song as guests straightened in their seats, their eyes fixed on the stage.The sleek man in the velvet tuxedo spread his arms wide, a showman through and through. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the highlight of the night. Our first masterpiece—a golden missile prototype engineered to bypass even the most advanced supernatural shields. Crafted with precision, it’s as beautiful as it is deadly. The bidding starts at 500,000 dollars."A hush followed, only to be shattered by the first bid."Five hundred and fifty thousand!" someone shouted from the corner."Six hundred thousand," another man in an emerald green suit raised his hand."Seven hundred!" came a voice from a table near the bar.I watched the spectacle with faint amusement, leaning into Ashton. "Children squabbling over crumbs."He chuckled, his fingers tracing absent
The room was buzzing, pulsing with fear and anticipation. The moment Denver’s order left his lips, time seemed to slow. His men hesitated, their fingers tightening on the triggers but not pulling.Denver’s expression twisted with fury as he barked, "I said shoot this bitch and her dog down!"The room remained eerily silent. Not a single gunshot sounded. The men glanced nervously at each other, confusion spreading like wildfire.Ashton chuckled darkly beside me, lowering his gun just slightly. "What’s wrong, Denver? Lost your voice, or did your army grow a conscience?"Denver’s eyes darted around, his face contorting with disbelief. "Why aren’t you shooting?" he demanded, his voice rising with panic.I stepped forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The crowd’s whispers grew louder. I stopped just a few feet away from Denver and tilted my head. "You’re such a fool, Denver," I purred. "Did you really think you were still in control?"His eyes widened as realization set in.
Kira’s POVMy whole damn body was thrumming with need.Not just a passing wave of heat...no. This was a full-body ache that pulsed beneath my skin like fire licking through my veins. My thighs clenched on instinct, and I hated it. Hated how weak it made me feel. Hated how this morning's little… incident had wrecked my entire internal system.One look. One growl. One whisper of “shoot if you can,” and now I was sitting in the middle of a boring, gray-as-hell meeting, grinding my teeth and silently begging for the clock to move faster.Damn Ashton.That smug bastard had no idea what he’d done. Or maybe he did. Maybe he knew exactly what he was doing when he stood there naked, all toned muscles and confidence, looking like sin and smirking like he’d won a damn war and goddess, his mouth working on me was bliss. And I let him get to me.I let him turn my morning into this...an uncontrollable storm of hormones and heat I couldn’t shake."Just allow him to mark you and all this shit will r
Ashton’s POVThe scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, rich, dark, and sinful. My eyes snapped open on instinct. Kira. It had to be her. No one else dared wake me up with my favorite roast unless they had a death wish ...or a death wish and a death glare, which she carried equally well.I blinked through the sunlight and found her already dressed for the day, standing by the window like a goddess in a fitted navy suit that clung to her curves and screamed danger with every line. Her hair was tied up in a sleek twist, not a strand out of place. Red lips. Smoky eyes. That gun strapped to her thigh? Pure art.“Hello, sleepyhead,” she purred, sauntering over to my side of the bed with a cocky grin. “Looks like I wrecked you last night.”She winked.I grunted, sitting up slowly and taking the mug she handed me. “Thanks,” I muttered, still trying to blink the images of last night’s chaos from my head. She was trouble. Soft, deadly, addictive trouble.“You look like shit,” she comme
Kira’s POV“And you trust him enough to tutor Trisha?” Ashton asked, voice calm, too calm, the kind of calm he used right before someone got mauled.I didn’t flinch. I knew that tone, knew him.He was pissed.But trying to be polite about it.I leaned back in the armchair, swirling the champagne in my glass lazily before taking a sip. “Yeah, I trust him. Enough, at least.”Ashton’s jaw flexed. His eyes hadn’t left me once since I’d finished explaining everything. The kidnapping. The rescue. The healing. The werewolf reveal. And finally… the part where I decided to make the walking mystery our daughter’s personal tutor.“I’ve run every kind of scan on him,” I added, keeping my tone light. “Magical, physical, blood lineage, you name it. He passed them all. Even his memories were clean. No ties to the brothers. No curses. No shady backdoor deals with witches or warlocks. Just a regular lone wolf trying to live a boring life teaching about ancient wars.”Ashton didn’t blink.I pressed on.
Kira’s POV"Well, he's telling the truth, ma’am," Jonas reported, his voice crisp as he tucked the clipboard under his arm and stepped back. “His ID checks out. Staff records confirm he’s been here for years. No known criminal affiliations. And… Yes, he’s a werewolf, but he’s registered under the neutral pack treaty. Low threat level.”I exhaled through my nose, glaring at the man slumped on the infirmary bed like he personally offended me by existing. My jaw ticked as I crossed my arms, hating the way he just laid there...alive, breathing, and smugly intact despite nearly bleeding out an hour ago.Alex glanced over at me with a faint grimace, one side of his mouth twitching in what might’ve been a sarcastic smile if he wasn’t half-dead. “You always treat your heroes like this, or am I just the lucky one?”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not a hero. You’re a man I badly want to kill.”Jonas looked like he wanted to evaporate from the tension in the room, but I waved him off. He gave me a
Kira’s POVI checked my wristwatch for what had to be the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes.Any second now.Trisha would come bursting through those classroom doors, ponytail bouncing, cheeks flushed, her little feet thumping excitedly against the polished floors.She’d scream “Mommy!” like we hadn’t seen each other in years, threw herself into my arms, and talked a mile a minute about every crayon, cupcake, and classmate she encountered.I missed her.A lot."You're just being silly," Morana grumbled in my head. "It’s barely been four hours since she left. Stop being stupid."I smirked. “You miss her too.”"I do not."“You cried last night when she hugged us goodnight.”"I sneezed. Shut up."I chuckled softly, arms crossed as I leaned against the school’s outer wall, blending in with the other parents.Well, not entirely. Most of them wore business suits or yoga pants. I wore a black leather jacket over a pastel-pink sundress (thanks, Trisha), and combat boots. One mom looked at
Kira’s POV“Where are those bloody rascals?” I snarled, my voice sharp and cold as I shoved open the reinforced door to Ashton’s office.It slammed against the wall with a satisfying bang.Ashton didn’t even flinch. He was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, like he’d been expecting this exact explosion.Probably had.“Three attacks,” I hissed. “Three. On her first day. If you think I’m going to sit here and let this slide, Ashton.. ”“You’re going to kill them, aren’t you?” he asked, calm as ever.I grinned. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I?”Because really, what kind of idiot tries to attack my daughter, inside a warded, high-security school, within hours of her arrival?The kind who doesn’t value their life. That’s who.“They were intercepted before they got close,” Ashton said, pushing off the desk. “She doesn’t know anything happened. The guards did their job.”“I don’t care,” I snapped. “She shouldn’t have been a target to begin with.”His gaze met mine, serious now. “You knew this
(Few Weeks Later)Kira’s POV“School?” I repeated, blinking as I stared at Ashton across the kitchen table.He nodded casually, sliding my favorite coffee mug toward me like he wasn’t currently suggesting one of the biggest, scariest decisions of my life.“Yes,” he said. “I’ve done all the necessary arrangements. All that’s left now is your approval, and she’ll be in school by next week.”I curled my fingers around the warm mug but didn’t lift it.Instead, I just stared at the swirling steam like it held the answers."I don’t know, Ashton," I muttered, my voice low. "Trisha going to school with all these dangers hovering around… I’m scared. I was thinking of home-schooling her."He leaned forward, his voice soft but firm. “I know you’re scared. I am too. But she needs more than just protection. She needs normal.”I scoffed. “There’s nothing normal about our lives.”“She’s not just your daughter, Kira. She’s a child. She deserves to experience childhood.”I flinched.Damn him.He alway
Kira's POV"You need to stop already, do you want to kill yourself?!" Ashton’s voice rang out, laced with a mix of concern and frustration as he jogged to match my pace, he was shirtless and sweaty but still managed to look annoyingly cute.I didn’t break stride. My legs were burning, my lungs on fire, but it didn’t matter. The rhythm of my feet hitting the ground, the pounding of my heart, the rush of wind in my face, it helped drown out the thoughts.After I put Trisha to sleep, I couldn’t shut my brain off. It kept replaying the damn attack over and over, the way I’d felt when those wolves came charging at us, and how close I’d been to losing her. The thought of her in danger... It made me sick to my stomach.I had to run. I had to burn it out of me.But no matter how much I ran, no matter how much I pushed myself, the thoughts never stopped."Stop being a stubborn idiot and listen to me!" Ashton continued, his footsteps falling in sync with mine as we circled the field. "You're no
Kira’s POV“Hurry it up, girl! You’re delaying us!” Ashton’s voice boomed from outside my door, full of playful irritation and absolutely no sense of personal space.I stood in front of the mirror, scowling at my reflection like it had personally offended me.Because, honestly?It had.The dress I was wearing was pastel pink.Pastel. Pink.It had tiny floral embroidery, soft frills around the hem, and a stupid little ribbon around the waist.I looked like I was about to star in a cupcake commercial.“You look beautiful,” Morana cooed in my head, annoyingly smug. “And less dangerous. Be happy Ash got you a similar gown with Trisha.”I bit the inside of my cheek, hard.“Less dangerous?” I muttered under my breath. “I look like a demoted fairy godmother.”Morana laughed like this was the best thing that had happened all century. “Admit it. You don’t hate it.”“I hate it.”“You don’t.”“I do.”“You don’t.”I growled low and grabbed a leather belt, cinching it at my waist just to feel some