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 masterpieceโa golden missile prototype engineered to bypass even the most advanced supernatural shields. Crafted with precision, itโs 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 Denverโs order left his lips, time seemed to slow. His men hesitated, their fingers tightening on the triggers but not pulling.Denverโs 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. "Whatโs wrong, Denver? Lost your voice, or did your army grow a conscience?"Denverโs eyes darted around, his face contorting with disbelief. "Why arenโt you shooting?" he demanded, his voice rising with panic.I stepped forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The crowdโs whispers grew louder. I stopped just a few feet away from Denver and tilted my head. "Youโre such a fool, Denver," I purred. "Did you really think you were still in control?"His eyes widened as realization set in.
Kira's POV. The moment I stepped into the room, I kicked off my heels and peeled off my gown, letting it pool around my feet. The cool air kissed my skin as I moved toward the massive bathroom. The hum of the nightโthe blood, the fury, the triumphโclung to me like a second skin. I needed a long, scorching shower to wash away the remnants of that bastard's existence.I turned on the faucet, letting the water roar to life. Steam filled the room, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. As the heat rose, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrorโbloodstained, victorious, untouchable."I feel good," Morana cackled in my head, her voice filled with savage glee.I smiled, unable to deny the mutual satisfaction. "We deserve this victory, Mo. Every damn second of it."Her growl was soft but approving. "We do. But you know what would make this bath even better?"I froze, sensing exactly where this was going."We should wait for Ash to come join us," she purred, her tone dripping with mischief
Kira's POV. I sat at the edge of the bed, twirling my gun in my hand, the metallic glint catching the sunlight streaming through the windows. "When are those modafuckers gonna split up already?" I groaned, running a hand through my hair. The tension in my muscles coiled tighter with each passing second. "I'm getting bored."Ashton, seated across from me, lounged with this crazy calm, his long legs stretched out as he sipped his coffee. His lips quirked into a lazy grin. "Chill, baby," he drawled, the warmth in his golden eyes softening. "Those three damned triplets trust each other like they're welded together. But cracks donโt happen overnight." He set the mug down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The people we sent are doing their job. Letโs wait and see."I narrowed my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek. "Weโve waited long enough."Ashton stood, walked over, and took the gun from my hand, placing it gently on the desk. His touch was steady. "Kira, listen to
Kira's POV. The sharp slap of cold water against my face did little to calm the crazy storm inside me. I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection as droplets slid down my skin. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, so hard that I felt deep contracting pain. Ashtonโs words rang in my ears."You can trust me."No. Trust made you weak. Trust led to betrayal. Iโd built my empire on the ashes of broken promises and deep betrayal...I wasnโt about to hand someone else the keys to my soul. Again! I took a deep breath and straightened. By the time I opened the door, my mask was firmly in place. Ashton was lounging in a chair, twirling his glass in one hand, but his eyes sharpened the second he saw me."Feel better?" he asked, though his tone was clipped."Much." I plastered on a smile and headed for the door. "Come on. Iโm starving.""I'm sorry if whatever I said hurt you, you don't have to be in a hurry, I'll wait for as long as I can. I'm willing to do that just for you." He said and I cl
Kira's POV. A low groan escaped me before I fling the book in my hands away, the frustration in me was threatening to consume me and my rage was making my powers unstable. Yes. Powers. Over the past few days, I have developed some weird powers I can't even explain, I'm a fucking werewolf so how was I able to use magic? "Maybe you are a hybrid." Morana chuckled and I rolled my eyes as I grabbed another ancient book that contains information about supernatural creatures to have a look. Morana's powers seemed to be growing every second, not only can she shift into different wolves, she was doing things werewolves should not be doing and she seems happy about it while I get more confused cause no books have any details about what I was exhibiting, not even hybrids. "You should be happy, the more power you have, the more chances we have against those pieces of trash you call ex husbands, can't wait to kill them." Her voice was so thrilling as she painted bloody images in my mind."Yo
Kiraโs 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.Sheโd scream โMommy!โ like we hadnโt 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. "Itโs barely been four hours since she left. Stop being stupid."I smirked. โYou miss her too.โ"I do not."โYou cried last night when she hugged us goodnight.โ"I sneezed. Shut up."I chuckled softly, arms crossed as I leaned against the schoolโs 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
Kiraโs POVโWhere are those bloody rascals?โ I snarled, my voice sharp and cold as I shoved open the reinforced door to Ashtonโs office.It slammed against the wall with a satisfying bang.Ashton didnโt even flinch. He was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, like heโd been expecting this exact explosion.Probably had.โThree attacks,โ I hissed. โThree. On her first day. If you think Iโm going to sit here and let this slide, Ashton.. โโYouโre going to kill them, arenโt you?โ he asked, calm as ever.I grinned. โWhy the fuck wouldnโt I?โBecause really, what kind of idiot tries to attack my daughter, inside a warded, high-security school, within hours of her arrival?The kind who doesnโt value their life. Thatโs who.โThey were intercepted before they got close,โ Ashton said, pushing off the desk. โShe doesnโt know anything happened. The guards did their job.โโI donโt care,โ I snapped. โShe shouldnโt have been a target to begin with.โHis gaze met mine, serious now. โYou knew this
(Few Weeks Later)Kiraโs POVโSchool?โ I repeated, blinking as I stared at Ashton across the kitchen table.He nodded casually, sliding my favorite coffee mug toward me like he wasnโt currently suggesting one of the biggest, scariest decisions of my life.โYes,โ he said. โIโve done all the necessary arrangements. All thatโs left now is your approval, and sheโll be in school by next week.โI curled my fingers around the warm mug but didnโt lift it.Instead, I just stared at the swirling steam like it held the answers."I donโt know, Ashton," I muttered, my voice low. "Trisha going to school with all these dangers hovering aroundโฆ Iโm scared. I was thinking of home-schooling her."He leaned forward, his voice soft but firm. โI know youโre scared. I am too. But she needs more than just protection. She needs normal.โI scoffed. โThereโs nothing normal about our lives.โโSheโs not just your daughter, Kira. Sheโs a child. She deserves to experience childhood.โI flinched.Damn him.He alway
Kira's POV"You need to stop already, do you want to kill yourself?!" Ashtonโs 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 didnโt break stride. My legs were burning, my lungs on fire, but it didnโt 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 couldnโt shut my brain off. It kept replaying the damn attack over and over, the way Iโd felt when those wolves came charging at us, and how close Iโd 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
Kiraโs POVโHurry it up, girl! Youโre delaying us!โ Ashtonโs 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.โYou look beautiful,โ Morana cooed in my head, annoyingly smug. โAnd less dangerous. Be happy Ash got you a similar gown with Trisha.โI bit the inside of my cheek, hard.โLess dangerous?โ I muttered under my breath. โI look like a demoted fairy godmother.โMorana laughed like this was the best thing that had happened all century. โAdmit it. You donโt hate it.โโI hate it.โโYou donโt.โโI do.โโYou donโt.โI growled low and grabbed a leather belt, cinching it at my waist just to feel some
Kiraโs POVThings have been going well...too well.So well, Iโm starting to get nervous.Itโs that quiet-before-the-storm kind of feeling that creeps in when you least expect it. The kind that whispers, "Brace yourself, it wonโt last."But I refused to let that fear take over. Not today.Today was for Trisha.I pushed the thoughts aside and rolled out of bed, stripping off my shirt as I made my way to the bathroom. The cool air kissed my bare skin, goosebumps rising as I stepped onto the tiled floor.Today was Trishaโs day. Her rules. Her smiles.And I planned on making every second count.Even if her idea of โfunโ meant subjecting myself to glitter slime, rainbow pancakes, and some god-awful childrenโs movie with way too many musical numbers.As the water turned hot, steam filled the room. I stepped under the showerhead and let the heat soak into my skin, muscles relaxing as I tilted my head back."She deserves this," I whispered to myself. "She deserves everything."โAsh is coming a
Kiraโs POV "Morgan Lycan?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt foreign, unreal, yet they echoed in my bones like they had always been a part of me. I narrowed my eyes at the old witch...though calling her "old" felt ridiculous. She looked no older than a teenager, her skin smooth, her features delicate and flawless. But I could feel the ancient energy pulsing from her. She had lived for centuries. And she knew things. Things about me. "Yes," the witch confirmed, folding her hands in front of her. "Your kind were believed to have gone extinct long ago. But... Well, it seems you survived what wiped out your entire clan. Which is strange because the force that eradicated them made sure no one was left alive." I exhaled sharply, my hands balling into fists. I was finally learning about my origins. I should be thrilled. I should feel something. But all I felt was...hollow. Like I had just opened a door to a past I wasnโt sure I wanted to wal
Kiraโs POV"Mom! Faster... he's gonna win!" Trisha squealed with laughter, her tiny voice ringing through the air as she bounced on her feet.I huffed, pushing my legs harder as Ashton and I sprinted across the open field, the cool wind whipping against my face.Ashton was insanely fast today, his eyes gleaming with pure amusement as he shot me a cocky grin mid-run.The bastard.I had no idea who the hell he was trying to impress, but it sure as fuck wasnโt me.Still, I wasnโt about to let him win so easily."You're cheating!" I called out, my breath coming fast as I surged forward.Ashton let out a deep chuckle, barely looking winded as he kept pace ahead of me. "Cheating? Angel, I'm just naturally superior."Oh, thatโs it.Mo growled in my head. "Break his legs."Tempting.I dug deep, my muscles burning as I pushed forward, tapping into a small fraction of my power.Just enough.I felt the shift in energy, the wind bending for me as I launched forward with unnatural speed, overtakin
Christopherโs POVMy mind burned with rage and unimaginable pain as I watched the news on the massive screen in front of me.The words echoed in my ears, stabbing through my skull like a million blades."Alpha Michael...presumed dead. His fortress burned to the ground. The infamous Dark Angel, Kira, has made her first move against the men that betrayed her."The images of blackened ruins, of charred bodies, of absolute destruction flashed across the screen.Michael was gone.Kira...that fucking lowly Omega...killed my brother.Burnt him.Didnโt even leave his body for us to bury.I roared, my vision bleeding red as my claws shot out, my wolf snarling inside me."That fucking bitch!" my wolf seethed, his voice dripping with pure hatred. "She didnโt just kill him, she erased him! She humiliated him! She tore apart everything we built!"A sharp crack echoed through the room as I kicked the coffee table, sending it flying against the wall. It shattered into useless pieces, much like the c