Kira’s POVIt’s been four beautiful years with my darling mates, my Alpha triplets. I just cannot forget the first day I set my eyes on them and the heartwarming smile they showed me when they found out that I was their mate. They didn’t reject me as I thought. They were Alphas, it was only normal to reject a poor and weak omega like me but they didn’t.“Haven’t you been staring at us enough?” Nicholas asked, pushing himself up from the sofa. He walked over to where I stood, very close to the TV. I had totally forgotten what I had gone to do there. It was a yearly tradition to watch the marriage ceremony video on our anniversary nights. I had come to search for the CD when I got lost staring at them. Nicholas pulled me by the waist before pecking my cheeks,“We’re handsome, we know, but we still need to get this done so we can go out clubbing tonight!” he grinned revealing the most well-arranged teeth I have ever seen. My face turned red as I obeyed him and moved slightly away.“You
Kira’s POVThe ride to the club wasn’t as fast as I expected, although it was far from home, I didn’t feel it at all as Nicholas, Christopher, and Michael continued to profess love to me and I just didn’t know when I joined in too. They just couldn’t stop showering me with love.“Where are we?” I asked the minute Michael opened the door for me like the gentleman that he was.“You'll see, baby” Christopher smiled, Nicholas was also smiling making me blush. They had really put an effort into this year’s anniversary.A big door was opened and when I looked far beyond, all I saw was pitch darkness, "Where's this place?" I asked again with a slight frown, they knew very well that my eyesight even in my wolf state wasn’t as sharp as theirs.They didn't answer my question, which was very unlike them. They just led me to a particular place where a beautiful chair was placed and made me sit on it. Just one chair… I turned to look at them"Calm down," said Christopher, his voice piercing throug
Kira’s POVI closed my eyes and tried to relax but was jolted up by a loud voice that resonated through the air."Ladies and gentlemen," the voice boomed through the hall, "tonight we have a very special item up for bid… a beautiful, young woman, ripe for the taking."I felt a surge of nausea as the crowd erupted in a chorus of shouts and whistles. An auction! Disgusting, really disgusting... I just want to leave here... I'm so confused right now, I want to meet my mates for an explanation, I just want to meet them, and maybe there was some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe one of those devilish family members succeeded in casting a spell over them. They would never do what they did in their senses... They would never hit me or threaten our kids."The bidding would start soon, and as you can see, she was once a treasured part of one of the strongest packs in the world, so she's not going to be cheap. The highest item for bidding tonight is none other than, the former Luna of Silver Cres
Kira’s POVIt's been two months in this house I could clearly call hell except that Mr. Jones is making it as bearable for me as possible. At least, I don't get to be auctioned out or divorced again. I know what my destiny is now, to be used as a sex toy and nothing more. I please and pleasure my master. That's what I've become, a sex toy. Although Mr. Jones made sure all is provided for me, all is well and I'm comfortable, I can never really be comfortable. My heart is broken and shattered to pieces, I'm alone and empty and since the day I was rejected, I've not been able to communicate with my wolf. Sometimes I wonder if she is as dead as my heart. When I'm awake, the person in front of my eyes is Mr. Jones, oh how he loves to have sex with me. He wasn't kidding when he said I was going to warm his bed day and night. And that's what I do, that's all I do. When I'm asleep, all I can see are my babies. Sometimes, they are laughing so hard that their stomach hurts, sometimes they're
Kira's POV. As I stood at the burial ground, rain mingling with my tears, I watched my Master being lowered into the ground. He was gone, and with him, I buried a part of me too. Even though he was six feet down the ground now, I could not stop tearing up, almost everyone was. As I cried, I could feel the weight of the hateful glances from my Master's family but I don't really care. I knew they hated me, this was the reason he always kept me away from them.I stood there listening to whoever it was that was giving his last speech about Mr. Jones. Dressed in black clothes, I kept my gaze fixed on the place where he lay, he was truly gone. Finally, the burial ended and I remained at the cemetery to drop my last words to him since I didn’t want anyone to be there while I did so. Returning to the mansion, I was met with an unbelievable scene right outside the house. Mr. Jones's daughters had already thrown my belongings out, scattering them on the ground like discarded toys. It was li
Ashton's POV. Kira. Kira. Kira. That name echoed in my mind like a curse, a symbol of everything I despised. She had swooped in like a hawk, seizing control of everything my family had in a blink of an eye. But I refused to let her dominance go unchallenged.I don't know how she managed to achieve all she had done alone but I would not allow her to enjoy her victory. She just can't. She came out of nowhere and usurped everything, the whole empire was now under her rule, there was nothing left for us... Nothing left for the family. I paced the lavish room, my thoughts swirling with anger and confusion. How had she managed to manipulate Mr. Jones into handing over his empire? He was no weakling, he wasn't a man to be controlled by a woman, yet somehow she had twisted him around her finger."Father's death was suspicious, Ash," Mia, or was it Maya, mused, her voice dripping with venom. "I don't buy this 'natural causes' nonsense the doctors are saying. That woman, Kira, she must have
Kira’s POVThe next day. Dressed in a sleek, black gown that hugged my every curve, I sauntered out of the house precisely as the clock struck six. The fabric cascaded around me, the slit on the side teasing a hint of leg with each step. As I approached the garage, I spotted two family members perched on a bench nearby. With a deliberate pause, I swept my gaze over them, ensuring they understood they were under my scrutiny. They straightened up, but I paid them little mind as I continued my elegant stride toward the garage.I looked at the car prepared for me and looked at the other one covered next to it. “Take this one off,” I commanded the men I met at the garage, gesturing toward another car.They obeyed, revealing a gleaming new Hummer Jeep in a rich shade of brown. A smile tugged at my lips as I trailed a finger along the sleek exterior.I didn’t like the car prepared for me or maybe I didn't trust that the car was safe enough to enter. “I’ll use this,” I smiled, tracing the
Kira’s POVHis scream was muffled as I swiftly silenced him by shoving my purse into his gaping mouth, cutting off any further protests."Now listen," I commanded, my voice brooking no argument, "you'll take me to the acting owner of the club. I have a message for him: the wife of the late Don Jones has returned to reclaim her rightful ownership of this club."He nodded in reluctant agreement, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and compliance as I released him from the grasp of my purse. With a pat on his back, I offered a rare word of mockery praise."You're a strong young man,"We traversed the dimly lit passage until we reached the imposing door of the office. The bouncer, eager to announce my arrival, stepped forward, but I wasted no time in pushing the door open myself, determined to confront the man inside."How dare you…" His words were cut short as I caught him in the act of stashing money back into a drawer beneath the desk."Well, hello to you too," I greeted with a disarming
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
Kira’s POVThings have been going well...too well.So well, I’m starting to get nervous.It’s that quiet-before-the-storm kind of feeling that creeps in when you least expect it. The kind that whispers, "Brace yourself, it won’t 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 Trisha’s day. Her rules. Her smiles.And I planned on making every second count.Even if her idea of “fun” meant subjecting myself to glitter slime, rainbow pancakes, and some god-awful children’s 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."“Ash is coming a
Kira’s 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 wasn’t sure I wanted to wal