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
ASHTON’S POV"How dare you touch my woman?!"My voice tore through the room, shaking the damn walls as Alex staggered back. His smug face was gone. Good. The bastard looked exactly how I wanted him to, terrified.My claws pushed through my fingers, bones cracking, muscles stretching beneath my skin as my wolf surged forward, begging to be let loose.And I was this close to letting him.I’d never trusted him.Not once.That quiet charm, the lazy smiles, the fake respect, he’d been waiting for a moment like this. And now… he kissed my mate. My fated mate. My woman.“Ash…” Kira’s voice broke through the fury clouding my mind.I turned to her sharply.She looked pale. Disoriented. Her lips were parted like she couldn’t catch her breath, eyes barely holding focus. Her body swayed slightly like the ground was shifting under her.Realization slammed into me.She was drunk.No, more than drunk.She was wasted.But that didn’t make sense. Her Lycan blood made it nearly impossible. What the hel
Kira’s POV“Why is it so damn hard to get drunk?” I yelled at no one in particular, tossing the empty glass across the study table. It clinked off a stack of files and rolled uselessly onto the floor like it too had given up on life.Of course, no one answered.Because no one was here.Ashton had left a few minutes ago for a night hunt with some of the elite guards. Said it was routine. Said he’d be back by morning. Said I needed rest.He really needed to stop saying shit like that.Trisha was with Alex, supposedly finishing her lesson but I checked the monitor a few minutes ago and Bella had already taken her to bed, said she fell asleep mid-pronunciation drill with a crayon still stuck behind her ear. Typical.And now?Now I was stuck in this oversized estate, with no one to kill, no one to yell at, no Ashton to annoy and no daughter to spoil.Just me. And my very frustrating inability to get even the slightest buzz off four bottles of liquor.I slammed the fifth bottle down on the
Kira’s POV"Wrong information, madam. I'm sorry for bringing you out here because of the fake lead." Jonas bowed deeply, guilt written all over his face.I waved it off lazily, my expression calm but my heart anything but.“It’s alright, Jonas. Call Ashton. Let’s head back home,” I said with a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “We’ll get those two soon. I can feel it in my blood. Tell the men to retreat.”He nodded quickly, grateful, and disappeared into the corridor with urgency.But I didn’t move.I stood perfectly still, in the middle of the grand hall of the old mansion we’d just torn apart with runes, spells, and steel. The place reeked of age and dust, but beneath all that... I caught it. Faint. Subtle. Familiar.And enraging.They were here.Not long ago either.Jonas thinks it was a bad lead. He thinks it was a waste of time. But he’s wrong. Nicolas was here and he had one of my sons with him.I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.Yes.There it was.The faintest edge of my
Kira’s POV"Mommy!" Trisha’s voice rang through the halls like a siren, high-pitched, dramatic, and way too powerful for a five-year-old.I groaned, sinking lower into the bathtub where I had been hiding, yes, hiding, for the last two hours. No meetings. No mate. No Ashton. No chaos. Just bubbles, silence, and my sanity desperately clinging to the last five percent of peace I had left in my life.“Trisha, focus on your homework with Alex!” I shouted back, loud enough to echo through the entire estate. “Mom’s busy!”Crack!Thunder snapped outside the window, rattling the tiles around the tub.Oh hell no.I sat up, blinking through the rising steam. “Was that…?”"Yes," Morana deadpanned. “That was thunder. Your daughter just summoned a localized lightning bolt.”I slapped water. “What the fuck is wrong with her?! Who the hell does she think she is...summoning storms over homework?!”"You." Morana answered simply. “She thinks she’s you.”“Why does everyone in this house have attitude pro
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