Kira's POV. Work. Work. Work. It's just Wednesday and I'm already at the verge of losing it, it's all paperwork and zero action. My enemies can't just keep quiet like that, there's no fun in that, I want a great challenge, someone who will make my heart go thud! I'm beginning to doubt if I'm in some fucking mafia or just some playground... A playground where I'm playing with papers instead of guns! Wow! I will need to set a lazy day for myself, apart from weekends of course. The meeting I was in seemed boring to me, I wanted to do something exciting but all they're all talking about is boring bullshit."Ma'am, we're losing control over our clubs and businesses in Orange City. The leaders there are being rebellious and I think they have the backing of some of the family members." One of the men stated and that definitely got my attention, it looks like there'll be some action today after all. "That's interesting, tell me more about this, I'm very much interested in showing people w
Kira's POVThe ride to Orange City was smooth and uneventful, giving me time to go over the plan in my head. As we approached the city, the sun had set, and the lights of the city glimmered in the distance. The adrenaline coursed through me, sharpening my focus and the excitement I was feeling threatened to burst through me but I kept my cool. "So... Boss, what's the plan?" Cathy asked and I just smiled, "Well, I'm thinking of using this opportunity to have fun before we use the gun, what do you think?" I asked, looking at her with nothing but mischief.She was confused by my answer, "What do you mean boss?" I sighed, "we'll go there, have fun before we start any action. I want to use the opportunity to have fun first, Lucas is currently at the club because according to the information we got, today is his birthday and he's celebrating in style. Let's help him celebrate and then we'll take him. What do you think?" Upon getting my message, she smiled, "I love the way you operate, b
Kira's POV. With a signal to my team, the club erupted into chaos. Cathy and the others sprang into action, disarming Lucas’s men with precision and speed. I kept the knife at Lucas’s throat, my eyes never leaving his as my men did their work. The men could not shoot much because they didn't know who was who. A bullet actually pierced my shoulder blade but it didn't bother me, the wound was almost painless and it would heal slowly. "You made a big mistake crossing me, Lucas," I said, my voice deadly calm. "And now, you're going to pay dearly, your biggest mistake was actually underestimating me and that's really sad."Lucas's eyes were filled with fear as he realized the extent of his miscalculation. His pride had gotten him to this, I never knew it would be too easy to take him down, he's a bigger fool than I thought. "Please," he begged, his voice trembling. "Don't kill me, please don't."I leaned in close, my lips curling into a cruel smile as I sniffed in his fear. "Oh, I’m not
Kira's POVBy the time I got to the hotel room where I had planned to spend the night, it was already 1 am. My heels clicked against the tiled ground as I made my way into the room. Without wasting time, I began to strip because I needed a warm bath immediately. After stripping myself naked, I took a knife and tore open the part in my shoulder where that motherfucker had shot me. The place had closed up and healed but the bullet was still inside, I sunk my fingers into the open wound and searched for the bullet. Clenching my teeth, I tried to swallow the scream that threatened to erupt. I hated that it healed before I could even think of taking the bullet out. “Fu.ck!” I cuss as I throw the bullet to the ground in anger. I breathed in and out with my eyes closed. Because tonight is a good night, I will resist the temptation of going back to that club and destroying every one of Lucas's supporters whether they have learned their lesson or not. Strolling into the bathroom naked, I f
Kira's POVA car parked roughly in front of me caused me to step back a little as I positioned myself for another fight only to find Cathy coming down from the car along with some other men. They had worried looks on their faces as they asked. I scoffed at them before walking past them into the car. My body was aching and I was tired. I wanted to sleep and my back, which had been scattered with bullets, still hurt even though the wounds were gradually closing up. The force at which I had landed on the pool also added to the pain. That son of a bitch, Anthony Reign, I'll make sure to end his reign. Thank goddess they hadn't come with silver bullets, these bullets were nothing compared to those. I can bear this pain for a little while longer. “Call Jonas” I instructed and saw Cathy bring her phone out to make the call. The car was already on the road before we knew it. I felt the sharp pain in my elbow, I checked it out to find a glass stuck to my flesh. I gritted my teeth in anger
Kira’s POVThe next time I woke up, it was already past 2 pm. The room was quiet and slightly dark. I toss from one side of the bed to the other before finally sitting up. I felt relieved and strengthened. The pains were all gone but I still had to listen to Jonas advice. Taking two days off from everything Although he said a week, I don't think I can take a week off and the whole world will still be intact. I just need to take a few days off and my strength will return. I took my bath and dressed up in jean shorts and a V-neck top. Picking up my phone, I made my way out of the room towards the living room. I was starving. “Bella!” I called as I made my way to the dining. The place was unusually quiet, making me wonder what's been going on all morning. “Bella…” This time she came out of the kitchen,“You’re awake, ma’am Kira,” “Hm, get me something to eat,” I ordered as I sat on the dining chair, “Where is everybody?” I asked Bella before she could disappear into the Kitchen.“I
Kira's POVAfter lunch, I walked around the mansion, and Bella decided to join me. I haven’t really spent time doing this since Jones died. We used to do this on my request, we would take a stroll and talk and laugh. The man really had a way of making me feel wanted and loved except that I knew his plans, I knew what was driving him to do all that he was doing.“Ma’am Kira, can I ask you a question?” Bella finally spoke up. I knew she had something on her mind ever since I was eating,“What is it?” I asked.“It’s about the man you were with… sir Ashton”“Hm” I plucked one of the flowers and began to cut off the petals. “Sir Ashton kept speaking about how he wishes to end you, why do you keep letting them stay?” Her voice filled with concern and I smiled. “Good reasons, Bella. Good reasons” I answered. I saw the looks on her face when Ashton said those words to me. I am sure she was expecting me to bury a bullet in his head. I walked ahead of her, there were some people who were ma
Kira's POV.“Where were we?” I asked after taking a sip. “How we don't think a woman can rule the empire”The smile on my face never faltered, though a cold fire burned in my eyes. "Is that so?" I said softly, swirling the wine in my glass. "And why is that? Because I lack the necessary anatomy? Or because you think I’m incapable of the ruthlessness required? Huh, Mr...""Larry, Larry Enzo.""Great, now tell me more Mr Larry." I urged, looking at him with a smirk.The caftan-wearing man, Larry, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "It's not about anatomy, Kira. It’s about strength, control, and respect. Can you command the same fear and loyalty that Jones did? Do you know how many years it took Jones to create this dreaded mafia?"I walked around slowly, my hips swaying seductively and I could see their lustful eyes gazing at me. I'm a mistress of seduction and I know that, I'm fucking confident that whatever I want, I get. "Fear? Loyalty? Oh, Mr. Larry, you underestimate me. Fear is
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