Kira's POV. "Why did you leave so soon? It was an all night party, you know, right?" Ashton asked as we made our way out of the party but I chose to ignore him. I'm so pissed up right now, I couldn't find the woman I came here for so staying here would be a waste of time."The car is this way, Kira." He informed me as I took another path."I know, I'm not taking the car." I mumbled and quickened my step, it feels good to be on sneakers. Ashton suddenly grabbed my wrist and I bit back a cuss before drawing to a halt,"What's wrong with you, just go home, I need to think." "What's wrong with you?" He asked but I took a deep breath to steady myself. I don't want to discuss anything about my life with him or anybody. He doesn't know the reason I came here and I want to keep it that way. "Just go home Ashton, I need something to distract myself, something to... Like I need to unwind, I'm really unsettled." I said and snatched my wrist away from him.Creasing his brow, he asked, "Do you w
Kira's POV The days went by with me still searching for a way to get back at those bastards who separated me from my kids. I had distanced myself not only from the entire household but also from Ashton. I hardly sleep, stay at home, or even have time for any outing that isn't worth my time. My main aim for getting here and killing all those who stood in my way was for this very purpose. If I don't find a way to penetrate into that fucking pack, I am as good as useless. The nightmares only got worse, I kept seeing myself Losing to them. I keep seeing myself watching my kids die right before my eyes. That cannot happen.Since John could not help me get the information I wanted about the Alpha triplet, I had given him another task to find my origin. Jones had once announced to his friend that I was a special breed, a special omega with special powers. I want to know more about that. I want to know how I can get my sick wolf that had been silent for the longest because her mates reject
Kira's POVI watched Ashton walk away, his bold words still ringing in my ears. The audacity he had to threaten me, yet there was something about his defiance that sparked a dark thrill within me. I smirked, my fingers brushing the handle of the knife concealed in my boot.“Keep talking, keep irking me, Ashton. It’ll make putting you down all the more satisfying,” I murmured to myself as I followed him out to the car.When I sat in the car, I gave him a deadly gaze but he only grinned at me. Gosh! I hate him! As we drove through the city, the streets blurred into a haze of lights and shadows. My mind was laser-focused on the task ahead. Anthony Reigns had dared me, I can't forget about the bullets I had to pull out of my body, the pain I had endured... Oh man, that asshole is gonna pay for every drop of blood that left my body that day. Ashton sat silently beside me, his eyes trained on the road ahead. Despite our confrontation earlier, I could sense his wariness, his guarded tension
Kira's POV. "Trisha... Oh my baby, my sweet child." I cried as I hugged my child, she hugged me back tightly crying her eyes out and I held her to my bosom."Shhh, shhh baby, I'm here now love, momma's here and she won't leave you sweetheart." I assured her, dropping kisses on her head but she still held me tight, crying and telling me not to leave her. "Sweetheart, I'm not leaving you, look... Mommy is right here and she's not going anywhere, she'll be here for you always, don't be scared darling, nothing will harm you as long as I'm here." I mumbled, still rubbing her back and kissing her.After a few minutes of sobbing, she released me from the hug and looked at me, her eyes were red, puffy and that sight hurt me so badly but I swallowed my pain and gave her a bright smile."I miss you so much mommy, why did you leave us?" She asked and I looked around the odd place we were in; it wasn't a good looking environment, it looked shabby and I didn't like the dark aura emitting from eve
Kira's POV. "Sweet sweet Kira, you think you can stand up to us? We're the invisible triplet, nothing can stand in our way, not even our little weak ex Luna!" Nicolas spat and tears clouded my vision but I didn't want to let them fall. "You... You won't get away with this... You all will pay!" I screamed, biting my tongue to keep my tears in check."You can watch us kill them and use them to Immortalize ourselves, after we become immortals, you can come after us and try to get your vengeance, alright darling?" Christopher asked with a sinister smirk and fear made its way into every part of me. "Bring Trisha! It's almost time!!" He ordered and my eyes shot around.No. Trisha... Not... Not my baby. I couldn't rescue the brothers and now her.Goddess! Why me?!I heard her scream and I cried out in pain, as I saw them dragging my little girl into the room. Trisha's terrified cries pierced through my heart like a thousand daggers. She struggled against the men who held her, her small fr
Kira's POV"Morana?" I repeated the name, confusion clouding my mind as the pain continued to ripple through my body. Vixen had always been my wolf, though weak and distant, but still there. After the rejection, I assumed she was gone, taking with her the connection I barely understood. But if Vixen was truly dead... how was I still able to use my werewolf powers?Goddess, this makes no sense."Goddess! You're so dumb!" Morana snarled in my mind, her voice sharp and impatient. The sudden aggression in her tone sent another wave of pain crashing through me, and I doubled over, clutching my sides."Fuck you!" I growled back through gritted teeth, the agony almost unbearable. "Can’t you make this shift any less painful? And stop being such a mean bitchy wolf!"Her response was a dark, amused cackle that resonated in my mind, the kind of laughter that made my blood run cold. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body was slowly being torn apart, reshaped into something... new. The moo
Kira's POV. I don't know what to do, I don't even understand anything as I stared at him, the urge to just attack him and kill him was high in me but Morana was in state of confusion, she was attracted to him and also angry with him; I guess she sees him as a distraction too. Kira... honey, are you there?” His voice was soft, cautious, as if he was speaking to a frightened animal. He stretched out his hand, inching closer. I shifted backward instinctively, my body rigid with fear—not of him, but of what his touch might do to me. Everything felt wrong, chaotic. His presence was like a burning flame, drawing me in while also filling me with the desire to snuff it out. How could he be my mate? How could the goddess choose someone like him? I don't even want any mates! “Your wolf is so beautiful and magnificent.” His smile was warm, like a lover’s whisper, and I felt Morana’s resolve waver. She began lowering her head, responding to him. The betrayal I felt at that moment was more pai
Kira's POVAshton followed me blindly to my room, his footsteps light but persistent. My emotions were a tangled mess...relief, anger, confusion....but I was grateful that I was back in control, if only for the moment. Still, it felt wild and baffling that Ashton was my second chance mate. How on earth would I deal with that stubborn fool? We were already entangled in something complicated, and now the moon goddess had thrown a twist into the mix. What more did she want from me?I shot a glance at him over my shoulder. He stood there, his dark hair tousled, a playful smile dancing on his lips. There was a devilish charm about him, and I felt a flicker of annoyance mixed with something I couldn’t quite define. “Sit and wait for me,” I instructed, my voice steady despite the chaos inside. “I need to wash up, dress, and show you why you need to stay as far away from me as possible.”The way he smiled back at me, eyes sparkling with mischief, sent a jolt of irritation through my veins. It
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