Kira's POV. His pace was relentless, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythm that was as brutal as it was intoxicating. My nails scraped against the wall, desperate to hold on as he drove deeper with each thrust, pulling gasps and moans from my throat. “Ashton...” I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Every nerve in my body was alight, every thrust sending me closer to the edge. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Say my name again.” I shook my head, biting my lip to stifle a moan, but he wasn’t having it. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers rubbing circles over my swollen clit. The pleasure was too much, and a cry tore from my throat. “Ashton!” I moaned, unable to stop myself, my body betraying me in the most delicious way. “That’s right,” he growled, driving into me harder, faster. “You’re mine, Kira. Say it.” The knot in my belly tightened, every thrust, every touch pushing me closer to the breaking point and my wolf was weakening my res
Kira's POV. "Wake up!" A voice resonated within me but I tried to ignore it and give in to sleep but a loud growl made my eyes fly open."C'mon Morana, this isn't fair, I need rest!" I huffed as I rubbed my sleepy eyes."You can't rest, not when your ex husbands are growing powerful everyday but you... You're okay being the mafia leader, you need power and more power and you won't achieve that by staying in bed." She hummed and I sat up, my bad mood worsening. The mention of those monsters always ruined my day and my wolf had made it a duty to ruin my mood, having her in me still feels strange, all my life, I never had a much active wolf but this one... She's not only mighty but pretty strong and I wonder where she comes from. "Questioning my origin would not bring the kids back, we need to act fast, we are delaying, we can ask our mate to help, he'll help you better if he knows what we are fighting for." Her suggestion brought waves of last night memories back into me, his claim
Kira's POV. "Your body is weak, you need to train harder, how come your physical combat is so weak?" Morana scoffed in my head as I trained with the dummies in the huge training center. I was trying to train and she was the most annoying thing ever, I don't know whether I should be grateful to the moon goddess for giving me such a powerful wolf or I should curse her cause this was too much, I can't even do anything without her complaining, she's strong, yeah but I'm trying to be stronger. "Accept the mate bond with Ashton, we'll be stronger Kira, he'll make us stronger, why is that hard for you to understand, you'll not even allow him know we're her mate, that's bad!" I dropped to the floor, clutching my side as Morana’s angry energy surged through me like a storm, piercing and causing me pain. “You don’t understand, I do not need him. I just want my kids, and no matter what you say, Morana, I’m never going to need him!” I growled, trying to block her out. But Morana was
Kira's POV. "You look beautiful ma'am." Annabella complimented me for like the hundredth time and I rolled my eyes, my whole body was aching after a long extensive training and now there's this shitty party Don Larry invited me to, I can't reject the invitation because I've rejected many of his Invitation to various events and besides the rest of the four dons will be there and as their boss, it's my duty to be there too... Sadly. "I think the gown is too exposing, do you think Ashton will be cool with it?" Morana asked and I groaned inwardly. How the hell was Mo very soft towards Ashton but extremely mean with me? "Cause he's our mate, he doesn't know it yet but I am still on with the idea that we let him know so we can bond, we'll be more powerful, your ex idiots are inseparable, we've tried many tactics to penetrate their walls these few weeks and guess what? We got nothing! So let Ashton join...""Never!"Morana growled in frustration, but I ignored her, brushing my fingers ove
Kira's POV“Ouch,” I mumbled as I tried to pry my eyes open. My entire body ached, and I felt a suffocating weakness that made my blood boil. Morana’s usual fiery presence was absent, and that absence was like a gaping hole in my chest. I can feel her but it was almost like she wasn't there.What the hell happened?Memories surged—a dance with Larry, the sharp prick of needles, and then darkness. My rage bubbled. That damned man! He betrayed me, and I’ll make sure he pays. I'm gonna kill him in the cruelest way possible. “Good to see you awake, Luna Kira, or should I say, ex-Luna Kira. You look much better than the last time I saw you.”That voice—familiar and dripping with smugness—sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced as I struggled to lift my head, my vision blurred but slowly clearing. There he was. Newton.“Newton?” I rasped, shock and anger twisting in my gut. “You bastard… How… Why…”“In flesh and blood,” he replied smoothly, leaning against the car door with a smirk that
Kira's POVNewton shoved me violently into the dimly lit room, and I stumbled forward, my hands catching the edge of a table just in time to steady myself. My rage boiled over as I whipped around to face him. “You’ll regret this, Newton,” I snarled, my voice sharp as a blade. “I’ll carve that smug look off your face myself, I'll kill you and I'll take the greatest pleasure in doing it.”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, the picture of smug arrogance. “Regret?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Sweet Kira, regret isn’t something I entertain. You, on the other hand, might want to reconsider your choices.”With a theatrical flourish, he flicked on the lights. The sudden brightness made me squint, but as my eyes adjusted, I took in the room. It was lavish to the point of insult...golden accents on the furniture, plush carpeting, and walls adorned with delicate art. A vanity table with an array of high-end cosmetics sat in one corner, while an ex
Kira's POV. “You look gorgeous, ma’am. Absolutely stunning,” the servant responsible for dressing me up gushed, her nervous hands adjusting the delicate straps of the midnight-blue gown. I rolled my eyes, catching my reflection in the ornate mirror. The gown hugged my curves perfectly, its shimmer catching the dim light of the room, and I hated how effortlessly it seemed to amplify my allure. I knew I looked stunning...always did...but the thought of dressing up for them made my blood boil. This wasn’t about me, it was about their twisted obsession. “Save your flattery,” I muttered coldly, pushing her hands away. “You’re wasting your time.” The girl flinched slightly, her timid eyes meeting mine. “I-I’m just doing what Master Newton ordered, ma’am.” I scoffed, turning back to the mirror. “Let me guess, you’re not going to tell me what else he ordered, are you?” She hesitated, her fingers twisting the fabric of her apron nervously. “I’m not allowed to—” “Spare me,” I snapped, cu
Ashton's POV. "Where the fuck did you keep her Larry?!" I punched Larry angrily, trying hard not to kill him and he just coughed out more blood. The man bonded to a chair looks like he was at the brink of death and I badly want to kill him but I need him alive, need him to stay alive till I get Kira. That stubborn woman! I told her to be careful but nah, she chose to risk herself and now, I don't even know where to search for her anymore. Larry kept pleading innocent but he was the last person to be with Kira. "Don’t give me that innocent act, Larry!" I snarled, my fist connecting with his jaw again. His head snapped to the side, blood trickling from his split lip. "You were the last one with her. Where. Is. She?" Larry groaned, his swollen face contorted in pain. "I don’t know, Ashton! I swear! I went with her to discuss something important but we were attacked immediately we entered the room, we passed out and the next time I opened my eyes, I was here, I know I never liked t
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
Kira’s 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 wasn’t me.Still, I wasn’t 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, that’s 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
Christopher’s 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.Didn’t 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 didn’t 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