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 POV. "You really need to escape from here, we don't want history repeating itself!" Morana's voice rang in my mind but I chose to ignore her as I looked at my children's picture, they weren't looking so happy... On a closer look, one would see that the smile was forced, my babies weren't happy and they looked sick! "You... We need to leave." Morana's weak voice came again and tears dropped from my eyes. She was still extremely weak but I could hear her voice. Sometimes, she goes totally quiet, almost as if she wasn't there. "I don't want to escape, Mo, those bastards have my children and look how they are, I don't know what to do." "So are you going to stay here? They'll turn you into their personal whore, you and I know they brought you here because they... They just want to fuck you, they can't get over you, they'll just turn you into their sex toys." Morana's words sent a chill down my spine. The thought of being reduced to nothing but a plaything for those three mon
Kira's POVMy heart skipped a beat. Morana stirred weakly within me, her voice laced with excitement. "He’s here. He’s coming for us."I pushed the surge of emotion down, keeping my expression neutral. “Who is Ashton?” Michael asked, narrowing his eyes.Newton glanced at me briefly before responding. “He’s… Kira’s lover. And the late son of Jones.”The room fell silent, the tension thick as the triplets processed this revelation. Christopher’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “You mean the son of the late Jones, the man Kira was sold to?”“Yes,” Newton confirmed, his tone grim. “And it seems he’s coming with intent. This is no casual visit. From what I’ve gathered, he’s highly feared in the mafia world. A powerful Don with ruthless strategies and he has the support of someone from the supernatural realm.”My heart raced, but I masked my shock. I couldn’t afford to let them see my confusion. Ashton? A feared Don? He’s just… my bodyguard and a fuck boy. Wasn't’t he?Christ
Kira's POV. Everywhere was a chaos around us, the sound of gunfire was exciting me and the constant ‘Boom’ Sound I was hearing from time to time got me grinning I was still on Christopher's shoulder, I know they weren't afraid of Ashton, they might be afraid a little because they don't know what they are facing but that's it to it, they are dangerous but Ashton's unexpected attack wasn't something they were expecting. "I think we should go and fight that human." Nicholas grunted in frustration and I just chuckled as Newton opened another underground door for us."Masters, I would not suggest that, according to one of my men, the humans have weapons that can kill werewolves, so please, let's just escape from here. I've asked my men to prepare cars for us, we'll be out of here in no time." Newton explained calmly and I rolled my eyes. I hate how calm they are, it only tells me that going against them wouldn't not be easy.Christopher huffed, clearly agitated but not entirely dismissi
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