Mia's POV I'm so angry right now. My head feels like it's going to explode. How could they manage to get out of the trap I set for them? This plan feels so stupid. Not only did the boy benefit from what I did, but they also got admiration from everyone. This isn't what I wanted. Now I've got a few people criticizing me for trying to blame them for this. I carefully planned everything—they should have fallen into the trap. I didn't think they would be smart enough to solve this so fast. Even if they found out that they were innocent, it should have been later, after their reputation was completely ruined. "Why are you so obsessed with destroying us? Don't you think you've done enough?" Sean asked me. I have not even done anything, and they are already complaining. Besides, who made them the heroes when they bullied me years ago? How could they save someone from bullying when they are bullies themselves? "Enough? You wish! I haven't done anything to you and your brothers at all
Mia's POV I opened my eyes and found myself somewhere I didn't recognize. It was so dark, and I could hardly see. It was still daytime, but there was fog in this part of the woods. Not only that, but I could see my blood everywhere on the floor—yet I felt fine. Memories of what happened to me earlier started flashing through my mind the moment I looked up and saw the cliff. Not just that, but I also started recalling memories from the past—how I was pushed down the cliffs by those girls. This feels like the exact same thing happening to me again, and I don't know what to do. My body started to tremble, and I got so scared. There's no one to look for me or help me. Those brothers are probably going to be happy that they got rid of me. This way, no one will tell the world what they did to me, and the story will end there. Even if someone else said it, they probably wouldn't believe them because there is no evidence. I'm the only living proof, and now I'm going to die here. “Mia
Mia's POV I rested for the day and thought of what I was going to do. After refusing the offer for help, I knew I had to do this on my own. Those girls were no difficulty for me to beat up—I just didn't want to show my strength in front of anyone and arouse any suspicions. The way I'm going to do this is by setting an ambush for them. Of course, I want them to think I already forgot that they did that to me so that I can easily catch them red-handed. I checked their schedule the next day through Daisy, and she helped me get all the things I needed ready. I looked for a very strong iron rod that I was going to use to beat them up. I needed to break part of their bones too, so they would also spend time in recovery. Killing them would be too easy, and I don't want to become someone like them. But leaving them and saying I don't want revenge would make me a hypocrite. That certainly doesn't mean I am going to forgive them for what they did. After Daisy managed to lure them into
Sean's POV My brothers and I watched as Mia tortured and beat up those girls. We didn't bother to step in, and we had already made sure we covered for her so that no one would come to interrupt her. It was so satisfying to see—and scary at the same time. The Mia we knew in the past would never do this to anyone. She never even had the strength to beat people up. But seeing how strong she was now and how skilled she had become… it's kind of strange to me. Even without a wolf, it would take a lot of practice to get to this level of strength. "Don't you guys think there's something strange about her strength? Look at the way she's handling them without anything stopping her. Those girls are strong! How is she able to do that?" I asked them. "Probably because she has gone through a lot, and she doesn't want anyone to bully her again, so she became stronger mentally and physically. Besides, we haven't seen her for years. You don't know how hard she trained just to get revenge on us,
Xavier's POV "What did you just say?"We couldn't believe what we had just heard from our brother. It seemed like he was trying to play tricks on us, but at the same time, it felt like the truth—which was why we were all shocked to listen to what he said. I moved closer to him and touched his forehead to see if he was burning up, but he was completely fine. "You're completely fine, so you couldn't have been saying nonsense. And you're not hallucinating, so what did you say again?" "I'm telling you all that I just found out Mia's real identity. She is the white wolf, and she has been hiding it from us for so long," Sean replied again. It sounded both funny and serious at the same time. Mia is our mate who can save us, and she is also the white wolf who can save herself. So in the end, she's the only one who can save us both ways. "What do you mean? We clearly concluded that she's not the white wolf. Where did you see that?" Rolex fired at him. But Nathan was different—it s
Mia's POV It's weird. It's so weird that they are being too nice to me. Yesterday, Sean sent away someone who wanted me to explain something to him about the techniques I learned, and I couldn't explain it to him. Today, I tried to look for the poor guy, and he was just avoiding me like a plague. It's all thanks to him, and a lot of guys seem to be avoiding me too. Did they do something behind my back, like telling them weird things, and now they are avoiding me? Or could it be the fact that everyone thinks I'm still a monster now? I mean, since I already took care of those girls and made them pay for what they did to me, I've never been so happy. It was the first time I got full revenge on someone and paid them back the way they paid me. Though what I did might be too cruel, it's nothing compared to what they did to me. I was still merciful enough to let them live, so they should be happy with that. And after all, the coordinators are not blaming me for anything. Somehow, th
Rolex's POV It's weird enough that we are all in a situation now where we have to praise whatever she does in case we want her to help us. It's been very annoying to do, but she deserves everything we are doing now. We decided to give her the princess treatment she deserves, but she's always running away from us. Could it be that she already knew that we found out her secret, and she's trying to stay away from us so she won't have to help us with anything? But it doesn't seem fair to me. She should at least give us a chance to redeem ourselves. To be honest, I'm already tired of this endless cycle of chasing her around, and she still keeps the hatred in her heart. It's a little bit too late for me to be the one lecturing her, but I hope she can finally find it in her heart to forgive someone. "What are you thinking about so intensely that you are this serious?" Sean asked me. "Nothing much. It's just the fact that we finally found the white wolf, and it only means that we are
Mia's POV "Don't yell at me, you bastard! You don't get to tell me what to do!" He scoffed. "I'm doing this for your own good, and you think this is about me trying to control you?" Why is he being so defensive and sensitive? I'm just here looking at the stores, and I've been doing this since I got here. Nothing has happened to me. I keep telling them that I can protect myself, but they don't believe me. It seems like their so-called protection has gotten worse these days. "Excuse me, Rolex, I don't need you breaking down for me or anything. Stop yelling at me. I'll be fine." "Well, you are not here alone, and our job is to protect you. Stop making it difficult for us. You are always acting like this. Don't you get tired?" That sounded like an insult to me. I saw him walk away, and I couldn't say anything at all. Is he finally getting tired of me? Will he show his true colors? Maybe if I keep acting like this, they will finally tell me what they want and stop following me a
Mia's POVThe door creaked open as Daisy returned, juggling a tray of soup and fruit, nudging the door closed with her hip. Her smile vanished the moment she saw me sitting bolt upright in bed, clutching my phone like it might bite me.They found me. After everything, they still won't let me go."What happened?" Daisy rushed to my side, nearly spilling the soup in her hurry.My fingers trembled so badly I could barely hold out the phone. "He called. Xavier. Just now."His name on my screen felt like an invasion. Like he was already here, in this room.Daisy glanced at the screen, then gently pried the phone from my white-knuckled grip and set it face-down on the nightstand. "Hey, it's okay. You didn't answer. You turned it off. That's all that matters.""What if they tracked it?" The words came out in a panicked whisper as my mind raced through worst-case scenarios. "What if they find out where I am?"I can't run again. Not like this. Not while I'm still bleeding."They won't," she sa
Mia's POVThe world was white and quiet.A soft beeping, the faint scent of antiseptic, and the heaviness of my body all told me one thing—I was in a hospital. My thoughts swam lazily through a fog, struggling to piece together how I'd gotten here.The last thing I remember was... pain. So much pain. And their faces, watching me fall.I blinked open my eyes slowly, wincing at the harsh fluorescent light. My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, every muscle protesting as I tried to shift position."Mia!" Daisy's voice broke into my haze, and before I knew it, she was gripping my hand, her eyes wide with worry. "Oh, thank the Goddess, you're awake."I tried to speak but choked on the dryness in my throat. My tongue felt like sandpaper against the roof of my mouth, and panic flashed through me as memories started flooding back."The… baby?" I whispered, barely getting the words out. Please, please let my baby be okay.She sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a few strands of h
Mia's POVI drifted back to consciousness slowly, like swimming up from deep water. The first thing I registered was the softness beneath me and a scent I knew intimately—cedarwood and mint. My eyes flew open as my heart skipped painfully.This is my old room. Our room. How did I get here?Confusion flooded through me as I took in the familiar surroundings—the pale blue walls, my favorite quilt folded at the foot of the bed, my dog-eared books still lined up on the shelf. Nothing had changed, yet everything had.Did they bring me back here? Why would they do that after everything that happened?My hand moved instinctively to my stomach, fingers spreading protectively over the tiny life growing within me. The memories of what happened before I passed out came rushing back—the cruel laughter, the humiliation, the feeling of my knees against the hard floor as they forced me to crawl.My baby felt that. All that stress, that fear. I should have been stronger.I sat up carefully, wincing a
MIA’S POV"Why are you here?" Sean asked.His voice cut through me like he was addressing a stranger who'd wandered in off the street. Not the woman he'd held in his arms countless nights. Not the woman he'd whispered promises to in the dark.How can he look at me that way? Like I'm nothing to him? The music died suddenly. Everyone turned to stare, drinks paused midway to lips, conversations hanging unfinished in the air. I felt their eyes crawling over me—soaking wet from the rain, hair plastered to my face, chest heaving with each ragged breath."You're seriously asking me that?" My voice came out stronger than I felt. I took a step forward, then another. "Are you all completely insane? Your father just died, and you're throwing a damn party like nothing happened?"They should be grieving. We all should be. Instead, they're celebrating while I'm carrying their child alone.A few guests shifted uncomfortably, exchanging glances. Others watched with barely concealed interest, like th
Mia's POVRain hammered against my skin, each droplet another reminder of how completely alone I was. I hugged my knees tighter to my chest, the sodden grass beneath me had long since soaked through my jeans. My gaze remained fixed on the pack house gates, watching, waiting, hoping against hope that someone—anyone—would emerge and tell me this was all some cruel misunderstanding.No one came.Minutes stretched into hours. The darkness deepened around me, but nothing compared to the void growing inside my chest. I couldn't stop replaying their words in my head, those sweet promises that had once meant everything:"You're safe with us, Mia.""We'll protect you with our lives.""You're our mate—our forever."The memory of their voices twisted the knife deeper. How easily they'd cast me aside, as if those vows had been nothing but convenient lies. As if I had been nothing.When the first light of dawn broke through the clouds, something inside me finally broke too. My body protested as I
Mia's POVQuiet spread over my skin like winter cold, each moment that passed without them touching me making me colder than before. After being together, it should have felt warm—it always did before—but something had changed. The air in the room felt wrong. Heavy. Final.My body still felt the touch of their hands, my skin marked with signs of what we'd just shared. Sweat cooling on my skin. Hair messy from their hold. The familiar ache between my legs that usually made me feel good now left me empty.I waited for what always came next. Sean's rough hands moving over my hip, his touch both owning and soft. Rolex pushing hair behind my ear, whispering dirty promises about next time. Xavier's rough lips pressing against my head, his voice a deep "Good girl" that always made me feel like I belonged.Instead, they stood up. Put their clothes on. And walked away.The bed moved as Nathan got up last, his warmth leaving me. I reached for him without thinking, my fingers touching his wrist.
Mia’s POVI didn't even recognize myself anymore. The walls that once held laughter and warmth were nothing but cold reminders of what I had lost. And still… I stayed. Even after everything. Even after they humiliated me. Ignored me. Disrespected me.Three percent. That's all I am now. Three percent of the woman I used to be. Three percent courage. Three percent hope. Three percent fool.Because maybe if I loved them harder, Maybe if I gave them everything, They would remember that I was once their everything too.I cooked their favorite dishes—like muscle memory, chopping, seasoning, stirring with trembling hands. The scent filled the kitchen, nostalgic and painful all at once.Two and a half percent now. Fading with every dish they won't eat. Every effort they won't see.The table was set perfectly, candles lit just like before. I'd spent hours making Xavier's favorite lasagna with the extra cheese he always requested. Nathan's garlic bread, crisp and golden. Sean's whiskey-glazed s
MIA'S POV"How could you?" I screamed, voice shaking as I stared at the man who raised me, the man I once trusted more than anything.My father didn't even flinch. He sat there behind his desk, the same way he always did—calm, detached, untouchable.I'm down to just fragments of myself now. Three percent. That's all that's left of who I used to be."Answer me!" I cried, fists balled at my sides. "How could you kill Alpha Diego? How could you ruin everything I had left?!"His expression didn't waver. Not once."He deserved it," he said bluntly, voice like ice. "For stealing my wife, your mother, and for everything else he took from me."The room spun. My stomach twisted in knots so tight I thought I might collapse.Three percent of my heart still beating. Three percent of my soul still fighting. That's all I am now.I stumbled back a step, clutching the edge of the desk like it might hold me together."He's dead because you couldn't let go of your fucking pride?" I hissed. "You destroy
Mia's POVThe audacity. The fucking audacity.I was still adjusting the silver trim of my dress in the mirror when I heard raised voices from downstairs—feminine, dramatic, and laced with just the right amount of venom that made my claws itch. Something in my chest tightened immediately. That particular tone, that specific cadence—it triggered memories I'd tried to bury.As I stepped down the stairs, my stomach dropped.Laura and Scarlett.Oh, hell no.Of all the days, of all the moments they could reappear in my life, they choose now? When I'm already raw with grief? My long-lost, karma-dodging cousins stood front and center like it wasn't them who once nearly got me killed. Like it wasn't them who orchestrated one of the most brutal betrayals of my life. Like they weren't the reason I was kicked out, broken, hated, and alone—until the truth came out and I crawled my way back from the ashes.And now? Now they had the nerve to show up at Alpha Diego's funeral and pretend they belonged