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 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 POVWhen I stood in front of the principal, my hands were shaking as I tried not to cry. It was too crowded in the room, and each charge hit me like a ton of rocks. My mind was racing with painful images from the past.Like before, I thought with anger. No one ever believes me. It's always what they think.As I thought about the mean comments that had been said about me in the halls for years, the familiar pain in my chest got worse. "Bastard," they'd call me, and their words hurt more than any hit. My dad left my mom before I was born, that's why I was treated as a shame of the society. As if I had any control over that. My mother also didn’t love me much, she left me for her new boyfriend, Alpha Diego. She didn’t even care about me once, or meet me once. Why am I treated with no love or respect?"I didn't do it, sir," I said in a low voice that was hard to hear. "I swear."As Principal Sharma leaned back in his chair and looked at me carefully, his eyes got wrinkled. Despite m
Mia POVAs I walked into the fancy house, I took a deep breath. The door then clicked softly shut behind me. My heart was beating fast with excitement and worry. I was ready to meet my new family now that I was here. But before I could even take a look around, I was in a large room that was purposely messy."Hey, you're here early." A deep voice startled me. I turned around and stopped. He was standing in the middle of the room. He was a breathtaking handsome man, possibly around 20 years old. His broad shoulders and abs were so strong they would make anyone knees weak. His body looked like it was carved from stone. More scary was the fact that his dark eyes were sharp and focused.My words were stumbling as I said, "Um, I—""Don't worry," he said, then looked me over again. "I told the agency to send the model something hot, but this..." He looked at my simple white shirt for a long time. "This will do for now.You just need to show a bit more." He smirked, a playful but confident gri
Alpha Diego led me up the grand staircase, his steps light but steady. When we got to the second floor, he smiled at me and pointed to the long hallway with doors."This is your room, Mia." The room was big, with a big bed, soft lighting, and fancy decorations when he opened a door. Even though it looked cozy, there was a feeling of nothingness about it. "Your room will be next to your brothers'.Don't be afraid to ask them for help if you need it.”I paused before going inside and taking a look around. My fingers were twitching uncomfortably at the bottom of my sweater. "Alpha, I don't think they'll want to help me…”“Call me Dad.” "Dad," I said awkwardly, and continue, “It looks like they hate me already."He put a soft hand on my shoulder and replied me, "They're just mad right now.It's been hard for them to get used to it. As Alphas, they will protect you once they get to know you. That's how they are.”Even though I wasn't sure, I nodded. "I hope you're right."Right on time, t
MIA’S POVI woke up feeling thirsty, like my throat dry as sandpaper. I tiptoed out of bed, hoping to grab a glass of water without bumping into anyone. As I entered the kitchen, I spotted one of my stepbrothers Sean sprawled on the couch, fast asleep. His broad chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disturb him, before quickly moving to the sink.Oh no, I shouldn’t be staring at him like this! I thought, panicking internally.I jerked my hand away, my heart racing, blood rushing to my cheeks. I could feel the heat spreading all over my body. Oh no, I touched him...I filled my glass, the cool water soothing against my dry lips. Just as I turned to take a sip, I heard soft footsteps approaching. I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Nathan, and he was shirtless.I could barely tear my eyes away from him. His abs were perfectly defined, every ridge and muscle sculpted like a masterpiece. His sweatpants hung low
Finally, I was starting over at a new school. The prospect of leaving the old one, together with all of the terrible memories, made me feel relieved and excited. A new location meant an opportunity to redefine oneself. I couldn't wait to try something new, and maybe better.As I strolled down the hall, I noticed that the door to my stepbrother Xavier's room had a glass window that provided a clear view inside. My curiosity got the best of me, and I slowed down, peeping in without thinking."Whoa..." The word spilled out before I could stop it. Xavier had just emerged from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His damp hair clung to his brow, as beads of water ran down his muscular shoulders and chiseled chest. The sight of his well-defined abs and V-shaped waist made my heart race. How does someone look so good?"Stop staring, Mia," I said to myself, pulling my gaze away. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't avoid it. My attention shifted back to him. He resemble
MIA’S POVDiego saw my fear and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I understand it's not what you wanted, but don't worry. Rolex graduated from that school few years ago. "No one will dare to bully you again after he tells them you're his stepsister."I bit my lip, hoping to find solace in his words. But the worry persisted, nagging at me. Would it truly be so simple? Will they really cease because I am his stepsister?Before I could digest this knowledge, I heard footsteps coming. I turned to see Rolex enter the corridor. He was clothed in a sleek black jacket and dark jeans, with a helmet in his hand. His piercing eyes met mine briefly before he looked away, plainly unhappy with the circumstance."Where are you going?" Diego questioned abruptly, halting him in his tracks. "Did you forget what I told you yesterday?"Rolex shifted his weight, obviously uncomfortable. "I have a lot of patients to see today. I can't drive her to school; I'll be late—"Diego's look had silenced hi
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
MIA'S POVThe news of Alpha Diego's passing hit me like a physical blow. Standing in Xavier's apartment, watching his strong facade crumble as he received the call, I felt my own heart breaking twice over—once for the man who had shown me kindness when I needed it most, and once for the pain etched across Xavier's face."I'm so sorry," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as his broad shoulders trembled beneath my touch. His scent, usually warm and comforting, was now tinged with the sharp bite of grief.Xavier pulled away first, his eyes red-rimmed but determined. "We need to go. The others are already at the pack house."I nodded, rushing to dress appropriately. Black dress, simple jewelry—nothing flashy for a day meant for mourning. My fingers fumbled with the zipper, my mind racing with memories of Alpha Diego's hearty laugh, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. The way he'd welcomed me despite everything.The drive to the pack territory stretched endlessly
Mia's POV"You've been the best Luna this pack could've ever asked for." My father's voice held pride, the kind that made my chest ache and bloom all at once.I looked up at him from across his desk, seated where I once sat in trouble for skipping training. But today, I wasn't his rebellious daughter—I was a woman, a Luna. "Thank you, Dad," I said softly. "That means everything coming from you." And it does. After everything we've been through, after all the fights and tears and misunderstandings, to have his approval feels like winning a battle I've fought my entire life.He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "But, Mia… you need to think about your future too."My heart sank slightly, brows knitting. "What do you mean?" I thought this was my future. Being Luna, taking care of the pack, loving my mates. Isn't that enough? Will I ever be enough?He leaned back in his chair, fingers lacing. "All your mates are back to work. Their titles, their responsibilities. You? You've given thi