Mia’s POVBy the time we pulled up in front of his house, my palms were slick with sweat. I paid the driver and stepped out, staring up at the elegant building. It was much quieter than the chaotic mess I had just left behind, and I found myself hesitating.What if this is a mistake?Before I could second-guess myself, the door opened, and Tristan stood there, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me.“Mia,” he said, stepping forward. “What are you doing here?”I felt a lump rise in my throat. “I needed to see you. Are you… okay?”He smiled faintly, his gaze softening as he stepped aside to let me in. “You’re the one sneaking out in the middle of the night, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”As I entered the house, I couldn’t help but notice how much better he looked. His skin was no longer pale, and the wounds I had seen earlier were completely gone. It was like the attack never happened.“You’re… healed,” I murmured, my fingers brushing against his arm as if to confirm he was real.Tr
MIA’S POVI barely made it past the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should've been more careful sneaking back in. My palms were already sweating when a shadow fell over me.Sean.His golden eyes burned into mine, predatory and knowing. My stomach twisted with dread and something else—something I refused to acknowledge."Were you with him?" His voice slid over me like velvet wrapped around a blade."I was not with anyone," I lied, fighting to keep my voice steady while panic clawed at my throat. Don't let him see you're afraid. Never show weakness.His smirk unfurled slowly, knowingly. "Not with anyone?" The word dripped with mockery. "Then why do you smell like him, sweetheart? Like you've been running?"Shit. Fear shot through me, cold and sharp. He knows.Sean moved closer until I could feel his heat radiating against my skin. My breath quickened traitorously. Why does my body react to him this way? I hate him. I HATE him."Lying to your mate n
MIA’S POVThe door had slammed shut behind Sean, and I was leaning against it, my chest heaving. My hands were trembling as I pressed them to the wood, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. The truth Sean had revealed about my mother had been hitting me like a sledgehammer, and the pieces of my shattered reality were feeling too sharp to handle.My mother—framed. I had known her better than anyone. She wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t the manipulative monster they had painted her to be. They had been blaming her for their pain, for their broken family, and in doing so, they had been making me their scapegoat.I was sinking to the floor, my heart pounding. Fear was wrapping around me like a vice. The realization of just how dangerous my situation was had been making my stomach churn. I wasn’t just dealing with possessive mates; I had been trapped with people capable of ruining lives to serve their purpose.“They’ll never stop,” Ima had been growling in the back of my
Mia’s POVEvery muscle in my body ached as I struggled against the ropes that bound me. Scarlet and Layla had spent what felt like hours taunting me, slapping me, kicking me, and finding every way possible to inflict pain. My wolf, Ima, had been trying to push forward, but I held her back. I couldn’t let her reveal herself—not to them, not now.“They’re animals,” Ima growled in the back of my mind, her fury simmering. “Let me out. I’ll show them what happens when they mess with a white wolf.”“No,” I whispered internally. “If they find out what I am, it’ll only get worse.”Their laughter rang in my ears as they circled me. Layla delivered another sharp kick to my ribs, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped, coughing as I felt my ribs snap—only for them to begin healing almost immediately.“Look at her,” Scarlet sneered, crouching down to grab my chin roughly. “She heals so fast. It’s almost… fun.”“Like a toy that fixes itself,” Layla added, her voice dripping with mali
MIA'S POVAs I sat on the cold, damp floor, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. My wrists were raw from the ropes they used to drag me here, and the metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth. My mind replayed the scene over and over—the lies, the accusations, and worst of all, the betrayal.Scarlet and Layla had weakly cried to the brothers, spinning their web of lies so convincingly. They claimed I had dragged them to that room for revenge, that I attacked them out of jealousy and spite. Their trembling voices and tear-streaked faces painted them as victims, and the brothers had fallen for it.“Are you serious?” I had shouted as they dragged me out. “You’re really going to believe them over me?”Nathan had glared at me, his jaw tight. “You’ve already proven you’re dangerous, Mia. What else are we supposed to believe?”"Of course you would believe her. When did you ever believe me?" I gave a bitter chuckle.I could feel a smirk played on his lips; this was al
Rolex’s POVEverything felt surreal. None of us would have ever thought Mia was capable of something so vicious. The scene still haunted me—the two girls lying half-dead, and Mia standing there, holding a bloodied knife. Scarlet and Layla had sent us a message before it all escalated, claiming Mia had been spying for Tristan’s pack and had attacked them when they confronted her.It didn’t make sense at first. Mia, spying? Trying to kill? I couldn’t wrap my head around it, but when we arrived and saw the state of Scarlet and Layla, it became harder to doubt them. My gut twisted as I recalled the scene: the blood pooling around the girls, the knife trembling in Mia’s hand, and her wide, frantic eyes as we stared her down.Revealing pack secrets was one thing—a grave offense on its own—but attempted murder? That was something our laws couldn’t overlook.I remembered the way Xavier had stormed forward, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. “Do you even realize what you’ve done
Mia’s POVThe grand hall was filled with voices, all echoing harshly around me, each one another reminder of how far this had gone. Alpha Diego stood at the front, his expression unreadable as the hearing began. I stood in the center of the room, my body weak but my resolve strong.I could hear the insults hurled my way—vicious, cutting words that made my chest tighten. “Traitor,” someone hissed. “Spy,” another sneered. The parents of Scarlet and Layla were the loudest, their anger burning through the air.“You let her into this pack, Diego, and look what she’s done!” Scarlet’s father shouted, his finger jabbing in my direction. “She’s a disgrace to all wolves, and she’s dangerous.”I wanted to scream, to yell back that none of it was true, but I clenched my fists and bit my tongue. Anger bubbled inside me, but I knew better than to act on it. If I lashed out now, I’d only be proving them right.Diego raised his hand, silencing the room. “Mia, do you have anything to say in your defen
Tristan’s POVThe news hit me like a punch to the gut. Mia was being accused—because of me. The words echoed in my mind, each one more infuriating than the last. I had been away for days, handling pack matters, and now I returned to chaos. How could things have spiraled so far out of control?I stormed into Alpha Diego’s grand hall, my steps echoing off the marble floors. My men followed closely behind me, tension radiating from them. Diego stood at the head of the room, his expression hard and unreadable, surrounded by his sons—my rivals.“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice slicing through the tension in the room.Xavier smirked from his spot near the fireplace, crossing his arms. “She’s no longer your concern, Tristan. You’ve already caused enough trouble.”I strode toward him, my hands curling into fists. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Where is Mia?”Nathan stepped forward, his eyes cold. “She was exiled. We don’t owe you any explanations.”My blood boiled. “Exiled? For
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