Darius' POV
I stood there, watching Kira as she froze, dumbfounded. But within seconds, her gaze darted to the floor, looking nervous and stunned. I remained rooted where I stood. Being naked in front of others wasn’t a big deal for me. As wolves, we undress in front of each other all the time before shifting, so our bare forms are nothing to be ashamed of. But this time, I was going to make it a big deal. Kira hadn’t shifted yet, she still doesn’t have her wolf yet. That meant she had never experienced the vulnerability of being seen naked. I, on the other hand, had never had the chance to see her naked. “I… I’m so sorry… I thought you weren’t in your room,” she stammered, her eyes fixed on the door as if she wanted to flee. Normally, I wouldn’t care if someone saw me like this. If it were anyone else, I would have let it slide. But this was Kira. And I was going to use this to my advantage. “Sorry?” I scoffed, taking a slow step forward. “I don’t need your fucking apology, Kira. You’ve seen me naked, it’s only fair I see you too.” Her head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief. She held my gaze, making sure to keep it locked on my face, never daring to glance downward. “I didn’t mean to…” “No excuses, Kira,” I cut her off coldly. “You saw me naked. It’s only right I see you too.” Kira swallowed in her fear as she looked down at the floor. I could tell she was shy. She had never been naked before any man, and it thrilled me to know I would be the first. “You are ridiculous,” my wolf snapped at me, but I ignored him and kept my Stoic focus on Kira, who was visibly trembling. “Go on, Kira. Don’t keep me waiting,” I demanded. She hesitated, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. Her fingers twitched at the hem of her gown. My eyes were fixed on her as I watched her unzip the gown, pulling it off her shoulders and down to her stomach, revealing her boobs, which filled up the black lace bra she was wearing. My dick jerked as I watched her step out of the gown and stand before me in just her undies. My eyes and hers interlocked, and I could see the shame and embarrassment in her eyes. She was feeling terrible standing half-naked before me. “Take those off,” I ordered, nodding toward her underwear. Kira swallowed thickly, hesitating. Then, moving agonizingly slow, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders before the fabric fell away, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were tight, begging to be touched. Sucked. Claimed. “Mine!” my wolf growled in my head, urging me to take a step forward. I could feel all my organs jerking to life and my cock already getting hard just by the display of her boobs. Kira hesitated again, her fingers trembling as they moved to the waistband of her panties. Her eyes flickered to mine, a mixture of anger and shame burning in them. “Do you enjoy humiliating me, Darius?” she asked, her voice low but laced with anger. Her question hit me like a blow, and for a moment, I faltered. Was that what I was doing? Was this about power, control, or something else entirely? I forced my expression to remain stoic, masking the conflict within me. “You saw me naked,” I said, my voice cold. “I have every right to see you too.” She frowned but Slowly, she slid the fabric down her hips and stepped out of it, leaving herself completely naked before me. Her body was beautiful, with curves that any man would be a fool not to admire. My wolf growled in frustration at my resistance, urging me to go to her, to claim her, to make her see she was ours. But I stayed where I was, fighting against the surge of possessive hunger rising inside me. My gaze roamed down from her full breasts to the gentle curve of her waist, then lower—to the soft, bare flesh between her legs. A low, deep groan rumbled from my chest. I was getting too fucking hard. If I didn’t control myself now, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Quickly, I turned my back to her. “Get out,” I ordered with a tight jaw, holding myself back from going to her. Behind me, I heard the rustle of fabric as she hurriedly dressed. Then the sharp click of the door opening and closing. She was gone. And yet, I could still feel the heat of her presence lingering in the air, tormenting me. My breathing was hard, my entire body taut with frustration. My cock was still painfully hard, the ache unbearable. Damn it. My body was betraying me, heat pooling low in my abdomen. My mind replayed the picture of her body—her perfect body that lacked the touch of a man, begging to be touched. It shouldn’t have affected me this much, but it did. I’ve seen plenty of naked women before. During sex. During shifts. But none of them ever made me feel like this. “Damn it!” I grunted, and I strode across the room to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady my breathing, but it was no use. The image of Kira’s body filled my mind again and again. I couldn't shake it. With a sharp breath, my hand moved to my aching cock, already leaking with pre-cum. I was hard—painfully so—and as my fingers wrapped around my length, a jolt of pleasure shot straight through me. A low, frustrated groan left my lips as my head fell back against the cool wood of the bathroom door. “Damn you, Kira,” I muttered under my breath, my eyes squeezing shut as I began to stroke myself, my movements rough, almost angry. The memory of her pink nipples, her curves, her sexy, untouched body consumed my thoughts. I imagined what it would feel like to have her beneath me, to feel her softness yield to me, to hear her gasp my name with desire. A strangled sound rumbled in my chest as my pace quickened, my strokes growing more desperate. I imagined my cock inside her tight pussy, my lips tasting her, her screaming my name. My breathing turned ragged, muscles coiling tighter with each stroke, the pressure building unbearably. Bracing my free hand against the cool tile, I thrust into my grip harder, faster, driven by the maddening images of her. The way her breath had hitched when she saw me naked, the way I felt the urge to pin her against me and fuck her, sent me spiraling over the edge. A harsh grunt tore from my throat as release crashed through me, my body tensing, shuddering. My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as I came down from the high, releasing my cum on the floor. With a sigh, I cleaned myself up quickly, washing away my cum, and then pushed open the bathroom door. But the moment I entered my room, I froze. Sitting casually on my bed, his arms crossed, was my brother. Damien.Dane’s POVI stormed back into the dining, meeting everyone still at the table. Immediately, my eyes settled on Father, and I frowned.“Father… why was Kira appointed as the maid to take care of our guests?” I muttered, trying my best not to sound as angry as I felt.Father lifted his brow at me. “Is there a problem with that?” he asked.“Yes… Father… Kira is already our personal maid. How can she cope with serving us and then the guests?” I said through gritted teeth.Father stared at me with a raised brow before slowly getting up on his feet. “Alpha Dane, let’s talk in my chambers,” he said in a tone that left no room for argument before walking away. I exchanged glances with my brothers, then I glared at the sisters who seemed confused, and without saying another word, I walked out, following Father to his chamber.Inside Father’s chamber, I found him seated on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers drumming against the armrest. His gaze met mine with quiet intensit
Dane’s POVWe were at the dining table having breakfast. My father, my brothers, and the triplet sisters—our supposed soon-to-be fiancées according to Father, which on my side is never happening. Yes, the girls were beautiful: nice hair, nice faces, nice skin, nice bodies that could make me drool—but they weren’t the type of women I wanted to spend my life with, and I believe it’s the same for Darius and Damien.There was something about them that didn’t settle well with me. Perhaps it was the desperation in their eyes to marry us, or maybe it was the way the one with the black hair—Lana—had been throwing seductive gazes at me.I hated it, and I just couldn’t wait to finish this meal and leave.“Alphas, will you men do us the favor and show us around?” Lana asked, smiling sheepishly at me.“Unfortunately, I won’t be joining. I have an important meeting, and it will take the whole day,” Darius responded immediately.“New warriors are recruiting today. I have to be at the combat field
Kira's POVAn awkward silence filled the whole room as neither I nor Damien said a word. Shamefully, I picked up my dress from the ground and began dressing up while I could feel Damien's gaze on me, like he was undressing me back with his eyes.Ignoring his gaze, I managed to dress up as quickly as I could and then turned to face him. “Can I go now?” I asked softly.Damien opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but a knock suddenly came at the door and I jerked.“Greetings, Alpha Damien. Your father requested your presence at the dining table,” a male servant spoke from outside the door.Damien grunted. “I will be there,” he said to the male servant before moving his attention back to me. “I believe you heard what I told you, Kira… stay away from my brothers and uncle. Until the three months are over, you are still mine. Don’t you forget that. Now get out!”My frown deepened, and I wanted to speak back at him, but I held back my words and left the room.Walking my way back
Kira’s POVI swallowed, jaw clenched. My hands moved slowly, trembling, unsure whether it was fear, anger, or anticipation coursing through me. I pulled my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes never left me—never blinked. Just devoured.I kicked off my shorts and panties, standing before him fully exposed, skin prickling under his heated gaze. I hated how vulnerable I felt. How seen.But I hated more how badly I wanted him to touch me again.He moved then—slow and calculated—stepping behind me. I felt the heat of his body at my back, the roughness of his hand sliding down my side, possessive and unforgiving.“You think giving me your mouth puts you in control?” he whispered in my ear, lips brushing the shell. “You haven’t even begun to understand what surrender means.”Suddenly, his palm landed on my ass—sharp, loud, stinging. I gasped, knees wobbling.“That’s for teasing,” he said. “For acting like a brat.”Another slap—harder this time.
Kira’s POVHe threw me on the bed, making me bounce on the bed. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he climbed on the bed and pinned me to the bed, his face inches away from me.“I don’t want you doing anything with my brother or my uncle,” he said, his words sounding like a command.I frowned and tried to release myself from his grip, but he tightened his grip on my wrist, which was above my head.“I’m fucking warning you, Kira… we are still mates… You can’t let other men touch you until this bond is broken!” he spat.I frowned and glared at him. “Really?” I scoffed in anger. “But you can fuck other women, right? In fact, your wife-to-be is here.”“I didn’t ask to be your mate,” I snapped.“And you sure as hell didn’t treat me like one.”A flicker of pain flashed in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “You’re still mine,” he said, almost desperately now. “Until this bond is gone, you’re mine.”I stared at him, my heart pounding. “Then break it,” I whispered. “Break th
Kira’s POVI had no option but to follow the head maid outside the mansion where we were to welcome the guests. Limping slightly, I kept up with her until we stepped into the bright courtyard. The sun was beginning to dip, casting an orange hue over the marble steps and flower-lined driveway.Two sleek, black cars came to a stop in front of us. Their engines purred like beasts—powerful and expensive.I swallowed hard, trying to stand straight despite the throbbing pain in my ankle. I joined the line of mansion staff already assembled, all of us standing still like statues.The driver of the first car stepped out and opened the back door.Out came a tall girl dressed in a flowing navy-blue dress, her heels clicking against the driveway. Her hair was sleek and black like spilled ink, cascading down her back in soft waves. Her chin was tilted high in confidence, and even though she wore no crown, everything about her screamed royalty.From the second car, another girl stepped out. She