Bliss
Back straight. His hands braced on the counter, with a mug in front of him that hadn’t been touched.
He was pouring the coffee like it was a ritual. Barefoot. Hoodie. Hair slightly damp like he’d just showered.
Not like the cold , intimidating Alpha I first met. Just… a man. Very tall, very stoic man with the silent strength in his bones.
He looked up when I walked in “morning “
“Hi”
Our voices were awkward.
Not cold. Just unsure.
He offered me a mug “ it’s black “
“I figured,”
I took a sip and grimaced.
He smiled “still bitter?”
“Like my soul,” I said. Making him laugh—low ands shor and real.
Gods. That sound.
It undid me a little.
“I didn’t expect you here,” I said
“This is my house.” He replied, not defensive but fact.
“Do you always stand guard on your kitchen like this?”
“Do you always walk in looking like you have something to prove?”
I shrugged, moving past him to the counter, I poured myself water slowly, aware of his eyes tracking me. “Maybe I just want to know what kind of man Kharo Anderson is.”
“You already know,” he said, “you wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”
I turned, leaning back against the counter, the glass in my hand. I made sure my posture was casual, but “I thought about you last night.”
That made him pause, he didn’t shift, but the flicker in his eyes were enough,
He let out a slow breath “and?”
“And I decided I respect you,” I answered, deliberately choosing words. “That’s rare for me.”
“Respect doesn’t require confession.” He said.
“Niether does curiosity.” I lifted my chin “but here I am.”
He pushed off the counter, coming closer. His height, his presence, it pressed down on me like gravity, his voice low enough that it hummed against my skin.
“Be careful, Bliss.”
I smiled “why? Are you afraid I might like you too much?”
“I don't play games.”
I leaned in. “Niether do I, I only do what works.”
His eyes didn’t waver.
“You can act like a stone all you want, it doesn’t make you less of a man,”
His hands moved before I saw it. A flash of dominance. He caught my wrist, not hard enough to hurt but, but with enough force to remind me exactly who he was.
“You’ve made a mistake on me,” he said. “I’m not a stone. I am restrained. A choice. Do you now understand the difference,”
“I don’t think restraint is the strength of Kharo, it’s fear, dressed up in armor.”
“Careful with what you say little wolf. You’re not strong enough to provoke me”
I stepped closer, letting his grip on my wrist an anchor. “Then what haven’t you let go?”
His hand remained, his thumb brushing once—unintended, maybe, but it felt like lightning.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He said
“I do,” my voice was soft but sure. “I’m asking you to stop pretending like you’re still not feeling the bond.”
“You think you can play games with me ? Seduction works for weaker men. And as for me, I take. I command, and I don’t bend for hunger.”
“Then prove it. Command me.”
His grip tightened just a fraction enough to make my pulse stutter. For a moment, I thought. He would. That he’d drag me closer.
But instead. He released my hand, his hand falling away like Ice cracking.
“You’re afraid?”
“Afraid?” He asked.
“Yes” I lifted my chin “not if me, of yourself. Of losing control.”
Kharo’s shoulders tensed, his chest rising and falling like a man caught between war and surrender. He stepped back, just enough to reclaim his space. But his eyes never left mine.
We hadn’t talked much more than that.
But I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The way he looked at me. Like he knew I was broken, but it didn’t scare him. Like he’d still choose to be near me even if I didn’t offer anything in return.
Not power. Not submission. Not even love.
And maybe that’s why I felt it bloom inside me, terrifying and beautiful.
Because this wasn’t about destiny anymore.
This was something I was choosing too.
“You want me obsessed.” He said quietly almost to himself “You want me chained to you.”
His thumb brushed my jaw, slow and careful. A shiver ran through me. That small touch, intentional or not, I couldn’t tell, was enough to make my heart hammer in my chest.
“Do you even realize what you’re doing?” He asked.
“I do,” I said,breathless, “I want you. But I want you controlled. I want you… to need me as much as I need you
RiaThey always picked her.No matter what I tried, Bliss always came first when it came to men. The golden child. The mysterious one. The resurrected one. I had to try all my possible best just to get their attention.The pack couldn’t stop glaring at her like she was a bloody miracle.I watched from my window, the morning sun blaring across the horizon, spilling over the pack’s training like liquid fire.Down below, I could see them moving—soldiers in uniform, one other woman giving commands; Kharo stood arms folded. And in the middle of it all… Bliss.She stood with the quiet self-importance, like the word owed her something. Even in her silence she soaked up every glance, every whisper. I could see in the way Kharo paused a second too long when he looked at her—even now, even after what I’d told him.My jaw tightened. “I told you she was Liam’s. I told you she married that bastard who killed her; what more do you need?”I took a sip of my tea and tried not to crush the porcelain cu
BlissSomething had changed. At first, I thought I imagined it. The way Kharo’s eyes flickered away too fast when we crossed paths. How his words—once deliberate, solid, sometimes even warm—had become clipped and cold Like frost edging over glass.I watched him now from across the strategy table, as we were all gathered for an Inner Circle briefing.His gaze didn’t meet mine once. Not even accidentally. He spoke only when he had to, his voice cool and commanding as always, but there was a distance in it that hadn’t been there before.And it hit harder than I wanted to admit. I shifted in my chair, my heart pressing uncomfortably against my ribs. This wasn’t just about pack protocol; this was personal.Days ago we had sat beneath moonlight in the grove, sharing secrets, sharing silence. He’d held my hand like it mattered. Looked at me; I wasn’t a burden. Like I was something… important. But now? I was invincible.And I hated that it stung.“Bliss”, Kharo’s voice cut in suddenly, snapp
Kharo I couldn’t sleep.The moon had dipped behind the clouds, casting the estate in shadow, but inside me everything still burnt too bright. Ria’s words echoed over and over like whispers clawing at my thoughts.“They were married, Kharo.Bliss and Liam.”I kept pacing. From the floor - to- ceiling windows in my office to the farthest wall and back again. The lights were off. It shouldn’t have mattered.Bliss’s past was her own. I wasn’t entitled to it. But Ria’s voice has planted a seed—a cruel one—and now I couldn’t get it out of my head.Had she really married him?Why Liam?And if she had… why hadn’t she told me?I finally stormed out of the room.I needed answers. From her. From Bliss herself. Not filtered through someone else’s bitterness. I didn’t want Ria’s version. I didn’t want to believe that behind Bliss's guarded looks and fierce resilience was just another lie.I found her on the training deck, of all place—Alone in a black sport top and leggings, hair tied up, fists
RiaThe next morning.From the balcony, where I stood, the world looked small and distant—just the way I like it. Far from the chaos I’d left behind, yet close enough to pull the strings.I watched Kharo for a long moment.He stood alone, leaning against the polished railing, the faintest crease of tension threading his brows.“Just looking at his body biult, make me want to have him so fast gosh. His way over Liam’s level. He’s far ahead.” I murmured to myself.He was the kind of man who held everything inside—a quiet storm. My type of man. I knew from the moment I saw him that he was both a weapon and a shield, and I was going to use that.My heels clicked against the floor, a deliberate sound in the silence.He turned slowly like a predator sensing another in his territory.“Kharo,” I called, my voice soft but steady, the words dripping with an invisible poison.His dark eyes met mine, sharp and cautious. “Ria. What’s in your mind at this hour?”I smiled, the kind that didn’t reac
RiaI stood at the edge of the spacious Kareem pack living room, watching them.Bliss and Kharo—like two pieces of a puzzle I’d been trying to shatter. But instead they fit perfectly.It made my stomach twist in ways I hated.I took Liam from her, and now she has a bigger fish. Why is everything always going her way?Jealousy isn’t always a fire that burns out of control. Sometimes, it’s a slow, cold drip of poison that settles under your skin and refuses to leave.That’s what this was.Kharo. The alpha. The king of this pack. The man everyone whispered about. That no one can get.He wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s consolation prize, especially not hers, not Bliss’s.But there they were, standing close, eyes locked in silent conversation, a connection I couldn’t fake or deny. And it felt like a betrayal.I flexed my fingers, reminding myself that was just the beginning.I smoothed my face into the perfect mask—a soft smile, the kind that says I’m harmless, I’m friendly, and I’m family.
BlissI wasn’t supposed to be here.Not in this room. Not at this table. Not in this world.But somehow, I’d earned a seat in the Kareem pack’s war room—where the Inner Circles met behind reinforced glass doors and bulletproof walls.A place where wolves spoke in codes, where maps were marked with blood and silence meant trust.And now I was sitting between warriors who could kill me in under ten seconds.No pressure.Kharo stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, back straight, the definition of untouchable. But his eyes flicked to me every few minutes—quiet, unreadable flicks that said everything and nothing.I sat still. Hands folded. Spine straight. Pretending I wasn’t sweating through my shirt.The only female in the room apart from the packs' tech strategist Yara, was Eren, Cala and Aria. Cala was watching me like I was an unexploded bomb on the table.Maybe I was.“This mission is off-book,” Kharo began, his voice low but commanding. “We’ve intercepted comms from the Rogue