Bliss
The shadows moved in front of me fast and deliberate. Within seconds I was surrounded. Five men – no wolves, I could tell by their scents; their eyes gleamed golden in the dim light, sharp with suspicion.
“Who are you?” One asked, stepping forward; his voice was deep and rough, the kind of tone used to command, not question. I opened my mouth to speak, but my throat was dry. “I – my name is Bliss. I don’t know how I got here, please… I’m not a threat. one of them snorted.
Another muttered, "She smells odd.“
The leader narrowed his eyes on me. “You’re trespassing into the Kareem pack territory.”
“Kareem pack?“
I’ve heard of them being ruthless. Powerful – hungry and dangerous.
I was crossing into the territory of the Kareem pack – the most feared and ruthless wolves. No outsider survived long here.
My breath caught in my throat. What waited for me beyond the trees? Would I become just another lost soul swallowed by the shadows?
“I didn’t mean to trespass,” I said quickly, my voice trembling. “ I… I was in a river someone threw me in. You see, I’m leaving” turning around to leave.
They exchanged looks.
" Take her to the Alpha,” the leader ordered.
My stomach turned. The Alpha – that could only mean one person – Kharo Anderson. The name alone made the hair on my arms rise. Stories said he was a shadow cloaked in skin, a wolf with no interest in love or mercy. Just power.
Two of the men grabbed my arms not roughly but firmly and began dragging me through the forest.
It wasn’t a village; it was fortified mansions. They pulled me towards the largest buildings, towering and dark, their doors like the jaws of a beast.
Inside, the air was warm but tense. I was led through a long hall, the flames flickering shadows along the walls, with decor and security measures.
And then I saw him.
Kharo
He stood at the far end of the room; his hair was black as night and his eyes –
Moonlight
That was the only word that came to mind: cold, silver moonlight. They didn’t look at me; they looked into me.
I dropped to my knees.
“Alpha, one of the men spoke, bowing his head. “We found her at the edge of the territory; she says her name is Bliss.”
“She was in the river,” another added, “and someone claimed someone threw her in.”
Kharo didn’t speak and didn’t move.
He walked towards me, each step slow, calculated. My heartbeat thundered against my ribs like a warning drum. When he finally stood before me, I forced myself to lift my head.
And that’s when it happened.
The moment my eyes met his, something inside me shifted.
My breath hitched.
The room seemed to fade; there was only me and him.
Mate.
No.
No, no, no.
This wasn’t supposed to happen; he wasn’t supposed to be my mate.
His expression didn’t change, but his eyes – those silver eyes – flashed with something dangerous. Recognition. Resistance. Rage?
I swallowed hard.
Of all people, why him?
Kharo tilted his head slowly, studying me like a puzzle he didn’t want to solve.
“Leave us,” he said.
His voice was sharp, but quiet. The kind that echoes in your bones.
They bowed and left without hesitation.
Now it was just the two of us.
My palms were clammy. My limbs trembled. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or from whatever this was. He took one slow step forward.
“You’re my mate, almost like an accusation.”
“ I didn’t ask for this,“ I whispered.
“Neither did I.”
His eyes flickered.
“ Do you think I care about bonds?” He continued voice sharpening, “About love?”
I flinched.
He sneered, “ I don’t; I never have. You’re a weakness. I don’t do weaknesses.”
I looked up at him, anger stirring. “Then reject me.” I’ve got the sharp mouth for someone who just escaped death, and for some reason I’m not entirely weak.
His jaw clenched.
For a second we just stared at each other.
Hate. Fear . Desire. Confusion. All tangled in the tension between us.
But he didn’t speak.
And neither did I.
Because we both knew.
This wasn’t going to be simple.
He turned to “ show her to any of the rooms”.
“ Yes, Alpha,” a woman replied.
Mate.
No. No. No.
I blinked rapidly. My throat closing, this wasn’t possible; I already had a mate— Liam; he’d claimed me, kissed me. Lied to me.
Lied.
The words pierced me like an icicle. What if… what if he was never my mate at all?
I swallowed the panic.
I was trembling; the woman beside me—the one who had taken me from the clearing—didn’t say much; her grip on my hand was firm , not unkind.
She moved with the confidence of someone who belonged, someone who knew her rank and wore it like skin. I, on the other hand, felt like a ghost.
Dead but not gone.
When we turned a sharp corner, she finally glanced at me. “ You’re lucky,” she said flatly.
I blinked. “What?”
“Most outsiders who cross our borders are torn apart before they can explain. But he let you live and fed you even.”
She narrowed her eyes slightly. “ Either he’s going soft, or….”
"Or?"
She didn't answer.
I swallowed hard. “Sorry, what’s your name?”
She looked at me for some time. “Calla”, she looked forward again. “ I’m the third in command here, which means I don’t waste my time with liars or drama.
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