Bliss
I nodded, but my voice cracked when I tried to respond, “ I—I’m Bliss.”
Her expression didn’t change. She stopped in front of a door and opened it, monitoring me inside.
I don’t know what I was expecting from the Kareem pack territory, but it definitely wasn’t this.
My room looked like a luxury penthouse, with polished silver wood floors that felt cool,clean and cold beneath my bare feet. Minimalist furniture accented with sleek black metal and dark oak filled the space — modern and expensive, like something from a high-end catalogue. A wall-length window overlooked a private garden.
Where the moonlight shimmered against a reflective pool. It was silent. Pristine. Too perfect to be safe.
My knees nearly buckled again, not from fear this time, but from sheer exhaustion.
Calla opened another door; that was the closet. I’m just wondering how many women have lived here. I thought the alpha was not interested in love. Anyway, he still has to satisfy his sexual cravings.
“This should fit.” She said and turned to leave.
I stepped towards her, hand wringing. “ Thank you.”
She paused by the door. “Don’t thank me; I don’t trust you.”
I winced.
“But,” she added after a beat, “Kharo said to give you space. So I will, for now.”
Then she left without another word. The heavy door closed with a deep click.
I collapsed onto the bed and curled like a feral thing.
The bed spray smelt of cedar and something minty. I pressed my face into them and tried not to cry. But of course I did anyway.
They weren’t loud sobs. Just silent. Leaking grief. Grief for George. For my baby, and for the life I’d given freely to people who’d shoved me into the river like I was nothing.
And now… this bond .
This pulls towards a stranger with a voice like a growl.
And eyes that have refused to look at me for more than two seconds.
The truth was unbearable; still, there was the tiny part of me that wanted him to look. Really look.
Something about him didn’t just spark a connection. It dragged something out of me.
I bent gently to look at the black mark on my buttocks.
I didn’t know what it meant yet.
A knock pulled me up. I sat up fast, heart racing.
A lady came in to serve dinner.
I stared at the food like it might be poisoned. But my hunger outweighed the fear. I got the urge to eat, but I couldn’t.
Just as I sat staring at the meal, there was another knock. This time, Calla returned. “ Alpha wants to see you.”
My pulse leapt. “Now?”
“Don’t keep him waiting.”
I followed her through the corridors. We stepped into a larger room. At the far end stood Kharo.
He didn’t look at me.
“ Leave us,” he said without turning.
Calla hesitated.
“She’s still new. Vulnerable.” A man on the other side of the room uttered. ”
He raised a brow.
The other man clenched his jaw and nodded once and stepped out, closing the door behind them.
Kharo finally looked at me, and the room went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with sound.
“You’re not just a stray,” he said. I stayed rooted to the floor, unsure if I should speak.
“Do you know what you are?”
I shook my head. “ No. I… I don’t understand any of this. I didn’t choose it.”
“No one chooses fate.”
That made me flinch because fate had already played such cruel jokes on me.
He turned towards me. “This bond… between us, it shouldn’t exist. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I don’t plan to. It’s wrong.”
My throat tightened. “Why is it wrong?”
“Because I don’t want a mate.”
That word hits harder now than I expected. I looked down. “ I didn’t ask for this either.”
We stood there in the echoing space , both tethered by something neither of us wanted. The silence thickened until I felt like choking on it.
Finally, he exhaled, “You’ll stay here for now.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to check something.”
I nodded. “What if I try to leave then?”
His eyes locked on mine. “Then you’ll leave me with no choice; I’ll hunt you down myself.”
My skin pickled.
He stepped closer, his voice lower now. “ I don’t trust you. So for now, I’ll protect you, but make no mistakes: you’re not safe because I like you. You’re safe because I need to understand you.”
The word sent a chill down my spine.
Then he turned and left me standing there alone—again in the middle of a room I didn’t belong in, surrounded by a pack I didn’t trust, bound to a man I didn’t choose.
I stood there, unsure of where I was supposed to go or what I was supposed to do.
I made my way back to the room.
I just sat on the couch in the room. There was another knock on the door.
What’s with these people and the knocks?
Before I could answer, the door opened.
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