Bliss
I was suddenly feeling irritated.
Betrayal like that cut deep. Deeper than any physical wound.
It settled in my bones like poison, filling me with cold fury and aching sorrow.
I wanted to scream— scream at the sky, at the universe, at the people who had turned their backs on me .
But no sound came.
Instead, memories played like a cruel movie behind my eyelids.
The feeling of drowning.
The silence that followed.
I thought about the river again.
Falling into darkness, feeling the river's icy grip wrapping around me like a coffin.
And yet somehow I woke up.
How could I have survived that? Liam and Ria had tried so hard to erase me— like I was nothing but a mistake, a threat to be disposed of.
What did I do exactly to deserve that?
The more I thought about it. The heavier the betrayal felt.
I guess people do not really have to do anything wrong to be hated or be cheated.
Ria, my own blood, had sided with Liam without a second thought. I know she liked fine men but why did she not go for him in the first place? Well… I think my sorrow made her victorious.
The man I wanted to marry, the man I thought cared, shoved me into the water.
And for what? Power? Control? Fear? Or just pleasure.
I hated them both with every part of me.
And I planned to give them the part the part of me that wouldn’t taste good
But I hated myself too for trusting Liam.
For believing that maybe, just maybe, Ria had a shred of loyalty left to me.
I had been so blind. I laughed and felt relieved when she came to my room and told me not to let her dad get to my skin.
My breath caught as I clutched my chest. The mate bond— the strange pull I felt with Kharo—was nothing like the cold , cruel deception I’d been dragged through.
It was real; it was alive.
And maybe, just maybe, it was the one thing keeping me tethered. A thread to cling to, a fragile hope.
The river was no longer just a place of death.
It was the moment I stopped being a victim; I stopped being a coward.
I was going to fight.
I was going to survive.
Because if they thought they could erase me, they had another thing coming.
I stood looking at the window once more.
The night stretched endlessly before me—dark, mysterious, cold and dangerous, much like the pack I was trapped in.
Rich people with dark secrets.
But I wouldn’t be a prisoner.
Not anymore.
A sudden knock on the door made me jump.
A young woman stepped inside— carrying a tray with food and water.
She smiled gently, her smile warm but cautious.
“I brought you something to eat,” she said softly.
I nodded, grateful for the kindness.
As she left, I swallowed a small bitter smile.
This was my new reality.
Strange faces.
Strange rules.
But beneath it all, I was still me.
Bliss. I’ve been shattered, and now…
“I was going to make the alpha, Kharo Anderson want me to stay.” I muttered to myself.
It was strange but that was the feeling I got.
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