로그인Chapter 110 – Sierra's POVA week.Seven days doesn't sound like a long time when someone says it out loud, but it has been enough for my body to remember how to move without every muscle protesting. The bruises have faded into pale reminders instead of angry marks, the cuts have knitted together beneath the healer's care, and the nightmares, while they still creep in when the house falls silent, no longer greet me every time I close my eyes.I've stopped counting the hours since I escaped because I don't want Luca - or whatever name he went by - or Natasha to own another second of my life. Instead, I've spent the week learning how to breathe again, walking the pack grounds every morning, sitting through the council meetings, which go over on what we can do to those who broke into our territory and tried to ruin it. I have sent 7 mornings, afternoons and evenings eating meals I barely tasted simply because Nikolai watched until I finished them, and reminding myself that recovery isn't
Nikolai's POVSierra is still beside me, but I can feel the shift in her body now that the room has started to settle. The noise has dropped off, people filtering out one by one, and what’s left is just the pack returning to its usual rhythm after disruption. She hasn’t let go of my hand since she sat down, and I don’t move mine either. It’s instinct at this point more than decision. My attention stays split between her and everything else happening in the kitchen without effort, the way it always does when I’m responsible for more than just myself.Max and Killian are still here, lingering near the far side of the room with Damiano and I'm surprised they are still In Portland given that they have been here for 8 days now. They’re not interfering, but they’re not fully relaxed either. That’s expected. Something like what happened doesn’t just disappear because the immediate threat is gone. It lingers in behaviour, in how people stand, in how often they check exits without realising it
The room still feels warm with laughter long after it has faded, like the walls themselves are holding onto it in the same way I am trying to hold onto everything else. It’s strange how quickly a place can shift from tension so thick it feels suffocating to something almost… bearable. People are still here—voices overlapping softly, Damiano speaking in a low tone with Max and Killian near the far side of the room, Mike occasionally adding something that makes Max snort under his breath—but the sharp edges have softened a little.It doesn’t feel like raw danger anymore.It feels like the aftermath.Like something has already broken - which it has - and now everyone is just trying to figure out how to exist inside what’s left.Nikolai hasn’t let go of my hand since he took it. Not once. His fingers are still laced through mine like it’s instinct now, like there was never another option in any version of reality where I survive this long enough to sit upright and breathe properly but I l
*** This chapter is a one off chapter for Killian's POV. Killian is Sierra's older and protective brother. He may not have known her for long but he has become strangely protective over her. This is a chapter so you can see what it is going to be like in his book - The Midnight Agreement - ***KILLIAN'S POVSleep has been impossible since finding Sierra. Since before to be honest, when we found out she was in fact alive.Not because I'm unhappy. Quite the opposite. It's because every time I close my eyes, I see the little girl my parents lost when she was only a few weeks old, and the woman she somehow became without us. I think of the years stolen from her, of birthdays we all missed, scraped knees we never patched up and heartbreaks we never protected her from. The guilt still sits heavily in my chest, because we should have been there for her instead of her doing things alone, but it no longer consumes me the way it did the first night I saw her. Because Sierra is stronger than any
SIERRA'S POVI don't realise I'm crying until my brother pulls back slightly and looks at me with the same surprised expression I imagine is mirrored on my own face.Not sobbing. Not breaking apart.Just tears.Quiet ones because I always wanted a brother or sister but my Mom always said that she couldn't have anymore kids and I settled with being an only child but now...Now I'm crying like an idiot because I have a family of siblings.It's the kind of crying that slips free when something buried so deeply inside you finally gets permission to exist.For years, I told myself I didn't need anyone. It was easier that way. Easier to believe I was alone because then I never had to wonder why nobody came for me. Why nobody searched. Why nobody cared enough to look harder. But now, sitting in this bed with one brother awkwardly holding onto my shoulders, another hovering nearby pretending not to be emotional, and Damiano watching me with unmistakable affection in his eyes, and a mate who th
My heart starts racing the moment the door opens, and I hate how obvious it feels.After everything I’ve just been through, after pain and fear and everything else, this is what makes me nervous? Meeting people? But this isn’t just people. This is something else entirely. Something deeper. Something that feels like it’s shifting the ground beneath my feet in a completely different way.Because this isn’t about survival.This is about… where I belong.Damiano steps in first, familiar enough now that his presence immediately steadies something in me. There’s reassurance in the way he moves, in the way his eyes flick to me like he’s checking, confirming, making sure I’m still alright. But it’s the two figures behind him that pull my attention fully.My brothers.The word feels strange in my head. New. Heavy.They’re both large, broad-shouldered, carrying the same kind of presence that fills the room without effort. Strong. Controlled. Dangerous in the way warriors are—but their eyes…Thei
Chapter 85: Mission unaccomplished Sierra's POVHis voice is a sin. It will always be a sin and I am here for every single sin he is or has. Especially when the words... 'On your knees, ' leaves his mouth. God damn those three words are enough to make me quiver under his gaze. I would happily melt
Sierra's POV It's been weeks since I came home. Since we got Benji, and since I have been spending more time doing things as a Luna to help the pack and create positive energy after everything that has happened. I have been feeling more positive over the last week. More alert but also a lot freer
Chapter 82: Leaving old woundsNikolai's POV "Is this the dog you wanted?" Rem asks as he looks at the scruffy little dog in front of us. We found him in a shelter. He's not old, but he isn't a puppy either. Sierra has been on about a dog since I mentioned getting one at the hospital last week.Sh
Chapter 81: Can we get that dog now?Sierra's POV "Nikolai, you won't even look me in the eye!" I say, but it comes out as more of a shout and a cry. It hurts to see him so defeated about something but I also know that he is one of the most closed off people I have ever met yet the way he can't ho







