LOGINSierra's POV
“Don’t move,” he said.
And I didn’t. When an Alpha speaks, you listen. You lower your head. You stay quiet. You don’t speak unless they let you.
The only problem I'm having is that I don't speak so I'm screwed.
“Who did this to you?”
“Look at me,” he says as he towers over me. I try my best to keep my body firmly planted on the spot but it's hard when I have had men tower over me and abuse their power as a role of the pack members to humiliate me and terrorise me to the point of dreaded fear all for their own laughs and fun. His fingers coast so gently over my cheek that throbs with even the smallest of twitches and touches but it isn't that gentle nudge that's making me feel more nervous, it's the touch of a mate. I smelled him the moment I sat down in this room, I could feel his aura in here before I even opened my eyes but I didn't expect to find him in here on the biggest night of the year. I was expecting him to have company at-least.There isn't any point in signing my answer because he obviously doesn't understand it so I slowly walk around him, very aware of his eyes boring into my state of clothing and write on the piece of paper again before handing it to him.
He reads it aloud which even to my ears, sounds stupid. "I work here. I accidentally hurt myself while cleaning when I got back to work earlier" when the truth is, Rosie gave me a good slap to the face because she was angry at the choice of clothing I wore to an important night and she was ashamed to have me as a living, breathing waste of space is what she said. Then grumbled when I didn't even scream. "Trust doesn't come easy to you. Does it little wolf?" he asks and I feel like a total muppet for even shaking my head because you never tell the truth herd. You lie through your teeth and hope and pray that you look believable. Staying exactly where is he, he sniffs the air as if searching for something a little more than what I am giving. Looking into something that should be left so far out of reach it's not even funny. It isn't he who will see the consequences of this if my Alpha finds me in here. I'm not even supposed to speak to anyone so for me to be in another Alpha's room will resort to punishing consequences. His phone ringing pulls me out of my terror long enough to look back down in shame. What is wrong with me? Apart from the obvious things that is? "Yeah Rem?" he says as he turns away from me. Taking this opportunity to get the heck away from this part of the house I take it. Only to run into our Alpha who looks like he is about to blow a gasket. Lowering his voice to a whispered sneer, he matched my height when I felt the pressing of his sharp nails to my collarbone. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? No, don't actually sign that shit. I don't care but you do not...disturb Alpha Nikolai...you especially don't fucking talk to him!" It's only then that I feel the presence of Alpha Nikolai behind me. My skin feels clammy and my heart is picking up pace. My body is exhausted and I have two Alpha's here. One to my side giving my shoulder a hard squeeze. This is his way of showing me who is in charge. To put me in my place when he thinks I'm slipping. Dominance ... meet obedience. Obedience ... Meet Mr asshole. "Alpha Zade. Please remove your hand from your worker" Alpha Nikolai says and I can see the moment Zade knows he isn't going to win this round with someone who is a lot more stronger, bigger muscle mass and has atleast 4 inches on him but the look he sends my way as he lets me go shows me that this isn't over.It's just getting started. Why didn't Alpha Nikolai tell him I was his mate/ Is he also waiting to humiliate me and reject me the moment he can? I know I'm not up to their standards, I'm an omega for goodness' sake but surely I can't have bad luck all my life. "Now. I have to be home in Portland by evening tomorrow and I have a 9-hour drive so please I will be at your office at 7 am in the morning to discuss business with you. I expect a trade for this generous thing I'm considering on doing for you Alpha Matthews." "Of course Alpha. Anything" he says as he passes me without so much as a glare. When Alpha Zade walks by, so does the mystery I call my second chance mate who looks like he's about ready to do something very regretful. "Speak soon Little wolf..." he says as he walks away from me.Crap.The morning feels different before I even open my eyes. For the first time in what feels like months, the weight pressing against my chest isn't responsibility of my office and it isn't another problem waiting to be solved. It's a warm body curled against mine that, judging by the way she's managed to steal three quarters of the duvet again, has absolutely no regard for personal space. I let my eyes drift open slowly, expecting to find Sierra asleep with her face buried against my shoulder the way she has been most mornings since we brought her home the first time round and since she started seeping in our bed, but instead I find an empty pillow nestled against me and the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the room. I frown instinctively, pushing myself upright as I glance towards the bathroom before hearing laughter drifting through the open balcony doors. It's bright, genuine laughter, the kind I haven't heard from her in far too long, and before I realise what I'm doing I'm a
Chapter 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
Chapter 99: It's like lightening. Quick and Bright.Sierra's POV10 Minutes until Nikolai arrives.“Stop it,” I say a little more loudly. He doesn’t, though. He reminds me of just how much he wants to overpower me. I have no way of calling Nik. No way to get a hold of anyone, and I feel powerless.
Chapter 97: The ticking silence. Nikolai's POV 4 hours earlier. Trigger warning: This chapter, The Ticking Silence, is filled with violence and vengeance. It's filled with truths about a past that needs to be left, secrets exposed and an end to what has been torture for them since this all start
Chapter 96: The letter forged in blood. Sierra's POV"There's a note", I say, gathering whatever courage I had to go back inside the box and grab it. "Don't touch it!" Mike says that, before handing me a pair of gloves, he appeared out of nowhere. Magic Mike! Ah. Got it.I genuinely want to laug
Chapter 95: That's new.Sierra's POVThis chapter has found family, talks of betrayal and guilt. It also has a few scenes where Sierra gets another package that isn't pleasant. The next few chapters are based on Sierra and what she finds out, what's disturbing and how she copes with it, as well as







