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Two Strands of Hair

Kira’s POVMorning came too fast and too bright. Sunlight stabbed through the heavy curtains like it personally wanted to punish me for last night. I sat on the edge of the bed, toes curled tight into the fluffy rug, hands clamped between my knees, eyes glued to the floor like a kid waiting for the principal to yell about the broken window. Adrian had left an hour ago, all smirky and efficient, promising he’d set up everything for my “trip” to LA…the funeral story that got me a one-way ticket out of werewolf hell. But I didn’t say a word to him. Not one. I just stared at the sheets like they held the secrets to the universe, replaying how I’d caved again. Failed again. His scent still clung to everything, mocking me.A knock echoed on the door…sharp, hesitant. “Princess Abby? It’s Liana.”“Come in,” I mumbled, not lifting my head.The door creaked open, and she slipped inside, hands clasped tight in front of her like she was holding back a tidal wave. She shut it with a soft click,

Something Is Wrong

Kira’s POVPoor child? She’s what, two years older than Abby? Tops. Why talk like some ancient nanny scolding a toddler? Creepy and suspicious.“Liana,” I said, voice sharp, interrupting her scramble. “What did you just say?”She stopped dead, hands clamping in that classic maid pose…fingers laced tight, head bowing low like I was royalty mid-execution. “It was an honest slip, Princess. Since I’ve not been by your side like before, I’ve been around the young palace maids. Their lingo is rubbing off on me. I’m sorry if it put you off, Abby. But the important thing…we have the hair. We need to hurry the cleaning ritual. He tainted you again and that’s pretty bad. You have little to no time left. I need to leave and get to work as fast as possible.”She turned to bolt, even before I dismissed her…desperate, skirt swishing.But as she spun, my eyes snagged on something weird on her neck. A flash of skin under her collar…pale, too pale, with thin black veins spidering out like ink in wat

The Maid Who Knew Too Much

Kira’s POV The knock came again…three sharp raps that made my heart slam against my ribs. Liana’s face went ghost-white, her fingers still pressed to her lips like she could suck the whole conversation back in.I grabbed her wrist before she could bolt. “We’re not done,” I hissed, low enough that only she could hear.Her eyes flicked to the door, then back to me. She leaned in so close I felt her breath on my ear. “Walls have ears, Princess. Our kind hear everything. Let’s meet tonight…midnight. I’ll take you to the old laundry yard. No one goes there. It will be safe to talk properly there.”She turned to leave again. But I wasn’t letting her vanish that easily. Not after that bombshell about the curse, the scar, the “he’s going to kill you” line that was still ringing in my skull and the suspicion crushing me from the inside. I tightened my grip on her arm. “I’m leaving this morning for a trip. Not sure when…or if… I’m coming back. So I’ll not be sticking around for the midnight c

The King’s Gilded Cage

Kira’s POVI pushed the bathroom door shut behind me, leaning against it for a second as the click echoed in the massive marble room. Everything hurts. Like, everything. My thighs burned with that deep, pulled-muscle ache from being wrapped around someone way too strong for way too long. My hips felt bruised, tender in spots I didn’t even know could bruise. Lower back? Screaming. Shoulders? Stiff. Even my neck had this delicious-twisted-wrong ache from arching too hard, too many times.And between my legs…yeah. Sore didn’t cover it. Raw, swollen, throbbing in a way that was half pain, half reminder. Every step on the cold tile sent a little jolt up my spine.I turned the water on scalding, letting the steam fill the room until the mirrors fogged. Adrian’s bathroom was ridiculous…gold fixtures, a tub big enough for a party, showerheads like rainfall from every direction. I stepped under the spray and just stood there, head down, letting it pound my shoulders.Hot water sluiced over m

The Scent Of A Lie

Kira’s POVI froze with the coat still over my arm, the casual vibe in the room suddenly gone ice-cold. Victoria’s voice had dropped to this whisper, like she was about to spill state secrets or confess to murder.“It’s about your personal maid…”She trailed off. Just stood there, lips parted, eyes flicking to the door again like someone might burst in.I raised both eyebrows. “Okay… dramatic pause much? Get on with it. What about Liana?”Inside, my stomach twisted hard. Shit. Did she hear something? Liana had just left minutes ago after dropping all that bombshell stuff about the scar, the king’s drunk rage, the guards holding him back. If Victoria had been lurking outside the door…or worse, eavesdropping…Liana could be in deep trouble. Adrian didn’t exactly seem like the forgiving type when it came to people under him, and Liana is just a maid. I forced my face to stay neutral, but my pulse was hammering.Victoria scrunched her nose, leaning in a little like she was sniffing the a

The Girl Without A Wolf

Kira’s POV I stared at the phone like it had personally betrayed me. Adrian’s voice…warm, eager, that stupid golden-retriever energy…still echoed in my head. “Wherever you go, that’s where I’ll be.”The line went dead as soon as he was done talking. He’d hung up on me.I’d been mid-outburst, ready to unleash a full tirade… “You’re not coming! This is my trip, my friend’s funeral, my one chance to breathe without your overbearing ass hovering!” and he’d already ended the call. I’d been yelling at nothing.My face burned. “Are you kidding me?!” I screamed into the silent phone anyway, voice cracking. “You don’t get to just drop that and hang up, you controlling psycho!”Victoria jumped, eyes wide like she’d witnessed a murder.“What?” I said to her sharply.“Nothing, your highness. Just that…you’ve really changed,” she replied cautiously.I shoved the phone into my pocket, chest heaving. “Whatever. Lead the way out. Let’s go.”She nodded fast, grabbing the suitcase handle. I caught on

His Claim

Kira’s POVHe pulled me closer, guiding me toward the open helicopter door. “How are you feeling this morning, princess?” he asked, voice raised over the noise, all gentle concern.I ignored him. Full cold-shoulder mode activated.He didn’t push. Just helped me in, buckled my seatbelt for me like I was fragile, handed me noise-canceling headphones with a soft smile. Then he passed me a thermos from a side compartment. “Hot chocolate. Extra marshmallows. The way I was told that you like it.”I stared at it, but didn't take it.He set it in the cupholder anyway, then pulled a soft blanket from overhead and draped it over my lap.He kept going. One sweet thing after another. My icy resolve started cracking like thin ice. Stupid weak body.He settled beside me, the helicopter lifting off with a lurch. Once we were airborne, he leaned in close, voice low through the headphones.“You’re already mine, Kira. In every way that matters. All that’s left is exchanging marks. And I promise you, ma

Comfort From The Enemy

Kira’s POVThat smug bastard.“You can fight it all you want,” he murmured again, lips grazing my neck now, right over the spot that pulsed for him. “But you’re already mine. And soon… soon I’ll make sure you never forget it.”I didn’t answer anymore. Not because I couldn’t. I just didn’t want to engage him further. Hours later, the helicopter began its descent, the lights of LA sprawling out below us like a memory I wasn’t ready to face.We landed smoothly on a private pad on top of a skyscraper, the rotors slowing to a whine. A sleek black Maybach waited on the adjacent helipad driveway, engine purring. Adrian helped me out, his hand at the small of my back…possessive, guiding, like he couldn’t stop touching me.The drive into the city hit me like a train that missed its stop.LA. My LA.The city I grew up in. The neon signs I’d passed a thousand times. The air smelled different…exhaust and ocean and freedom, not pine and snow and jungle smell. But it hurt. God, it hurts to be back

Naked Truth

Kira’s POVSteam rolled behind him, water droplets sliding down his absurdly sculpted body…broad chest, ridged abs, that stupid V-line pointing straight to…I slapped both hands over my eyes, screeching. “Oh my God! Put clothes on! No woman wants to see that tiny thing flopping around!”I shouldn't have said that. Why did I say that?!He growled, low and playful, the sound rumbling through the room. “Tiny? Is that a challenge, little mate? Want me to show you exactly how much I can fill you up? Stretch that pretty core and still go deeper?”Heat exploded through me, toes literally curling as the words hit. I swallowed hard, thighs pressing together involuntarily.“W-what are you even doing here?!” I yelped, still covering my eyes. “Shouldn’t you be in your own room or something?”“This is my private suite,” he said, voice closer now…way too close.I peeked through my fingers, scoffing. “Yeah, right. Like you own the hotel.”He just smiled, all smug and naked and infuriatingly hot.My

Sweet Miranda

Kira’s POV Nightmare. The day I died. It never plays out the same. My brain kept remixing it, making it worse every time, like it’s punishing me for surviving…or for not seeing it coming. First version…the one that felt almost real. I’m standing on the roof of the Summers Group skyscraper, wind tugging at my dress as the skyline lights up below. Downstairs, the board just voted me in as the youngest CEO ever. Mom’s legacy…everything she built was now within my reach. I’m up here celebrating with what’s left of my family… Dad, Miranda, and Evelyn, Miranda’s mom, my mom's secretary who helped raise me after Mom passed. Champagne fizzles in our glasses. Dad pulls me into a hug, whispering how proud Mom would be. Miranda squeals and clinks her glass against mine, eyes shining. Evelyn smiles that warm, tight-lipped smile and says, “To Kira…the future of this family.” We laugh. The city sparkles below us like it’s celebrating too. Then hands shove between my shoulder blade

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