Kirra Hart Novels & Stories

Most importantly, he trusted Serena. “Is she pursuing you?” Harold asked, smiling. “She’s not a proper lady,” said Kiran, annoyed. “She’s a virgin in her twenties. How does that make her not proper?” Harold’s smile grew wider. Kiran was speechless after all his questions. He came to see Harold himself, but not only did he not get any useful information, he was left with more questions.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

“ Young mistress, how could you reject so much money , where are you going to start from? “ Kira said worriedly and looking confused . . Kira couldn’t understand why the mistress had done that , when she could use that to start something up . “ Kira , I know you are worried and scared about me , but you have to trust me on this one , I do not need that change from Harvey and his wife , he can keep them “ “ I know that I have wasted 10 years of my life with him and now I got Nothing in return but betrayed , but that’s not the end of it , am not just going to let it go just like that , I had enough of this already and it’s time for me to end this madness called love , no one dared to mess with

The rest of the day passed in a blur of strategy meetings, calls with Nai and Elena, and quiet moments of intimacy where Damien reminded her again and again that she was safe, loved, and powerful. By evening, as they lay tangled in bed after another intense round of lovemaking, Kira felt a quiet resolve settle over her. The scandals were still raging. The rivals were still active. Her father was still lost in his pain. But she was no longer the scared girl who had spilled wine on Damien’s suit years ago. She was Kira Holt — curator, artist, lover,and a fighter.

“Haven’t I been helping you already? I brought you here tonight, didn’t I? I brought you to meet Mr. Hester and Mr. Boston. Those men hold power in the entertainment world. They could give you a rope to climb back up.” Kira sniffed, her voice shaking. “But they… they asked me to drink with them, and I did! I did everything! But now they want to sleep with me!” There was a pause. Then Jessica’s cruel laugh echoed. “And? Haven’t you done that before, Kira? Sleeping with men to climb higher? Why hesitate now?” The words dripped with mockery, cutting like knives. “Shhh!” Kira hissed suddenly, her panic flooding through her voice. “The walls have ears! Don’t speak like that!”

she cries out after me, but I keep going. –Kira is not working with any rogues. She does have a mate, and she lied about her background and being rejected, but she isn’t smart enough to be working with anyone else. She’s a bitch, but not a scheming one–I tell Milo and Artemis through the mind link. –What do you suggest we do with her?-- Milo asks.

Now I just looked like a woman who'd been played. The door chimed. A man in a worn leather jacket slid into the booth opposite me. He didn't smile. His name was Kieran. He came recommended for being discreet and, more importantly, ruthless. "You're the one with the problem," he said, not a question. His eyes were the color of dirty dishwater. They didn't look at me like a woman; they looked at me like a job. "That problem," I hissed, leaning forward, "is named Claire Hart. I want her gone. Erased. I want to know what she eats for breakfast, who she slept with in third grade, and every single dirty secret she's ever tried to bury."

“Thank you for agreeing to see us. I’m Vivienne Everhart and I’ve brought you your mate. Kira Everhart.” I shift my gaze to Kira — the weak little omega who’s supposed to be my mate. She’s standing there awkwardly, wringing her hands, barely daring to look at me... So pathetic if you ask me. I scoff loudly without care. “Who’s she to you?” I ask coldly, ignoring Vivienne’s earlier statement. Vivienne answers before Kira can even open her mouth. “I’m her mother. Kira’s not much of a talker,” she says with a fake laugh, as if that somehow excuses her weakness.

Scarlett, Kiara’s mother, asked her. "Yeah, perfectly." Kiara replied, blushing lightly under everyone’s gaze. My nympho always looked fucking hot, but I fucking swear, each passing year she seemed to somehow become even fucking hotter… "Right, everyone sit down!" Raven, Kiara’s brother’s mate and also Kiara’s best friend, called out. She was probably the smallest one here, I'm sure Dante was her fucking height already. No idea how the fuck she had five pups at once, she had looked a fucking sight.

Garrett’s eyes reddened but he nodded stepping back to let others through. Davian stood slightly apart, giving me space for this reunion but close enough I could feel his presence. Vincent watched with undisguised emotion clearly proud of how I was handling this. A young woman maybe a few years older than me approached tentatively. “Luna, I’m Kira. I wasn’t born yet when the massacre happened but my parents were pack. They’ve told me stories about your family my whole life.” “What kind of stories?” “That you parents loved each other so completely it made everyone believe in true mates.” Kira grinned. “That their daughter would come back someday and make Silvermist strong again.”