Naya has always been the pack's wolfless outcast—a deviant blamed for everything wrong, even seducing her sister's boyfriend. On a not so cheerful Christmas holiday, when her family's patience snaps, they conspire to cast her out. But Naya's fiery spirit catches the attention of Alpha Kieran, a powerful leader with an infuriating knack for seeing through her defenses. Amid the chaos, Naya's uncontrollable heat leads her to a passionate night with a mysterious man—only to later discover he's Kieran, the Alpha King feared for his ruthless reputation and revered as a billionaire tycoon in the human world. When Kieran discovers Naya is the mother of his children, his determination to claim his mate and family ignites an explosive battle of wills. As tension escalates, betrayal and misunderstandings force Naya to flee, culminating in a devastating car accident that nearly destroys everything. Yet Naya rises stronger than ever, carving a new life for herself among humans. But when a new man enters her life, Kieran's primal possessiveness awakens, and he refuses to let her go. Caught between two worlds and two men, Naya must navigate treacherous power plays, love, and her own transformation. Will Kieran's relentless pursuit shatter her independence, or will Naya's courage rewrite the destiny she was never supposed to have?
View MoreKieran’s POVTobias’s jaw was tight as soon as I finished, my acidic words lingering in the air between us. His knuckles white where they gripped the towel. For a moment, he looked like he might throw the mug at my face, or worse, lunge for my throat. It was there in the flicker of his eyes—his calm cracking, teeth gritted behind that bland expression.Then—A creak from the hallway.Soft padding of feet. A small yawn.Tobias’s head jerked toward the sound at the same time mine did.Aiden stood in the doorway, blinking sleepily and rubbing at his eyes with balled fists. His little curls were tousled, and the oversized pajama top hung off his shoulder.He stared at us. First at me.His eyes widened—hesitation, wariness. A flash of recognition. Of fear. He took a small step back toward the shadow of the hallway.Then he turned to Tobias.His tiny hands began to move, fingers speaking with anxiety.I could only read a couple of signs and I had been trying to learn after I found out A
Kieran's POVJulian had cried himself out. The kind of crying that shakes a child from the inside until there’s nothing left but hiccups and silence. He had fallen asleep with his fingers tangled in the blanket, his face red and blotchy from the sobbing.I stood by the door, arms crossed, just watching him breathe. I didn’t know what hurt more—how small he looked in that bed or the fact that it was my fault he felt so broken. I’d stood by too long. Let too much slide. And now the weight of all of it—his confusion, his fear, Naya, Isadora—pressed against my chest like iron.Once his breathing had gone soft and steady, I stepped away. Quiet. Careful. I slipped out of the room and shut the door behind me with a muted click.I didn’t alert anyone. No guards. No aides. I just got in the car and drove.The road was mostly empty, moonlight spilling over the blacktop in silver streaks. The forest curled around the highway, alive with whispering leaves. As I approached the cottage, headligh
Kieran's PovIn the silence of my shout, everything fell still, naya and Tobias frozen at the door while Julian panted behind me, still sounding distressed. I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to, my limbs cold and locked with what felt like ice.But then I heard it. Small and fragile, almost disappearing in the wind.A whimper.Unmistakably a child's.It hit me like a slap.One second, we were just standing there and the next, Julian let out a wail and turned on his heel. He bolted for the car, his small legs moving faster than I'd ever seen. I called after him, but he didn't stop.The sound of the car door slamming shut was so loud it echoed in my chest.I stared after him, stunned.Then I turned back to Naya.She looked heartbroken, her arms wrapped around herself like she was holding in more than just words. Her lips were trembling, but she held her chin high."Go," she said softly. "He needs you more than ever."I opened my mouth, unsure what to say, but her eyes told me sh
Kieran's povThe morning air was sharp and crisp as I stepped out of the car, Julian at my side. Julian was quiet. Too quiet.Normally he was a chatterbox, filling the space between us with questions or stories about the squirrels he saw from his window or the silly dreams he had. But not today. Not since yesterday. I didn’t need to ask why. He’d been distant ever since the council meeting, ever since Naya made her mark known, ever since his world shifted again.I didn’t want to push him. Instead, I’d decided to distract him. Maybe bring him into something important—something good. So we walked into town together, just the two of us, hand in hand.“Where’re we goin’?” he asked finally, tugging on my arm.I glanced down at his big eyes, wide and a little tired. “To a store.”“What kind?”“A ring store.”He scrunched his nose. “Like... jewellery?”“Exactly. I need your help.”He perked up a little at that, though he didn’t say anything else. The ring shop smelled like cedar and poli
Isadora's povI made my move at night.I had been standing under the thick canopy of trees, hidden by the sharp angles of nightfall, leaves cloaking me like a veil. The garden was quiet, save for the distant hoot of some hunting bird, the gentle thrum of insects. But I had seen it all. I had watched it unfold like the twisted scene of a bad play. Naya. That woman. The fragile, unfortunate darling of fate.She had been wandering back from the gardens, all slow steps and soft thoughts, when the shadows surged. I saw them grab her, swift and brutal, like wolves pouncing on a limp hare. I should’ve felt fear, or pity, maybe.But I didn’t.I smirked. Actually smiled, standing there like some spiteful witch watching her curse take hold. My pulse had raced with anticipation. Finally. Finally, someone would handle her, to take her out of the equation.It was the least she deserved after humiliating me so thoroughly Infront of the council.Let her scream. Let her be dragged out of here. L
Naya's povI let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My body felt light, my limbs unsteady, as if I had been standing on the edge of a cliff and had only just been pulled back to safety.Kieran turned to me, his gaze softer now. "You okay?"I swallowed hard and nodded. "I... yeah. Just—" I exhaled shakily. "That was a lot."His lips twitched in something that almost resembled a smirk. "You get used to it."I doubted that.But for now, I allowed myself to breathe. Straightening his shoulders and doning an imperious look, he turned back to the council, “If that will be all….” his words were back to being cold and it was a dismissal as clear as any.Not waiting for a response from the chastised wolves, he turned on his heels and walked out of the room, not sparing them a backward glance.I gave myself a few minutes to clam down before following, not without giving the old geezers a triumphant look.I won't be cowed this time. Never again.—I went to my room immediately.The m
Naya's pov Isadora scoffed, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the arm of her chair. "Handling it? She has no place here. You should have thrown her out the moment she set foot back on these grounds."A bitter laugh almost escaped me, but I swallowed it down. Isadora’s presence wasn’t a surprise, but it still stung. This woman had filled the space I left behind. She was supposed to be Kieran’s Luna. The pack’s future.The thought twisted something deep inside me, but I forced myself to push past it. I wasn’t here for Kieran or the pack’s approval. I was here for my son."You don’t have the authority to throw me out," I said evenly, though my chest tightened at the sight of her smug expression.Isadora turned to the council, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "Don’t I? From what I understand, the council has already decided what’s best for the pack. And that includes making sure she’s gone."Murmurs of agreement rippled through the elders. One of them, a grizzled man wi
Naya's povThe next day, the tension in the air was almost suffocating.From the moment I stepped out of my assigned quarters, it felt like my eyes were tracking my every move. My presence in the pack had stirred something—resentment, curiosity, perhaps even a touch of fear. But I didn't have the time nor the patience to entertain their whispers. My focus was singular: Aiden.The healers had requested to examine him in one of the pack’s medical facilities, and though my stomach twisted with apprehension, I agreed. If there was even the slightest chance that they could offer insight into my son’s future, I had to take it.Kieran led the way, his presence an unspoken warning to anyone who dared approach us. We didn't talk about yesterday and I didn't really know how to bring it up to him, so I kept silent.Aiden clutched my hand tightly, his small fingers wrapping around mine with a silent plea for comfort. Despite everything, he trusted me to keep him safe.The examination room was
Naya's POV Tobias made good on his word, despite Tobias’ anger. The next morning, he was at my side, Aiden’s small hand in his, as we stood in front of Kieran’s sleek black car.Kieran leaned against the hood, arms crossed, watching us with unreadable eyes. The weight of the past, of our shared history, hung between us like an unspoken noose waiting to hang me. He didn’t say anything at first, simply taking in the sight of me, Tobias, and Aiden together.Then, slowly, a smirk curved his lips. “So, you’re finally ready to come home?”I swallowed hard, tightening my grip on Aiden’s hand. “Only for a month,” I reminded him. “That’s all.”Kieran’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it grew. “whatever you say Naya.”As I climbed into the car, the weight of what I was doing settled deep in my bones. Tobias got in beside me, silent but tense. Aiden curled up against my side, his little fingers gripping my sweater.I had made my choice.Now, I had to live with it.—The moment I stepped p
Naya's Point of ViewThe clock’s slow ticking was pure torture for me, each minute stretching like eternity. I sat on my chair, my grip tightening on the desk. Sweat trickled down my forehead, my fingers trembling as I fought hard to retain my composure. I could hear my wolf cry out in my brain… Let me out!This shouldn't be happening. The lecture hall was filled with the hum of the air conditioner, which did little to reduce the heat my body was currently generating. My wolf wasn't ready to back down. She wanted to take over and run wild, but it's forbidden. I couldn't focus. My mind was stuck within this inner battle, and I hated it. My depressant shot wasn't due for another week, but my body didn't care about the schedule. Neither did my wolf... The strong scent of my pheromones wafted through the air, mingling with the sweat that trickled down every student close to me. It might be not so noticeable to human students but when it came to werewolves like me, that was another...
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