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
Sweat trickled down my temples as I slammed the locker shut. I felt like I was going to pass out in a matter of seconds. “Who would take it?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “There isn’t anyone else who I know has my locker combination but me and Clara, which is my birthday.”Her wolf scolded her in her mind: Wrong choice, girl. It would be easy to open your locker if they knew you well enough… Shut up, Xienna, you’re not helping! I irritably snapped back.I turned to my friend in slight panic, “Clara, can you do me a favor?”Her reply was immediate, “Anything for you, bestie.”“Can you get any kind of pain medicine from the school clinic?” I requested in an agitated tone as I took out my mobile from my dress’ deep pocket. “Anything strong will do. Just tell them that I’m in too much pain to get to the clinic myself.”“But those meds are for humans. Will those work for you?”“Not sure but they will have to do for now.”“Okay, Naya. Just text me where you’ll be when I get those pa
The ride home was suffocating. Each second I spent in there felt like an eternity, with Sabrina bugging me with her lectures. But it wasn’t just Sabrina’s lectures about how careless I was that bothered me… it was the way her mate, Seth, stared at me from the driver’s seat. I could see his green eyes flicker with lust. What the hell?I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my arms wrapped around myself as if I could shield myself from his gaze. I tried to focus on the words escaping from Sabrina’s lips, but they only made me feel worse.“You have to be more careful, Naya. Leaving your suppressants in your locker like that? What were you thinking?”I could sense frustration in her voice. Which I tried to ignore as usual.“My locker was locked. Besides, I didn’t think anyone would take them,” I murmured weakly from the back seat.“That’s the problem… You didn’t think! Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if you’d fully transformed, near humans at that? The entire pack would’ve been a
The sharp hum of voices filled the air as I stood near the window, gazing out at the soft flakes of snow which fell on the streets.My parents’ words from this morning still echoed in my head. A family meeting was called and I was the topic. Sabrina expressed her disgust and my parents stared at me. Seth on the other hand, had a smug up his lips, unfazed by his actions.“This is your last chance, Naya. The bonding ceremony will set everything right,” my mother had grimly state, her voice a mix of desperation and anger. My father simply nodded in agreement. It was clear that he was disappointed in me. Well, everyone was…I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to stand in a room full of strangers who would sniff at me like I was some prized prey. But did I have a choice? My parents were livid over the incident with Sabrina and Seth, and now they were determined to fix me… Or as they told me, repeatedly fix my life.It wasn’t my fault, I wanted to scream at them. But who would believe me?
Naya’s POVI woke up to the scent of cedarwood and something faintly sweet, like fresh vanilla. My body ached in places I didn’t even realize could hurt, and as I tried to rise from the antique four-poster bed where I was slumbering, my throbbing head painfully punished me for my sudden movements. I recall passing out while struggling with Kieran. Something was off since this wasn't the room we walked into last night. I peeked out of the window and realized that this place was nowhere near the bond ceremony venue. Worse, it was already daytime. Judging by the direction of the sunlight and how bright it was, it was already noon. Finally managing to sit upright, one edge of a thick woolen blanket falling off my shoulders, I allowed the memories of last night to invade my thoughts, And although every bit of it was foggy, like a dream that I try so hard to recall, I couldn’t quite bring it all together. But one thing was clear… I wasn’t supposed to be here! Wherever here was, that is
Naya's POVThe door creaked open, and Sabrina walked in, her steps hesitant yet deliberate. She wore a weird look, a flicker of remorse running across her face Or perhaps it was just another act. I couldn’t tell anymore. Nor did I bother to care…“Naya,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “I didn’t mean for things to go this far. I was angry, and…” Her eyes darted to Kieran, who stood beside me, arms crossed. He kept a straight face, clearly not buying her act. “It was an accident.”An accident? That single word grated against me like nails on a chalkboard. My body still ached from her strong shove, and the memory of the fall replayed vividly in my mind. An accident? What a laugh!Before I could respond, Kieran stepped forward, his sharp voice cutting through the air like a sharpened blade. “Save your sob story for those who’ll buy it, Sabrina, because we definitely won’t!”My sister visibly flinched, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I just wanted to make things right.”“Right?
Kieran's POVI watched her beg, miserable tears rolling down her cheeks as she tightly clutched the hem of her garments. Her curvy lips were trembling as she pleaded pitifully, begged continually to be given an acceptable option.“Please, just don’t reject me, Richard. I…I have nowhere else to go.”Her raspy voice cracked under the weight of her desperation, her frail sobs tearing through the sickening silence of the room. She looked so small, so defeated, kneeling at the feet of a man who towered above her like a god, his face devoid of any expression.Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched in the shadows of the staircase, my small fingers folding into a fist. I wanted to rush to her, to shield her from the venomous words that would surely follow, but I was powerless. Just a twelve-year-old boy, watching his mother break down, piece by piece. “You’re embarrassing yourself, Lila,” my father spat, his tone dripping with disgust. He didn’t even glance at her. His eyes remained on the
Naya's POVI stretched my gaze to the mansion’s large, engraved mahogany entryway, a soft sigh escaping my lips. Someone was knocking on the front door. I got to my feet, slowly walking to the manor’s unlocked entrance. My hand grabbed its knob and I swiftly turned it, the hinges protesting as I yanked the door open. I felt my nerves twitch beneath my skin as I stared at the new arrival. Joan, the lady Doris had mentioned her the last time we talked. Well, more like she talked and I listened, that is“Is Kieran home?” Joan asked casually, with a raised thinly plucked eyebrow. My stomach churned with anger. I fought hard to retain my composure so I could give her a civil answer at the very least. However, before I could speak, Kieran appeared from behind me.“Naya, who's there?” he asked, walking in my direction. “Hello Kieran,” the newcomer stated as she rested a hand on her flat stomach as if she’d been practicing this moment for days. “I’m pregnant.”The moment claimed that she w
Naya's POV I didn’t react. I didn’t let my face show anything but quiet neutrality as I excused myself from Lucien’s presence. A flicker of amusement crossed his expression, as if he expected me to shrink beneath his gaze—to lower my head and submit like the Omega he thought I was. But I did neither. Instead, I turned on my heel and walked away. I could still feel his gaze boring into my back, but I didn’t stop. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin crawling from his lingering presence. As I reached my room, I closed the door behind me and let out a slow breath. I couldn’t let this escalate. Kieran had worked too hard to establish diplomatic relations, and the last thing I wanted was to be the reason it crumbled. So I made a decision. I would avoid Lucien. I would stay out of his way, keep myself occupied, and wait for Kieran to return. Even if it meant biting my tongue, I wouldn’t cause a scene. At least, that was the plan. --- Lucien didn’t make avoida
Naya’s POV A soft sigh left my lips as I stirred awake, my limbs stretching lazily beneath the covers. A delicious ache settled deep in my muscles, a warmth that reminded me of exactly what had happened last night. My eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the large bedroom windows. For a brief moment, I was confused—the heavy weight draped over my waist, the warmth pressed against my back, the faint scent of cedar and musk wrapping around me like a cocoon. Then, his arm tightened. I sucked in a sharp breath as I felt Kieran’s strong arm pull me closer, his bare chest molding perfectly against my back. His steady breathing tickled my ear, sending a wave of shivers down my spine. Oh. A rush of heat flooded my face as memories from the previous night came crashing back. The way he touched me. The way he whispered my name like a prayer. The way he claimed me. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the giddy smile threatening to sprea
Naya's PovKieran wasn’t just kissing me. He was claiming me, consuming me, making sure I knew exactly how much he wanted me. A whimper slipped past my lips, and he groaned, his grip tightening. “Tell me to stop,” he rasped against my lips. I exhaled shakily. “I won’t.” A curse left his lips before he devoured me again, his hands sliding lower, exploring, teasing— God I was going to go mad.Kieran hovered over me, his bright eyes dark with something I had never seen before—something wild, unrestrained. His breath came out ragged, his body taut with tension, as if he were fighting an unseen war within himself. I didn’t want him to fight it. I arched up, pressing myself against him, my fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “Don’t stop.” His muscles tensed beneath my touch. A sharp exhale left his lips before he suddenly grabbed my chin, tilting my head back. His gaze flickered over my face, searching as if looking for hesitation—a reason to stop. I gave him
Naya’s POV I kissed him with everything I had. My lips crushed against his, raw and desperate, pouring every ounce of emotion I had bottled up inside. I didn’t care if I was being reckless. I didn’t care if I was drunk or if I’d regret this in the morning. All I knew was that I loved him. And I needed him to know. Kieran froze for half a second—just long enough for my heart to hammer in fear that he might push me away. Then, he snapped. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as his hands tightened around my waist. He yanked me closer, molding my body against his, and then he kissed me back—hard. I gasped against his lips, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he devoured me. His mouth was hot, demanding, full of frustration and need. I moaned softly, and the sound seemed to undo him. Kieran’s grip became almost bruising as he pulled me onto his lap, his large hands pressing into my back, keeping me flush against him. His lips moved against mine with growing urge
Kieran’s POV Shuddering lightly, I shook my head.I needed to clear my head. The scent of alcohol clung to Naya, mixing with the soft, familiar lavender that always wrapped around me whenever she was near. But there was something stronger tonight—something in the way she looked at me, eyes hazy yet sharp, filled with raw emotion that burned right through my restraint. I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms against the mattress beneath me to ground myself. “What the hell are you doing, Naya?” My voice came out rougher than I intended, my body tense beneath hers. She blinked at me, her brows pulling together in a frown as if trying to process my words. “I—” she started, then paused. A tipsy giggle escaped her lips as she swayed slightly in her position straddling my waist. “Kieran, you—you talk too much.” My jaw clenched. “You’re drunk.” She grinned. “Maybe.” I sighed, gripping the sheets tighter to keep my hands from doing something reckless—like grabbing her and-. “
Kieran’s POVThe cave was silent except for the slow, steady drip of water echoing through the stone walls. The air was damp and thick with the scent of earth and something ancient. I sat near the entrance, my body still tense, my mind a battlefield of warring thoughts. I had lost control. Again. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. I could still taste Seth’s blood on my tongue, still hearing the wet crunch of his bones snapping under my jaws. The thrill, the rush—it had consumed me entirely. And in that moment, I had been nothing but the beast. Naya had tried to stop me. I almost killed her. The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea rolling through me. Naya—wounded by my own hands. I exhaled sharply, forcing the memories down. A rustle of movement behind me drew my attention. I didn’t turn as a figure stepped into the dim light of the cave. "A troubled mind," the woman mused, her voice laced with amusement. "How… unusual for you." I glanced at her. Th
Naya’s POV Two days. It had been two days since the incident, and I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Kieran. Not his face, not his shadow, nothing. The first morning after that night, I had assumed he was simply giving me space. Maybe he needed time to himself, to process everything that had happened. I understood that. But when breakfast passed in silence, and the second day rolled by without so much as a passing glance, my patience wore thin. I sat at the long dining table, picking at the food on my plate, my appetite nonexistent. The room was oppressively quiet, the only sound the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain. Across from me, Kieran sat, focused intently on his meal. His posture was rigid, his movements precise—too precise, as if he were deliberately concentrating on everything except me. I stole a glance at him, waiting, hoping he would finally say something. A simple good morning, a nod of acknowledgment—anything. Nothing. I pressed my lips t
Kieran’s POVSeth barely had a moment to react. I felt the earth tremble beneath my paws as I lunged. His wide eyes, filled with the realization of impending death, were the last thing I saw before my jaws closed around his throat. A sickening crunch echoed through the air, the sharp snap of his windpipe shattering under my fangs. Blood—hot, thick, metallic—gushed into my mouth as his body convulsed against mine. His hands clawed at my fur, weak and frantic, but it was useless. I bit down harder. His body jerked once, then went limp. Dead. But I wasn’t satisfied. A guttural growl rumbled from deep within me as I tossed his lifeless form aside like a discarded ragdoll. Seth’s head lolled at an unnatural angle, his mouth still slightly open, frozen in a final attempt to scream. Then, the scent of others filled my nostrils. They came rushing in—his men, drawn by the sound of their leader’s demise. Their shouts echoed through the night, but I didn’t hear words. I only hea
We woke up naked in bed the next day. However, we didn’t have time to enjoy and take advantage of our special moment. We had no choice but to get ready for the day’s somber event…An hour later, Kieran stood beside me, stoic and unreadable, his hand resting lightly on the small of my back as we walked into the graveyard, while we both wore black. His grandmother's funeral was a private affair, attended only by those closest to him… Well, as close as Kieran allowed anyone to be, that is. He never talked much about her, but the pain in his silence said enough. She was the closest person to him. I adjusted the collar of my coat, feeling the weight of the moment pressing against my chest. This wasn’t my grief, but I could feel it as though it were my own. I glanced at Kieran, hoping to find something in his expression, but his face was carved from stone. He’d been like this for days: distant, preoccupied, and even colder than usual. His face was unreadable.Why did I even come here with