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 pain killers,” Clara shouted, since she was already running down the school hall towards the small but completely-furnished clinic.
I watched her disappear from sight before hurriedly dialing Sabrina’s number as I sprinted toward the school’s parking lot that was behind the main building. Each ring felt like an eternity, but the call went to voicemail. Where the hell was she? I understood she was the pack’s doctor and probably busy, but family always came first, right?
“Pick up, Sabrina!” I yelled, hitting redial. Nothing.
Just then my phone beeped. I text message has pushed through. I quickly checked it and saw my best friend’s number…
The message flashing on my mobile’s screen: “Bestie, I’m sorry but they won’t allow me to take the meds to you because it’s school regulation to release drugs without being examined first. It’s either you come here to be checked then drink what they will give you or I bring our school doctor to you so he can diagnose you.”
Frustration bubbled within me. I needed to get out of there. With the few gazes lingering on me, I would eventually run out of options and wolf out.
As I turned the corner, I collided with someone… hard. I stumbled back, my head snapping up to meet a pair of surprised hazel eyes.
“Whoa, easy there,” the young man said, steadying me with a firm grip.
His scent hit my nostrils, and I felt my wolf whisper, “Mate…”
No, it couldn’t be! I gave him a once over. He looked like any typical broad-shouldered young man in his early 20’s. His hair was a muddy dark brown and he was slightly tanned. Judging from his hairy and brawny arms, he was very hirsute underneath his beige sports shirt and jeans jacket. He strongly smelled of the fresh woods and waterfalls right after a storm, overwhelming me with it. For a moment, I was trapped in his hazel eyes, my heartbeat quickening.
“I... I’m sorry,” I stammered, pulling away from his grasp. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“You’re burning up, miss,” he said, his brow furrowing and stepping nearer, bridging the distance between us. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head slowly, unable to find the strength to reply.
“What’s happening to you?” he asked in concern, his voice softening. “You’re a wolf, aren’t you?”
My eyes widened. “How did you kno~”
“I can smell it,” he answered simply. “And the heat radiating off you isn’t normal. Do you need suppressants?”
“Yes, yes,” I said immediately without a moment’s hesitation.
He placed a hand into one of his jacket pockets, pulling out a small bottle of suppressant. I gasp in relief as I snatched the bottle from him, instantly opening it and pouring the pills into my hand.
He watched me with surprise as I swallowed the pills hastily as if my life depended on it. And maybe it did. I didn’t give a damn of whatever he thought, nor anyone else for that matter. I just wanted to prevent myself from morphing and raping somebody just to ease my heat .
“Thank you,” I whispered gratefully, as I returned the empty bottle to him while I felt my body slowly reverting back to its original state.
A small smile tugged at his cupid bow lips as he mumbled, “Don't mention it. I'm Kieran,by the way.” as he held his free hand out to me while he slipped the small plastic back container back into his pocket with the other one.
However, before I could respond, the sudden screeching of tires caught my attention. I looked at the vehicle that was on idle beside us. It was Sabrina…
Perfect timing, don't you think?
“Naya!” she yelled, rushing out of the car from the passenger’s side as her boyfriend Seth carefully parked his black Toyota Sedan nearer to me and my sister. “We’ve been looking for you in your school and we couldn’t find you.”
She looked worried, deep anxiety lining her voice. Sabrina had always been the one in my family to sense whenever I was in trouble. It helped that she was our pack's doctor as well. Her mate, Seth, stepped out of the parked vehicle, his green eyes locking with my blue ones for a brief moment.
“Are you alright? I felt something was wrong and I…”
My sister then paused, shifting her gaze to Kieran. Her lips folded as if she was going to say something that was a bit awkward and was thinking of how to properly phrase it.
“He…He helped me,” I mumbled, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “It’s because of him that I’m ok now, sister.”
“Nice to know you, Naya,” Kieran remarked with a friendly wave as he slowly strode away, in a self-confident and almost cocky manner. “See you again, soon. Take care.”
Sabrina's gaze lingered on his retreating form until he can no longer be seen from the parking lot. Then, she looked back at me to soothingly instruct me, Seth now silently standing by her side.
“Get into the car, girl,” my older sibling said with a hint or urgency in her voice. “We need to talk…”
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
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
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
Kieran’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