Feya’s POV
I stood at the balcony, my arms crossed tightly against my chest, watching them from a distance. There they were—Killian and Zane—sitting together on that bench in the garden, like some perfect pair, laughing, talking. His laughter, a sound that used to feel like home, now grated against my nerves like sandpaper. The way Zane lounged against him, as if it was normal for them to be so close, so comfortable.
I couldn’t take it. My stomach churned. I hated seeing them together like that. Especially with Zane. I really don’t like her. The thought echoed in my mind like a mantra. I hissed several times under my breath, the anger bubbling beneath my skin, like a hot wire I couldn’t control.
I felt so exposed standing here, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I should’ve been used to it, used to the way she always managed to slip into places she didn’t belong. But I wasn’t.
"Why are you snickering, Feya?"
The voice came from behind me, cutting through my thoughts. I stiffened, turning slowly to see Alpha Fenrirson standing in the doorway, his deep-set eyes focused on me. His presence loomed in the room, though he didn’t approach me. He stood there, as always, with that authoritative air. But today, it was different. Something about the way he asked the question, his tone slightly amused, made my skin crawl.
"Nothing," I replied quickly, a forced smile spreading across my lips. "Just... thinking." I didn’t want to engage. I didn’t want to answer. But the Alpha, as always, wouldn’t let me off that easily.
He stepped forward, his heavy boots barely making a sound on the floor. His gaze softened, just for a moment, before it hardened again. "You’ve been quiet, Feya. I know that look on your face."
I tried to mask the growing irritation, the heat building inside me. It was hard to look at him—his presence always so commanding, always so... omnipresent. But he was right. I hadn’t been myself lately, not since everything with Killian started to unravel. It was as if something deep inside me was starting to shift, and I didn’t know how to control it.
"I’m fine," I muttered, forcing the words past clenched teeth. It was a lie. But it was the only one I could give without revealing too much.
Fenrirson tilted his head slightly, studying me with an intensity that made me want to squirm. "You remind me of your mother sometimes. Strong-willed. Determined." His voice had a quiet reverence to it, like he was recalling something that he held dear.
His words made my chest tighten. I didn’t want to hear it. Not now. Not from him.
"My mother," I repeated, the words tasting bitter on my tongue. "I don’t see how—"
"You carry her strength," Fenrirson interrupted, his gaze softening again. "I’ve seen it in you from the moment you were born. But sometimes, Feya, strength is also about knowing when to let things go, when to release the burdens you carry."
The last sentence struck me, a painful truth I didn’t want to acknowledge. He was right. I carried something heavy, something I couldn’t put down, not even for a second.
"You remind me of her," he repeated. "But you are stronger than she ever was."
His words sent a jolt through me, the weight of them making me feel smaller, weaker. The confidence I tried so hard to hold on to suddenly seemed fragile, like it could break with just one wrong word.
But he wasn’t done.
"And yet," alpha Fenrirson continued, his voice now carrying a sharper edge, "I sense something in you that I don't fully understand." He paused, his expression unreadable. "It’s something I’ve seen before, and it’s been bothering me."
I felt a cold knot form in my stomach, but I kept my voice steady. "What do you mean?" I managed, though every part of me wanted to back away.
Fenrirson’s eyes met mine, sharp and knowing. "I’ve seen the way you look at Killian."
The words hit me like a slap across the face. My breath caught in my throat, and my stomach dropped. I took a step back, but he didn’t let up.
"You and your brother… there’s more than just sibling affection between you two, isn’t there?" Fenrirson’s voice was low now, as if he was finally cutting through the layers of the façade I’d built.
I couldn’t breathe. The words hung in the air like poison, thick and suffocating. I wanted to scream, to deny it, but I couldn’t. Because somewhere, deep inside, I knew it was true. It was becoming undeniable.
But the words wouldn’t come. How could I say it out loud? How could I admit that the bond between Killian and me was not just familial but something else, something twisted and impossible? That I had kissed him, that I wanted him, that this desire, this pull, was becoming too strong to ignore?
"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about," I finally said, forcing the words past my lips. But my voice cracked, betraying me.
Alpha Fenrirson wasn’t convinced. His eyes bored into mine, searching for something deeper, something I was desperate to hide. I turned my face away, looking out the balcony again, avoiding his gaze, hoping he would stop.
"You don’t have to hide it from me," he said softly. "I know. I’ve seen it in the way you act around him. The way your eyes linger. The tension. Feya, you’re not just his sister anymore, are you?"
I was frozen, the blood draining from my face. My mind screamed for me to say something, to explain that it was wrong, that it couldn’t be true, but the words wouldn’t form.
"I think you should go," I whispered, barely able to hold the tremble in my voice.
Fenrirson didn’t move immediately, though his eyes softened, pity creeping into his expression. "Feya, whatever this is, it won’t end well. Not for you, not for him. You both deserve better."
I couldn’t stay there any longer. I couldn’t listen to his judgment, his knowing look that made me feel like I was suffocating under his gaze.
"I said, please go," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.
Fenrirson hesitated for a moment longer before finally nodding and turning to leave.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I collapsed onto the railing of the balcony, clutching it with trembling hands. The anger was gone now, replaced by a wave of cold fear. What did he know? How much did he see? And why did it feel like everything I had been trying to hide was slipping through my fingers?
But there was no time to think about that. The truth, the unbearable truth, was that I was mated to Killian. I didn’t know how it had happened, or when exactly the line between sibling affection and something else had blurred. But I couldn’t deny it any longer.
I could feel him, even when he wasn’t near. The pull between us was growing stronger, something I couldn’t fight. And the more I fought it, the more it consumed me.
I heard my father’s voice from downstairs, calling my name, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not now. Not with everything falling apart around me.
I turned away from the balcony, stepping back inside the room, and closing the door behind me. I needed to be alone. I needed to think, to process this before it consumed me entirely.
Feya’s POVI heard my father’s voice reverberating through the walls, his words still searing through my thoughts. The echo of his anger seemed to crawl under my skin, a constant reminder of how I could never get things right, never be enough. I didn’t have the energy to face him again, to hear him tell me how I was a disappointment, how I failed him, how I failed everyone.I couldn’t breathe with his voice hanging in the air, so I did what I always did when I wanted to escape: I walked. My feet carried me down the hall, though I didn’t have anywhere in mind. Just somewhere away from the heaviness of this house, away from my father’s rage.I ended up in the living room, standing by the window, staring out at the empty yard. The air was stale, and the mansion felt suffocating, cold even though it was summer. I felt cold. And that’s when I spotted it: the landline sitting on the side table.It was a relic, an old lifeline I hadn’t used in ages, but right now it felt like the only thing
Feya's POVThe hum of chatter from the workers drifted to my ears as I stepped into the hallway. At first, it was just the usual buzz, the mundane talk of everyday chores, but then I caught something that made my heart skip a beat. I lingered on the top step, letting the voices of the two workers below seep into my mind."Did you hear? Alpha Blake's coming back to the pack tomorrow," one of them said, her voice a little too light, too excited.I leaned against the railing, my fingers gripping the wood just a little too tightly, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling the rush of anticipation that surged through me at the mere mention of his name. Alpha Blake. I smiled, trying to mask the flutters in my chest, but the other worker’s response soon wiped the grin off my face."I know, I heard. He's my crush too," she said with a giggle.My breath hitched, a knot tightening in my stomach. I couldn’t have heard that right. She couldn’t be serious. I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my com
Killian’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary as I drove Feya back to the pack house. The silence between us was almost suffocating, but I could sense something in her that had shifted. She’d been more energetic than I expected when we went shopping—practically bouncing through the aisles like a child, her excitement impossible to miss. It was like she was on cloud nine, and for some reason, that made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t quite explain.I stole glances at her as we drove, noticing how her smile seemed to linger long after we left the shop, how her fingers gently grazed the bags as if she were holding something precious. But the closer we got to the pack house, the more I began to wonder what was really going on inside her head. She hadn’t said much since we left the store, only occasionally looking out the window, lost in her thoughts.The tension was building in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me. I wanted to ask her what had her so happy, but so
Feya’s POVThe table was set, the silverware glinting under the soft overhead light, and the scent of freshly prepared food filled the air. It was the kind of dinner that had always been meticulously planned by my father—a display of power and status. Tonight, though, it felt different. Tonight, the guest of honor wasn’t just some high-ranking pack member; it was Alpha Blake.I had barely slept, and my mind had been racing ever since I’d heard the announcement. Alpha Blake would be here tonight. I had never been more excited. And why wouldn’t I be? He was everything. Charismatic, powerful, magnetic. When I’d seen him just once before, he’d looked at me like I was the only person in the room. That look, that energy, had stayed with me.Killian, on the other hand, was a storm cloud in the distance. He was seething. His anger had only intensified the moment he’d heard the news. I could feel it, the heavy tension that had thickened the air between us. The way he kept avoiding my gaze, the
Killian’s POVThe cold air hit me like a slap in the face as I walked down the long, winding path away from the house. My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, the bitterness of the evening biting through the fabric. I could still hear the faint sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from the dining room, but I couldn’t stay there. Not with him in there, with her sitting so close to him.I should’ve left sooner. I should’ve known it would eat me alive, but no. I had to watch it unfold. Feya, sitting beside Alpha Blake, all radiant and doe-eyed. It’s like she didn’t even see me anymore. She didn’t see the bond we had, didn’t care about the things we had shared. She was lost in the idea of him. And that hurt. It hit harder than I wanted to admit.I gritted my teeth and shoved the thoughts aside. No. I wasn’t going to let this mess with me. Not tonight. Not anymore.I pulled out my phone, tapping on the contact I had been avoiding for far too long. Zane. The only one who
Killian's POVI don’t know what the hell came over me, but the moment I pulled Feya’s debit card from my pocket, I felt like the whole club was at my fingertips. The glint of gold was almost too tempting.“Another round for the whole damn bar,” I said to the bartender, flashing the card with a grin. He raised an eyebrow at me, but when he saw the card, he nodded without hesitation.Zane, standing next to me, looked like she’d just seen me steal a diamond. “Wait a minute. You’re really doing this?”I shrugged, leaning against the bar, watching the bartender start pouring shots and cocktails for anyone within arm's reach. “Why not? It’s a night to remember, right?”Zane was still staring at me, her head tilted like she was trying to figure me out. “You don’t strike me as the type to throw around money for no reason.”I chuckled darkly, grabbing the drink the bartender slid my way. “It’s not about the money. It’s about the moment.”Her eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corner of her
Feya's POVI was sitting beside Alpha Blake in the grand living room of the pack house, the flickering fire casting shadows over the stone walls. The low murmur of conversation filled the room as everyone continued to enjoy the festivities, but I couldn’t seem to focus. My fingers tapped nervously on the armrest, my mind elsewhere. Alpha Blake was talking, his words slipping by me like water, not really reaching me.Then it came—the beep. A soft sound at first, almost inaudible over the low hum of chatter. I ignored it. But then, it came again. Another beep, then another. My phone.I glanced down at it, the persistent vibrations vibrating through the surface of the coffee table. I almost dismissed it, but something told me I shouldn’t. My fingers shook as I reached for my phone, pulling it towards me with a deep, unexplainable sense of dread in my chest.The screen lit up, and my heart sank when I saw the string of notifications. Debits. So many debits.I blinked, staring at the numbe
Faye’s povTonight is going to be the best night of my life.I have dreamed of this night since I was a child. The night where I will finally find my mate. The night where the person destined to love me will complete me in ways no one ever could. I had always known who it would be — Young Alpha Blake, the man I had loved in silence as long as I can remember. The one whose name I had written in my diary. He's the man I had always prayed to the Moon Goddess for, in hopes that, no, believing that on the day of the Mating Ceremony he would choose me. That he would be mine.And it was today.Music, laughter, and chatter filled the air. The golden decorative lanterns swayed from the tree branches, casting low glow over the sea of faces in the crowd. The night was thick with excitement as the pack gathered under the full moon. Everywhere I looked, couples were finding each other, happy and glad that they had found each other. It was the last selection. I was next.I walked to the center
Feya's POVI was sitting beside Alpha Blake in the grand living room of the pack house, the flickering fire casting shadows over the stone walls. The low murmur of conversation filled the room as everyone continued to enjoy the festivities, but I couldn’t seem to focus. My fingers tapped nervously on the armrest, my mind elsewhere. Alpha Blake was talking, his words slipping by me like water, not really reaching me.Then it came—the beep. A soft sound at first, almost inaudible over the low hum of chatter. I ignored it. But then, it came again. Another beep, then another. My phone.I glanced down at it, the persistent vibrations vibrating through the surface of the coffee table. I almost dismissed it, but something told me I shouldn’t. My fingers shook as I reached for my phone, pulling it towards me with a deep, unexplainable sense of dread in my chest.The screen lit up, and my heart sank when I saw the string of notifications. Debits. So many debits.I blinked, staring at the numbe
Killian's POVI don’t know what the hell came over me, but the moment I pulled Feya’s debit card from my pocket, I felt like the whole club was at my fingertips. The glint of gold was almost too tempting.“Another round for the whole damn bar,” I said to the bartender, flashing the card with a grin. He raised an eyebrow at me, but when he saw the card, he nodded without hesitation.Zane, standing next to me, looked like she’d just seen me steal a diamond. “Wait a minute. You’re really doing this?”I shrugged, leaning against the bar, watching the bartender start pouring shots and cocktails for anyone within arm's reach. “Why not? It’s a night to remember, right?”Zane was still staring at me, her head tilted like she was trying to figure me out. “You don’t strike me as the type to throw around money for no reason.”I chuckled darkly, grabbing the drink the bartender slid my way. “It’s not about the money. It’s about the moment.”Her eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corner of her
Killian’s POVThe cold air hit me like a slap in the face as I walked down the long, winding path away from the house. My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, the bitterness of the evening biting through the fabric. I could still hear the faint sounds of laughter and clinking glasses from the dining room, but I couldn’t stay there. Not with him in there, with her sitting so close to him.I should’ve left sooner. I should’ve known it would eat me alive, but no. I had to watch it unfold. Feya, sitting beside Alpha Blake, all radiant and doe-eyed. It’s like she didn’t even see me anymore. She didn’t see the bond we had, didn’t care about the things we had shared. She was lost in the idea of him. And that hurt. It hit harder than I wanted to admit.I gritted my teeth and shoved the thoughts aside. No. I wasn’t going to let this mess with me. Not tonight. Not anymore.I pulled out my phone, tapping on the contact I had been avoiding for far too long. Zane. The only one who
Feya’s POVThe table was set, the silverware glinting under the soft overhead light, and the scent of freshly prepared food filled the air. It was the kind of dinner that had always been meticulously planned by my father—a display of power and status. Tonight, though, it felt different. Tonight, the guest of honor wasn’t just some high-ranking pack member; it was Alpha Blake.I had barely slept, and my mind had been racing ever since I’d heard the announcement. Alpha Blake would be here tonight. I had never been more excited. And why wouldn’t I be? He was everything. Charismatic, powerful, magnetic. When I’d seen him just once before, he’d looked at me like I was the only person in the room. That look, that energy, had stayed with me.Killian, on the other hand, was a storm cloud in the distance. He was seething. His anger had only intensified the moment he’d heard the news. I could feel it, the heavy tension that had thickened the air between us. The way he kept avoiding my gaze, the
Killian’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary as I drove Feya back to the pack house. The silence between us was almost suffocating, but I could sense something in her that had shifted. She’d been more energetic than I expected when we went shopping—practically bouncing through the aisles like a child, her excitement impossible to miss. It was like she was on cloud nine, and for some reason, that made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t quite explain.I stole glances at her as we drove, noticing how her smile seemed to linger long after we left the shop, how her fingers gently grazed the bags as if she were holding something precious. But the closer we got to the pack house, the more I began to wonder what was really going on inside her head. She hadn’t said much since we left the store, only occasionally looking out the window, lost in her thoughts.The tension was building in the pit of my stomach, gnawing at me. I wanted to ask her what had her so happy, but so
Feya's POVThe hum of chatter from the workers drifted to my ears as I stepped into the hallway. At first, it was just the usual buzz, the mundane talk of everyday chores, but then I caught something that made my heart skip a beat. I lingered on the top step, letting the voices of the two workers below seep into my mind."Did you hear? Alpha Blake's coming back to the pack tomorrow," one of them said, her voice a little too light, too excited.I leaned against the railing, my fingers gripping the wood just a little too tightly, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling the rush of anticipation that surged through me at the mere mention of his name. Alpha Blake. I smiled, trying to mask the flutters in my chest, but the other worker’s response soon wiped the grin off my face."I know, I heard. He's my crush too," she said with a giggle.My breath hitched, a knot tightening in my stomach. I couldn’t have heard that right. She couldn’t be serious. I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my com
Feya’s POVI heard my father’s voice reverberating through the walls, his words still searing through my thoughts. The echo of his anger seemed to crawl under my skin, a constant reminder of how I could never get things right, never be enough. I didn’t have the energy to face him again, to hear him tell me how I was a disappointment, how I failed him, how I failed everyone.I couldn’t breathe with his voice hanging in the air, so I did what I always did when I wanted to escape: I walked. My feet carried me down the hall, though I didn’t have anywhere in mind. Just somewhere away from the heaviness of this house, away from my father’s rage.I ended up in the living room, standing by the window, staring out at the empty yard. The air was stale, and the mansion felt suffocating, cold even though it was summer. I felt cold. And that’s when I spotted it: the landline sitting on the side table.It was a relic, an old lifeline I hadn’t used in ages, but right now it felt like the only thing
Feya’s POVI stood at the balcony, my arms crossed tightly against my chest, watching them from a distance. There they were—Killian and Zane—sitting together on that bench in the garden, like some perfect pair, laughing, talking. His laughter, a sound that used to feel like home, now grated against my nerves like sandpaper. The way Zane lounged against him, as if it was normal for them to be so close, so comfortable.I couldn’t take it. My stomach churned. I hated seeing them together like that. Especially with Zane. I really don’t like her. The thought echoed in my mind like a mantra. I hissed several times under my breath, the anger bubbling beneath my skin, like a hot wire I couldn’t control.I felt so exposed standing here, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I should’ve been used to it, used to the way she always managed to slip into places she didn’t belong. But I wasn’t."Why are you snickering, Feya?"The voice came from behind me, cutting through my thoughts. I
Killian povWeeks laterI shifted uncomfortably as Zane's fingers dug into my thigh, and I let out a sharp wince, the sudden pain snapping me out of my thoughts. Her gaze was teasing, but there was an underlying seriousness behind it."What was that for?" I hissed, shooting her an irritated look.Zane didn’t seem to care much, her lips curving into a playful smirk. "You weren’t listening to me," she replied, her tone light and carefree, though I could hear a hint of concern buried in it. She tilted her head back, eyes searching the sky above us.I grunted, rubbing my thigh absently. "What were you saying again?"Her expression softened as she settled back into a more comfortable position on my legs. “I asked if you’ve settled your issues with Feya. Both of you are siblings, you don’t have to keep dancing around each other like this."I sighed, the weight of her words sinking deeper into my chest. The truth was, I hadn't settled anything. I hadn’t even been able to look her in the eyes