Killian’s POV
The 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 seemed to understand the mess in my head, the only one who could make me forget just for a little while.
The phone rang, each second dragging on like a slow-burning fire. When she finally picked up, I didn’t waste any time.
“Zane. Get to the pack house. We’re going out.”
There was a beat of silence before she responded, her voice laced with both surprise and amusement.
“What? Are you serious? You want to go out? Like, out-out?” she asked, clearly skeptical.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Zane knew me well enough to know I wasn’t the type for clubbing, or anything remotely close to it. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d stepped foot in a nightclub.
“Yeah. Get dressed. I’ll pick you up in twenty,” I snapped, already turning on my heel and heading toward Feya’s car.
I knew it was a stupid move, but there was something about driving her car that felt rebellious, like I was doing something just to spite her. She’d never let me live it down if she found out. But tonight? I didn’t give a damn.
I slid into the driver’s seat, the familiar scent of leather and Feya’s perfume clinging to the interior. I gripped the steering wheel, forcing myself to ignore the ache in my chest as I pulled out of the driveway, not looking back.
The drive to the T-junction felt longer than it should have. Every second felt like a damn eternity, and my thoughts kept drifting back to the dinner table, to her laughter, to the way Blake had touched her hand like he had some right to her.
“Pull yourself together,” I muttered under my breath.
I could see Zane’s silhouette approaching the curb as I slowed to a stop. She was standing there, looking like a goddamn bombshell. I couldn’t stop my eyes from trailing over her figure, taking in the black dress that hugged her curves, the heels that made her legs look like they went on for miles.
She opened the door, tossing me a grin that was equal parts sassy and confident. "You know, I never thought I’d see the day where Killian 'Mr. Serious' would want to go to a nightclub."
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Well, look at that. I'm full of surprises."
She slid into the passenger seat, and I made sure to close the door for her, my hand brushing against hers in the process. Her smirk was practically audible as she shot me a look.
“You know, this feels like one of those nights where you’re doing something ridiculously stupid.”
“Maybe I am,” I muttered, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb. “But right now, I don’t care.”
She didn’t respond right away, just leaned back in her seat, tapping her fingers against the armrest in time with the music playing softly through the speakers. But I could see the curiosity in her eyes, the way she was trying to figure me out.
"You're mad," she finally said, her voice low, like she was testing the waters. "Aren't you? This... whatever this is. It’s not about the club, is it? You're running from something."
I glanced over at her. She was still looking out the window, her face unreadable, but I knew her well enough to see the question hanging between us.
"Maybe I am." I pushed the pedal down a little harder, the engine roaring in response. "Maybe I’m running from a lot of things."
She didn't pry further, and for that, I was grateful. Zane always knew when to back off, but I could tell she wasn’t done with me just yet. She didn’t like leaving things unsaid.
We drove in silence for a few minutes, the city lights reflecting off the windshield as we neared the club. My mind kept wandering back to the house, to the table, to Feya’s laugh, her eyes fixed on Blake. A surge of jealousy mixed with something darker coiled in my gut.
"You’re really doing this, huh?" Zane said suddenly, breaking my train of thought. “You’re taking me to the most expensive club in town? You sure you’re not trying to distract yourself from something, Killian?”
I looked over at her again, catching a glimpse of that knowing smirk on her lips. God, she was good. “Maybe I just want a good night. Maybe I’m just looking to live a little. Can you handle that, Zane?”
Her eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was a challenge in her voice when she replied. “Oh, I’m more than capable of handling it. The question is, can you handle me?”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “Please. I’ve handled worse.”
The club came into view, its neon lights flashing in the distance, a beacon of excess and indulgence. I parked in front of the entrance and killed the engine, already feeling the buzz of anticipation coursing through me. Zane slid out of the car first, giving me a look that screamed “I told you so,” but I wasn’t backing down now.
I stepped out of the car, glancing down and catching sight of the debit card lying on the floor. It was Feya’s. I froze for a split second, the weight of it hanging in the air.
Fuck.
I shoved it in my pocket and quickly followed Zane toward the entrance. She was already talking to the bouncers, her charm doing all the work as they let us pass without a second glance. The music hit me like a wall as we stepped inside, the bass vibrating in my chest, the lights flashing like a heartbeat.
"Now we're talking," Zane said, her eyes lighting up. "I like this energy. You sure you're not a regular here, Killian? You're doing this way too smoothly."
"Just don’t get too comfortable," I shot back, a grin pulling at the corner of my lips. "This isn’t about having fun. Not for me."
She raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s it about then?”
I didn’t answer right away. We made our way to the bar, ordering drinks—vodka shots, my usual. Zane downed hers without a second thought, but I took mine slow, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. It helped dull the noise in my head, the thoughts of Feya and Blake fading just a little.
"You're acting weird, Killian," Zane said after a while, tipping her glass in my direction. "Like you're avoiding something. Who pissed you off?"
I glanced at her, a laugh escaping me despite myself. "Feya." I didn’t need to say more. The name alone told her everything.
Zane’s eyes widened in understanding, and she laughed, shaking her head. "Of course. That girl can drive anyone insane." She leaned closer, her voice lowering. "But you know, you don't have to act like this, you know? You could talk to her. Or... maybe stop pretending it doesn’t bother you."
I scoffed. “You don’t get it, Zane. She doesn’t see it. Doesn’t see me.”
Her expression softened for a second, but she was quick to snap back to her usual teasing self. “Well, you’re not the only one who’s been overlooked. But maybe this—” she waved her hand around, gesturing to the pulsing crowd, the flashing lights—“is exactly what you need. A break.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I took another shot. The cold liquid burned, but it didn’t quite numb the storm in my chest.
"You're not the only one running from something, you know?" Zane's voice was quieter now, more thoughtful. "But that doesn’t mean we can't make the most of it while we can."
I looked at her, really looked at her for the first time that night. She was still Zane—sassy, unbothered, but there was a softness beneath it all. Something that knew how to fight battles without needing to win every single one.
"You’re right," I said, my voice more serious than I meant it to be. "But tonight, I just want to forget."
She smirked, raising her glass. "Well then, here’s to forgetting."
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
Faye’s povEver since the mating ceremony, I had been avoiding Killian like a plague. And that as a very difficult task because avoiding him was like trying to run from my own shadow — No matter how fast I moved or how I always tried to stay out of his way, he was always there. His presence was a constant reminder to me that the mating bond between us was unbreakable but I refused to accept it. I skipped meals when I knew he would be in the dining hall,I trained at odd hours, hoping to miss him at the pack's training grounds,I even started sleeping in the Beta's quarters pretending in needed space from the Alpha's Wing. I tried all of that and more but…None of it worked.Why?Because tell me why Killian went everywhere I went. If I left a room, he would enter seconds later. If I avoided his gaze, he made sure to find ays to steal my attention and wors of all, everytime he said my nickname — just my nickname — I felt the bond tug at my soul. No matter how much I avoided him, h
Faye's povEver since the party, I couldn't look at Killian the same way anymore. Ever since that night, the night he killed Jake, I hadn't been able to sleep. I kept reliving the same nightmares — Jake's blood on his hands, the way his green eyes turned red with rage, the way he ripped Jake apart like a rabid beast. Everything was vivid imprinted in my mind.That night, I had never felt so scared in my life. Killian, my brother. The one whose eyes always beamed now had a murderous glint in them.That night, he rose from Jake's mauled corpse and smiled at me as though expecting gratitude, understanding but all I felt was pure, bone-chilling fear.I remember taking a step back. It was a single step but it shattered something between us. His smile fell and my breath hitched. He had seen it. He had seen the fear in my eyes and he hated it.“Don't look at me like that!” He had yelled. But how else would I look at it when he was covered in blood.He had saved me from being raped but he
Faye's povI woke up to the sound of angry yells. I sat up and looks around my room for the source of the sound. It certainly wasn't here. Wind rushed through my room and brushed my skin, cooling the area around my neck.My hand quickly flew to the left side of my neck and I sucked in a breath.It wasn't a nightmare. The kiss. The mark. All of it was real.A scream tore through my lips. *****By the time I had bathed and dressed in a fluffy cotton turtle neck and plaid skirt, I walked downstairs to get breakfast like I was used to.But by the time, I arrived downstairs, I realize I had walked in on something serious.Tension the size eor Jupiter rolled off the walls, thick and unrelenting. Nobody, not a single soul, smiled or even laughed. Not even the pups who were usuallt careless and wild during breakfast time. All of them sat quietly in their seats. I looked around the vast room and noticed that something I shouldn't have — everyone had the same look in their eyes. Not anger,
Faye’s pov“I can't let go of this, Faye.” “You're not —”He cut me off. “You should go.”He turned his focus to the scrolls like I wasn't standing there. I hated how he could do this to me but what I hated the most was the most treacherous part of me that didn't want to leave. I hissed, walking towards him, my eyes heavy with unshaded tears that tear deep into my heart. I won't leave, Killian, I will stay. I stood up hearing the word, “I won't leave” his gaze surprisedly raised to me. I stood frozen, the words hanging in the air like a bitter chill. You should go. The coldness in his tone struck deep, and for a moment, I almost believed it. I almost believed that leaving would somehow make things easier for him and me.But then I realized, I couldn’t leave him—not like this.“Killian,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of all that was unsaid between us.He didn’t look up. The rustle of parchment was all that answered me, a dull, rhythmic sound as though he was act
Faye’s povThe tension in the pack house stretched on like a taut string, an ominous quiet settling over us for days. It was a heavy calm, almost unbearable, as if the world were holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. I had prepared myself for an impending attack, a raid that would signal the BloodMoon pack’s long-anticipated aggression toward us. Yet, to my disbelief, nothing had happened. Our borders remained eerily quiet, with not a glimpse of their warriors, even as Killian led his patrols of our own pack guards, vigilant but uneventful.As I strolled through the grand hallway of the pack house, where ancestral portraits of our forebears watched from the walls, a growing unease nestled in my chest like a stone. Each creak of the polished hardwood floors beneath my feet echoed in the stillness, and the hushed conversations of workers felt almost conspiratorial. The impressive decor of the pack house, with its marble marble columns and intricate carvings, only added
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