Feya's POV
I 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 numbers on the screen, the unfamiliar amounts scrolling faster than I could process. The total was rising, constantly rising. I could barely see it through the veil of anger that started clouding my thoughts. Each charge, each swipe of the card, felt like a knife. Feya, the girl who never splurged, who never wasted anything—how could someone do this to me?
My fingers trembled as I clicked through each notification, my breath coming faster and faster. Every amount, every charge, was eating away at me. They were from places I didn’t even remember—expensive bars, high-end clubs, flashy restaurants. I could almost hear the clinking of glasses and the laughter that came with the reckless spending.
A loud ringing in my ears drowned out all other sound as I stared at the numbers in disbelief, the cold sensation of betrayal starting to sink in. My stomach twisted in a knot, my chest tightening, suffocating me.
“Feya?” Alpha Blake’s voice was soft, concerned, but it did nothing to soothe me. I didn’t even hear him at first.
With a scream, I threw the phone on the couch beside me, the sound of it slamming against the cushion snapping me out of my trance. Tears welled up in my eyes before I could even stop them, and I blinked hard, trying to push them back.
"Who did this? Who took my card?!" I shouted, my voice cracking with panic. The room seemed to close in on me. The sound of my own frantic breathing filled my ears. I couldn’t think straight.
I was on my feet, looking around wildly. Everyone in the room paused, staring at me like I’d lost my mind. The laughter from the dining table faded into the background as I ran out of the room, the sobs catching in my throat. My heart pounded. My card. My money. My trust—gone. It felt like a piece of me had been ripped out.
I rushed to the hallway, the beeping of my phone still ringing in my ears like a taunting reminder of the violation. "Who the hell stole my card?!" I screamed, frantic now, my voice cracking with hysteria.
Alpha Blake was behind me in an instant, his hand on my arm, his voice a grounding presence. “Feya, calm down. It’s okay. We’ll figure this out.”
But his words were empty to me. Nothing he said could fill the void of betrayal that had opened up inside me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was scream.
“No! No, this is not okay! Someone took it! Someone’s been using it!”
I yanked my arm away from him, feeling my nails bite into my palm as I tried to hold myself together. I couldn’t stop myself. The anger, the hurt—it was bubbling over, threatening to swallow me whole.
And then, from behind me, I heard the sound of the door opening. I whipped around, still half-crazed from the sudden wave of emotions.
Zane.
Zane was standing there, her hand on Killian’s arm, pulling him inside. Killian—my brother—was staggering, barely keeping his feet beneath him. I froze for a moment, the sight of him taking me by surprise. His usual poise was gone. His face was flushed, his eyes glassy, unfocused.
For the first time in my life, I saw him drunk.
I hadn’t realized until then how much I had come to rely on his steady presence, his calm demeanor. To see him like this… to see him falling apart… it gutted me.
I blinked hard, trying to shake the panic that still swelled inside me. “What the hell is he doing here?” I spat, the words bitter in my mouth.
Zane didn’t even flinch. She stood there, looking at me like she couldn’t care less, her eyes narrowed in mild amusement. “He’s drunk, Feya,” she said, her voice flat. “He asked me to bring him back.”
“Are you kidding me?” I didn’t even try to hide the disgust in my voice. “You just let him get this drunk and bring him here? What the hell were you thinking?”
Zane didn’t answer right away. She just looked at me, her arms folded across her chest, and the look on her face was one of detached amusement. “He’s a grown man, Feya. Not my responsibility.”
I turned my gaze back to Killian, who was stumbling further into the hall, clearly struggling to stay on his feet. “Killian! What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted, my voice raw.
His eyes flickered towards me, unfocused, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure he even knew where he was. But then, he caught my gaze and gave me a weak smile. “Feya…” His voice was slow, slurring, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. “I just needed a night… to forget…”
I felt my heart twist at the sound of his voice.
Forget. Forget what? The mess he had just caused?
My vision blurred with fresh tears as I made my way toward him, my anger slipping away, replaced by something else. A hurt I couldn’t explain. A deep ache for him. For me. For us.
“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!” I snapped, suddenly furious again, but it wasn’t just at him. It was at everything—the betrayal of my trust, the mess we’d found ourselves in, and the weight of it all crushing me.
I pushed Zane aside, my hands trembling as I reached for Killian, trying to steady him, but his weight was too much. He swayed, barely able to stay upright.
Zane scoffed, standing back with a look of indifference. “You should take care of your brother, Feya. Not everyone’s going to be there to clean up your messes.”
I turned on her then, fury flaring in my chest. “Shut up, Zane. Just. Shut. Up.”
I didn’t care about her. I didn’t care about her smirk or her judgmental eyes. My brother was the one who needed me, not her. He was still trying to steady himself, his hands gripping my arms like he couldn’t remember where he was. His eyes finally met mine, and there was a vulnerability in them that I couldn’t remember ever seeing before.
“Feya… please…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "I messed up.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away, trying to keep my composure, but it was impossible. He was my brother—my twin—and I couldn’t bear seeing him like this. I couldn’t bear the guilt I could see in his eyes.
“Don’t… don’t you dare apologize to me, Killian.” My voice cracked. “You don’t get to mess everything up and then apologize.”
But as the words left my mouth, I saw the pain in his eyes—pain I knew all too well. The same kind of pain I felt when I thought about everything I had lost. The betrayal of my trust.
“Help him,” I choked out, turning to the guards who were standing in the hallway, watching this all unfold. “Get him inside. Help him.”
I couldn’t do this alone. Not tonight.
The guards moved in without question, and one of them took Killian’s other arm, helping him to his feet. Zane stood there, still watching me with that damn smirk on her face, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I just needed to get my brother inside. I needed him to be okay.
As they helped him move, I stood there for a moment, unable to shake the burning feeling of betrayal still rising in my chest. It was as if everything—the trust, the love, the family I thought I had—was slipping through my fingers.
I turned back toward Zane, my eyes filled with anger and pain. “This is your fault too,” I said through gritted teeth. “You have no right to just let him fall apart like this.”
Zane shrugged. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge of him, not me.”
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The next morning, I woke up with a heavy heart, my eyes still puffy from the tears I had shed throughout the night. The cold light of early morning poured through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. My phone was still sitting on the bed beside me, its screen cracked from when I had thrown it the night before. But I couldn’t bring myself to even look at it.
I lay there for a few moments, the events from the previous night replaying over and over in my head. The charges. The betrayal. The sting of having my trust shattered by the one person I thought would never hurt me.
As the morning haze lingered, I found myself curling up into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest. I let out a shaky breath, the tears threatening to start again. The overwhelming pain still hadn't gone away.
I had barely slept. How could I, with everything weighing on my heart? The confusion, the anger, the betrayal—everything was still fresh. It all felt like a wound that had been ripped open, and no matter how hard I tried to shut it, the blood kept spilling out.
Suddenly, I heard a faint noise coming from across the room. I didn’t have the energy to look up at first. I just stayed there, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts consumed by the wreckage of last night.
Then the sound of shuffling feet. Someone was moving around my room.
I snapped out of my trance and looked over, my vision still blurry from tears. It was Killian. He was standing in the doorway, looking disoriented, his hand on his forehead as if he was fighting off a headache. His disheveled hair fell over his eyes, his clothes wrinkled from the night before.
"Feya," he whispered, his voice thick with concern. "Are you okay?"
I stared at him, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through me. The sight of him—looking so vulnerable, so helpless—only added to the chaos I was feeling inside.
“I’m fine,” I muttered, my voice thick with emotion. “Just leave me alone, Killian.”
He took a step forward, his eyes filled with confusion and worry. “Feya, you’re clearly not fine. Please, just talk to me. What happened last night? What’s going on?”
I pulled the covers tighter around myself, trying to shield myself from him, from the world. I didn’t want to let him in. Not now. Not after everything that happened.
But then, Killian did something that completely took me by surprise.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his voice quieter now, the weight of guilt in his words. “Feya… I need to tell you something.”
I turned my head away from him, unable to look at him any longer. “I don’t want to hear it, Killian,” I said, my voice cracking.
But then, his words hit me like a slap in the face. “I was the one who used your card.”
I froze. My heart stopped.
"What?" I whispered, my throat tight with shock.
“I did it. All of it. The charges… they were me,” Killian continued, his voice heavy with remorse.
“I’m so sorry, Feya. I didn’t know how to stop myself. I was reckless, and I thought if I could just drown everything out, it would be easier. But I messed up. I messed up badly.”
I sat up in bed now, my hands trembling as I tried to process what he had just said. “Why?” I could barely choke out the word. “Why would you do that?”
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
Killian’s POVThe sun beat down from above, its rays cutting through the leaves as I walked through the vibrant garden filled with color and life. The leaves rustled softly, almost as if they understood my inner struggle. The sweet scent of jasmine mingled with the earthy smell of damp soil beneath my worn boots. Despite the beautiful surroundings, my mind was consumed by a pressing urgency that overshadowed the peace around me.As I approached the wrought-iron gate marking the boundary of the garden, I hesitated, scanning the scene before me. The guards at the entrance stood like statues, hands resting firmly on the hilts of their gleaming swords, their faces a mask of stoicism that barely concealed their true emotions. I could almost read their minds; the impending punishment for Alpha Blake's death loomed ominously above, like a storm cloud ready to break. I felt its oppressive weight settling on my shoulders, a stark reminder of the consequences that awaited me. I braced myself fo
Feya’s POVThe world had descended into turmoil. The once serene atmosphere of the garden was now suffused with dread, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing as guards rushed to secure the perimeter. My heart raced, each thump a stark reminder of the peril that enveloped us. The acrid smoke stung my eyes, yet I refused to waver. I was already upright, my body rigid with anxiety, my heart overshadowed by a darkness deeper than mere fear.Killian was the last person I wanted to dwell on at this moment, yet his image intruded upon my mind unbidden. Why did he have to act this way? My fists tightened, the fabric of my gown wrinkling under the strain. I couldn’t afford to indulge those feelings, not when chaos reigned around us.I maneuvered past the chairs, disregarding the worried glances of the elders, their eyes silently urging me to remain composed. But composure was a luxury I could not afford. No one could, not in this moment. The air was saturated with the sounds of gunfire and dis
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