Faye’s pov
Ever 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, his presence lingered like smoke
No matter how I fought it, the bond pulled me closer.
It went on like that for days, weeks even, until one night, everything changed and it started with a party.
I folded my arms over my chest, glasint at him as he leans against my doorframe. “Killian, I'm not going anywhere.”
“You're going, Faye.” Killian replied, his usual calm masking something much darker.
“I'm not going!” I raised my voice.
“You are going and that's final!” He said. “I've let you avoid me for weeks but this? This is non-negotiable!”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “So what?” You're dragging me to party against my will!”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “I am not forcing you, but you need to stop running.”
“Why wouldn't I run?! It's not like I asked to be your mate, Killian.”
“I was talking about the party, Faye. You're a part of our pack! It's important you show up.”
I had broken his resolve. He had yelled. Finally.
For a second, something flickered in his eyes – anger and pain. But it was gone before I could utter another word.
Killian heaved a sigh and pushed off the doorframe.
My breath hitched when he closed the distance between us, stopping few inches from my face. His scent wrapped around me like a curse.
“Look, I get that you're still upset about what happened at the mating ceremony but heaven knows I didn't ask for it either,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Did you absolutely think I wanted to look at you and see something I never should have?”
I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say anymore.
Suddenly, he lifted his hands to my face as if to touch it but curled it into a fist instead. “We're running late.”
He turned on his heels to leave.
“You have to let me go, Killian,” I called behind him. “If I won't be you're mate then leave me alone.”
“I can't.” He replied without looking at me.
He couldn't let go?
He tilted his head to look at him and I saw it – the war raging inside of me was the same one raging inside of him.
“I want you downstairs in 10 minutes.” He said before walking out of my room.
I balled my hands into a fist and let out an angry groan.
I should've refused. I should've fought harder but I couldn't!
I turned to the mirror instead. “Fine. I'll go to this stupid party!”
And so that night, I went to the party.
Ten minutes into the party and I was already wishing I was home.
The music was unbelievably loud and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat.
The party was people-ish. That means wolves from different packs were in attendance. They mingled, laughed and had conversations with each other. Everything blended in place, you could almost not tell who was from Crescent Moon pack, HalfMoon pack or even ours, the Silver Frost pack.
While everyone had a good time, I kept to the edges of the party, avoiding the gaze of one person I'd been avoiding for weeks – Killian. He was talking to a few Alpha's near a bonefire but I felt his gaze on me.
I felt my skin crawl everytime he looked in my direction and told myself I needed to leave.
I don't know why but instinct told me to stay where I was but I refused. Our instincts aren't always right.
I let my guard down and slipped away before Killian would notice.
As I walked down the corner of the packhouse, I felt someone behind me.
I whipped around and a scream almost escaped my lips.
“Oh my goodness.” I gasped in relief when I saw it was a harmless Alpha.
“I'm sorry if I scared you.” He said, beaming me an apologetic smile.
“It's fine.” I returned his smile but my heart was still racing in my chest.
He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing my face. “You're Alpha Fenrirson’s daughter right? Faye?”
I forced a polite smile. “Yes, I am. I… don't think we've met.”
And indeed we haven't. As an Alpha King’s daughter, I knew everyone in our pack and his face did not ring a bell.
Sure he was unfamiliar but he was very handsome — broad-shouldered, with sharp green eyes and a smirk that'll make maidens blush for days.
“Oh my apologies. I'm Jake,” he introduced himself. “Son of Alpha Roman from the BloodMoon pack.”
I stiffened. MoonBeam? That was a rival pack. Killian had always warned me to stay away from MoonBeamers.
I cleared my throat and shook his just-extended hand. “N - nice to meet you.”
It was a lie.
He notice my uneasiness and spoke. “Do you want to go somewhere private? The party's loud isn't it?”
I took a step back, already terrified. “No. Thanks. I was just leaving.”
Beofe I could turn around, his hand shot out and he grabbed me in a possessive and tight grip.
“What's the matter, princess?” He smirked, pulling me against him, “Leaving so soon?”
“Let go of me!” I screamed.
His smirk widened. “Oh, come on. You don't want to spend time with me? I'm the richest Alpha around here.”
“Thank but I'll pass.” I hissed.
“Aww.” He pouted his lips, his grip tighter than before. “You're upset. Who made you upset? Is it Killian? Hmm… I heard you're fated to be mates. You're concerned, aren't you?”
“It's none of your business!”
“Oh but it is now. You see, I've set my eyes on you and I want you, Faye. God, even your name sounds perfect on my tongue. Spend time with me.”
“No! Let go of me!”
“I'll never do that.”
He pressed my body against his, his other hand snaking around my waist.
My stomach twisted in terror when I realized what was about to happen.
We were away from public eye. The goddamn music was too loud and the crowd was distracted! No one was watching! I was so screwed.
I tried to scream, but Jake's hand covered my mouth.
“Someone's being a bad girl. Don't scream just yet.” He chuckled.
“No —”
I had barely completed my sentence before he shoved me to the ground, pinning both my hands above my head.
“Hmmm… you smell so good.” He said, burying his face in my neck.
“Help!!” I let out one last scream.
“Shut up!” Jake growled, raising his hand to hit me.
I shut my eyes, waiting for the impact to reach my face but it didn't.
Jake was ripped away from me. His body was sent flying across the garden.
His attacker and my defender turned out to be no other person than Killian.
I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that it was him but it quickly vanished when I caught the glint in his eyes – bloodlust.
“Killian!”
He was on Jake in seconds, moving too fast for me to see. One moment, Jake was scrambling to get away me the next –
CRACK!
RIP!
Blood splattered on the ground, straining the floors and the grasses.
A scream tore from my throat but it was quickly drowned out by the party's loud music.
“Stop! Killian, stop!” I sobbed, trying to get Killian to stop hitting Jake but he was gone.
His mind had been consumed by something primal,
Something lethal.
He wasn't fighting anymore.
He was killing.
And by the time he was done, Jake was dead.
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
Zane’s POVThe explosion reverberated through the area, sending shockwaves of chaos in every direction. People were fleeing, their screams piercing the air, yet amidst the turmoil, Feya remained rooted in place, her words cutting into me like sharp blades.I had not anticipated the ferocity of her anger, the way she twisted my own words against me. I was acutely aware of her disdain for me; that was never in question. However, in that moment, her feelings transcended mere hatred. It was a profound repudiation of everything I had ever attempted to achieve.I had inquired about Killian, but now, despite my urge to shake her and demand his whereabouts, I had to confront a harsh truth. A shift had occurred. Trust had evaporated; I could rely on no one here, not even Feya.Then, as swiftly as the confrontation had begun, she crumpled to the ground. The needle embedded in her neck had accomplished its purpose, extinguishing the fury that had ignited between us in an instant.I bent down to
Killian povThe weight of Feya in my arms felt like an insurmountable burden, heavier than anything I had ever lifted. Yet, there was no alternative; she was my entire world, and I would do everything in my power to protect her. My heart raced violently within my chest, and each step I took toward the pack clinic seemed to stretch into infinity. Outside, chaos reigned—explosions echoed in the distance, and the ground trembled with the force of each detonation. But none of that registered in my mind. My sole focus was on Feya, consumed by the urgent need to ensure her survival.“Stay with me, Feya,” I whispered, my voice thick with urgency. “Please.”I pushed through the clinic doors, my eyes darting around the room in a frantic search. The faint scent of antiseptic mixed with the metallic tang of blood hung in the air, and an unsettling stillness enveloped the space, sending a shiver down my spine. The usual buzz of medical activity was absent, replaced by an oppressive silence that m
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