Hunter’s POV“Disgusted?” Ryder asked, clenching his hands till his knuckles went white, he gritted his teeth, his lips in a thin line.I guess, I was not the only one who felt betrayed by her behavior. I mean, Of course I was not the only one, we three were all mated to her, we all felt the same pain.Liya's harsh words hit us like a physical blow. My throat tightened, the air suddenly thick and suffocating.Disgust? We disgusted her? The weight of her words settled like a heavy weight in my gut. Of all the things you said to us and the way she acted, this one hurt the most."Liya," I managed, my voice hoarse. "You can't mean that."Gunter punched the wall beside him continuously till it busted his knuckles.His hands were clenched as the blood dropped from his fists. A giant hole replaced the wall that was there before.We were angry and jealous because of how James was behaving. He hovered around her like he was her mate and we were the intruders.The only thing stopping me from co
Hunter’s POVLiya had to come with us. After searching for her so long, there was no way we could let her go again. She needed to return to where she was supposed to be. And more importantly, we needed her.There must be a reason why she hated us so much, some people have done worse to their mates and they were still forgiven, because of the mate bond.But Liya, she was trying so hard to fight it, which meant the hatred she had for us was almost as strong as the bond, which is practically impossible, so we needed to get her back to know what was really going on with her.As the drama went on, I was brainstorming ways we could get Liya to come with us. It would be a little hard, because we had just a few people with us, and Liya clearly brought her best warriors with her to fight this pack.It seemed like it was just yesterday that she left, how was she able to become an Alpha of a certain pack in this short time?How is it possible that she gathered all these warriors and they allowed
Ryder’s POVI clenched my jaw tight as I watched Liya leave. She exuded an aura of confidence, as she strutted away with her chin held high, with a couple of wolves trailing behind her.She was their leader, and I found it ironic.The Liya I knew was frail and helpless, and we had used that to our advantage, bullying her and all that. It was clear that Liya was gone, replaced by this version we saw today.In her place stood a fierce leader, radiating an authority that commanded respect. It was both arousing and unsettling.Sure, Liya looked damn good all fired up, but her coldness towards us cut deep. The way she slammed us with those disgusted looks and all the direct and indirect insults… man, it stung.Frustration gnawed at me. Maybe we'd messed up, okay, we royally messed up, but that didn't erase the love we felt for her. Hell, it probably amplified it. The thought of losing her forever was a bitter pill to swallow, and something I did not want to think of.We were alphas, damn i
LiyaSunrise came with a sour dose of memories, the type that caused me to swallow hard every minute.I was returning to the place I had been running from in the first place, trying to protect the same person that had made me leave.I wondered how she was doing, we hadn’t communicated in months, but I suppose she had her way of taking care of herself. She had always been a survival, and even though I thought she was weak some times, now I understand better.“Good morning Liya,” James smiled at me, as he took a seat beside me at the breakfast table.Yesterday, when I had agreed to return with my mates, James insisted on coming with me, and I may have accepted for two reasons.A justified one, which meant I needed James by my side as my friend and someone I really trusted.And also a petty one, his presence obviously pissed the triplets, and I would give anything for it to stay that way. If they wanted to play that game, they picked the wrong opponent.“Are you alright, Liya?” James que
Liya’s POVWe were standing so close to each other, but it felt like a giant hole separated us, wider than the distance between our packs.I looked at them, my heart a tangled mess of longing and resentment.Despite the tension, I ached for them, a central need gnawing at me. They were mine, my mates. I loved and missed them, but I still hated them.‘I hate my mates,’ I echoed in my head. For some reason, it gave me a twisted satisfaction, because I meant it.They had bullied me physically, and I was currently doing the emotional ‘bullying,’ and there was not much they could do about it.‘But we are also affected’ My wolf whined, but I ignored her.My wolf whined within me at the same time I felt the mate pull. It was so strong it almost knocked me over.I better not be going in heat. What the fuck was that?I was uncomfortable and I knew it was obvious. They could probably tell that I missed their touch and I wanted them. We were mates after all.I missed their touch, and craved thei
Liya’s POVHunter sighed, and looked at me, "Alright, Liya. What exactly do you want?""Simple," I said, my voice firm. "We want to be independent. We don't need you telling us what to do or how to live."Gunter scoffed. "Independent? You can't just waltz in here and demand independence for a rogue pack. It doesn't work that way!""Why not?" I challenged. "We have a strong alpha, a growing pack, and we're capable of taking care of ourselves.""But for how long?" Hunter countered. "Sooner or later, you'll attract unwanted attention. Other packs will see you as a threat, a loose cannon, and they'll come for you."“Then, let them come. Let them fucking come!” I seethed, angry at how low they thought about my pack.“Liya-” Gunter started but I was not done. “Let me remind you that you made the majority of them who they are now. You destroyed my father’s pack, leaving the ones that survived to become rogues. No one wanted them in their packs, why? Because of you, because of this very pack
Liya’s POVI stormed back towards the clearing where I left my pack members waiting. Frustration simmered in my veins, hot and angry. The negotiations, if you could even call them that, had gone about as well as a snowball in hell."Well?" Anya asked, her voice laced with concern as I approached. The others all turned to look at me, their faces etched with worry."Negotiations are over," I announced, my voice firm but laced with disappointment. "They're not willing to accept our independence."A collective groan went up from them. They knew, just as I did, that being a rogue pack wouldn't be easy. But they were also fiercely loyal, and the thought of bowing down to the A pack was unbearable."What happened?" James asked, his brow furrowed. He knelt down in front of me, his blue eyes searching mine.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. There was no point in unleashing my fury on them."Basically, they want us to become part of their pack, give up our independence," I expl
Gunter’s POVThe moment I saw James lean in towards Liya, my wolf growled a warning. The audacity of the rogue! He was clearly trying to rile us up, to assert some kind of dominance over our mate.I scoffed with this believe. That little act was merely an intended provocation, an attempt to make us jealous. But before I could intervene, Ryder and Hunter were already there, their own possessive instincts flaring.My brothers obviously reacted with aggression. I wanted to join them, to teach James a lesson for disrespecting us and our claim on Liya.But something held me back. A flicker of understanding, a sense of strategy that often kept me grounded when my brothers were consumed by their emotions.This wasn't the time for a brawl. Liya was already on edge, and a fight would only push her further away.Before I could do something to try to de-escalate the situation, Hunter had already snatched Liya and Ryder shoved James aside. I smiled a little as Ryder stopped himself from injuring
Liya’s Pov.Ever since Gunter saw me with Hunter and Ryder, he has been acting weird around me. Although, we had talked, I could tell he was still walking on egg shells around me.How could he even think I wanted just the two of them and not him? It was both funny and absurd at the same time.I decided to look for him, so I could speak to him and clear his doubts.Where could he be? My eyes scanned the room to see if I would be able to catch a glimpse of him, but everywhere I turned to was filled up with strange faces.I kept walking, trying by best to avoid contact with anyone. I walked until I stumbled Into a room, immediately closing the door and banging my head on it showing just how frustrated I was.It did not take long before I started hearing moans. It seemed l has barged into a room with people having sex."Sorry," I said trying my best to tender an apology and then trying to open the door. My eyes had merely scratched a bit of the view of the couple who were on the bed, and
Gunter’s POVLiya's smile, though small and heartbreaking, was the last flicker of light before she succumbed to the very darkness she had eradicated.The glow of her fur was dimmed, and it slowly disappeared as she allowed it to swallow her whole. Panic clawed at my throat.This couldn't be it. Not after everything we'd been through. “No. No. You can’t fucking leave us Liya! Not now, not ever!” I growled, holding her limp wolf form in my arms.My wolf felt disoriented, it was as good as death. Why was fate so cruel? Why would it take her from us again? Especially now, when everything was fine.It was depressing that my mate had to sacrifice herself, so others would live. My wolf howled within me, a loud and sad sound that reverberated the grief I felt within.We were a mess. Rage and despair twisted our features, a sight that chilled the onlookers to the bone.We snarled like cornered animals, ready to rip apart anything that dared approach Liya's still form.We'd fought tooth and na
Liya.Jafar's grin was a chilling sight, a cruel reflection of the devastation he'd unleashed.The cages groaned open, spilling forth a tide of snarling, monstrous figures. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, fear a cold weight in my gut.The monsters were too much. I paled as I recalled the ones outside, currently killing more people. If these ones were to get out, it would be a disaster. It all had to end, here and now.We formed a tight circle, backs pressed together, silver weapons gleaming in our hands.I was in between Gunter and Ryder, who was beside Hunter. “We need to kill him first.” I muttered under my breath.Jafar watched us, his amusement evident. "Pathetic," he drawled, his voice dripping with venom. "Preparing to fight against your own kind. This is what happens when you mess with a vampire's vengeance."I mentally rolled my eyes. Like the vengeance wasn’t unfairly directed towards us.“The only way to kill a vampire is to stab his heart with a wooden s
Jafar.The world spun as the weight of his words crashed down on me. Executed? My beautiful Charlotte, gone? The air in the cage seemed to thin, making it difficult to breathe.I roared continuously; a sound laced with a primal grief that echoed through the damp stone walls.They snarled at the cage, fangs bared and claws extended. Laughter, cruel and mocking, filled the air. My vision blurred with a mix of rage and tears, a dangerous mix that simmered within me.Days bled into weeks, then months. The damp, dark dungeon became my new reality. They threw scraps of food at me, barely enough to keep me alive. But that wasn't their worst torture.One day, a lean werewolf with a nervous glint in his eyes entered my cage. He was the pack "doctor," tasked with experimenting on me. He shoved vials filled with strange, glowing liquids of different colors into my mouth.The concoctions were vile, some burning my throat like molten fire, others leaving me with a metallic tang that lingered for d
Liya.The air around me was heavy with tension as I approached the triplet’s tents. I could hear them bickering and it gave me intense joy. It was fun to watch them argue like children, especially when it came to matters concerning me.Ever since I was attacked by the vampire, they’ve been acting like my parents, always hovering around me and dictating what I should and shouldn’t do. However, unlike before, this time they were more open to what I wanted and what I didn’t want.I stood by the entrance of their room and was about to enter when I saw Gunter leave the room angrily.The argument must have been pretty serious for him to leave like that, he didn’t even spare a single glance at me.The room suddenly went silent as I strode into the tent, everyone staring at me like I had grown a second head.“Liya, what are you doing here?” Hunter asked, his eyes piqued with curiosity.“Nothing, Uhm.. you see… well, I came to pay you guys a visit.” I stuttered.“A visit?” Ryder repeated, furr
Jafar’s POV“We met under the full moon. She had just transformed, and I was hunting for dinner.” I started, my heart constricting with the grief that had aged in a matter of a few months, more than I have in the thousands of years I had lived.The irony of it all still stings. Hunger had led me to her clearing, an unexpected encounter that would rewrite my entire existence. But fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor.She was breathtaking under the moon's glow, her fur shimmering silver, eyes glowing with a primal energy that both terrified and enthralled me.Our fight was brief, more of a ruffle, and intentional physical contact than a true battle. When I finally pinned her down, expecting the usual snarls and threats, I was met with wide, curious eyes and a hesitant question."Why are you hunting in our land?" she'd asked, her voice a melody that resonated deep within me.I should have fled then, vanished into the night before the truth could complicate things. But something hel
Liya’s POVOver the next few days, the triplets were very reluctant to leave me. They’d come up with one excuse or the other each time I wanted them to leave.Some of them made sense, while other were just so ridiculously bizarre, they’d leave me speechless. One time, I wanted to soak in a bath, but they said they’d stay with me, in case I drowned.“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you stay with me while I soak in a bath.” I had told them, with a slight scowl on my face.“Good thing we are not in hell then.” Hunter had retorted. I looked between them, wondering what they were up to.If I was to soak in a bath, I’d be fucking naked. I was not ready for that kind of sexual tension. It’s bad enough as it is – when we work together in their study. Alone.The days were somewhat peaceful, but we all knew that there was danger lurking. Those few days were just the calm before the storm.And sure enough, the storm came. Raging and unapologetic.One of the guards in charge of the border patr
Liya’s POVThe forest floor felt welcoming beneath my throbbing back, the cool night air a balm on my sweat-slicked skin. But the triplets wouldn't hear of it.Apparently, a near-death experience with a vengeful vampire wasn't enough to convince them I was perfectly fine.Note the extreme sarcasm.I knew I was a bit weak, but I was fine. It was nothing serious.I had to remind them I had been doing fine on my own before our paths crossed again, but I knew that would start a war I wasn’t ready for. So I just let them do what they want and played along with it."Hospital," Ryder declared, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now.""Guys, seriously," I groaned, pushing myself up to a sitting position. "I'm fine. Just a few scratches and a bruised ego, courtesy of Mr. Fangs-a-lot."Gunter knelt beside me; his brow furrowed in concern. "Scratches? Liya, you were wrestling a vampire! You could be internally bleeding, and we don’t know what he could have done to you!"“We also need to ma
Liya’s POVI could feel the sting of his fangs, they were about to enter my skin, but then, a jolt of energy surged through my body. The bright light that represented the moon wolf power surged through me.This time, it was hot and fast, you could say like lightening, but slightly slower.My guess is that it felt that way because it was repelling or neutralizing whatever little poison that had entered by body through that little pinch of Jafar’s fangs.He recoiled with a hiss, his hand flying away from my throat as if burned.Confusion battled with the pain throbbing in my chest. I clawed my way to my hands and knees, gasping for breath. My lungs burned, and a metallic tang filled my mouth."What… what was that?" Jafar snarled, his voice laced with a newfound tremor. "Why are you not turning?"Slowly, painfully, I pushed myself to my feet. My body ached like I'd been hit by a truck, but I was still standing. Still breathing. Still me.Ha-ha! His little magic didn’t work this time.I m