AVA'S POV
“Mate?” Zach repeated, confusion written all over his face as he stared at me. That single word, the only thing he had said all night, left me even more confused.
How could I be mated to Zach Storm? The only son of the renowned beta of this pack, and me—a nobody. At that moment, I didn’t know whether to feel excited at the thought of being mated to the most popular guy in school or terrified by the look Vanessa was giving me. It was as if I had committed a crime.
“There’s no way!” Tracy shouted, looking horrified. “That’s disgusting, Zach. How can you be mated to her?”
Zach said nothing, just kept his eyes fixed on me as he slowly rose to his feet and began walking in my direction. Fear took over me instantly. What was he going to do? Surely, he wouldn’t break the bond—finding a mate was rare, and everyone wanted one—but still, what was he planning?
“Zach, this is ridiculous. She’s disgusting!” Vanessa intervened, jumping to her feet and hurrying toward him, trying to get his attention. “There’s no way you are seriously okay with being mated to her.”
“Just shut up, Vanessa. You never know when to be quiet, do you?” Zach snapped, stunning everyone. Vanessa took a step back, shocked by his glare.
“What?” she said, baffled, before scoffing and crossing her arms over her chest. “Did you just tell me to be quiet? For that thing?” But he ignored her, keeping his eyes locked on me. I lowered my gaze, unable to withstand the seriousness of his stare.
What kind of twisted game was the Moon Goddess playing with me, and why choose today, of all days, for this?
“Raise your head,” I heard Zach say, his voice soft yet firm with command. I swallowed hard and lifted my head to meet his eyes.
My heart skipped a beat, having him so close. I had only ever watched him from a distance, so being near him now brought strange, indescribable feelings. “The more I look at you…” he trailed off, and I felt my heartbeat quicken in nervousness. “The more I think the Moon Goddess must be crazy.”
What? His words sank in, confusion filling my mind. “Making you my mate? What was she thinking?” Zach continued, and in that moment, I felt my heart clench painfully, tears stinging my eyes.
I glanced back at Vanessa and her friends, all barely holding back laughter, their faces smug. Zach looked at me with disgust before turning away. “Imagine the Moon Goddess telling me *that* is my mate and expecting me to just accept it. What the hell?” he muttered, bewildered. I wished the ground would swallow me up right then.
He turned back, his gaze mocking. “What is this thing I am supposed to be mated to? Her wolf smells just as pathetic as she is,” he sneered. But he didn’t stop there. He pulled out a wad of cash, tossing it directly in my face. “Come on now, stripper. Get naked and dance for us—I just paid you more than you are worth.”
Tears slid down my cheeks, but they were nothing compared to the pain tearing through me. If this was a heartbreak, it was unbearable. I never wanted to feel anything like this again.
“Come on, Ava, you heard him,” Vanessa said, walking towards me with a smirk. She tried to yank my coat off to expose what I wore underneath, but I struggled against her. She immediately got angry, and slapped me hard, making me stumble to the ground. I held my stinging cheek, consumed by both sadness and humiliation.
The tears kept flowing. The hierarchy in the pack left me powerless, giving people like them the freedom to treat me however they wanted.
“Look at me,” Zach commanded. I didn’t want to, but his voice grew colder and more intimidating. “*Look at me!*”
With shaky hands, I slowly looked up at him. Zach bent down to my level, his gaze locked onto mine. Then suddenly, he grabbed me by the hair, pulling so hard that I winced in pain. His voice was filled with hatred as he spat, “You don’t even measure up to a bug in my world, so you thinking you can be my mate is beyond ridiculous.”
Then came the final blow: “I, Zach Storm, reject you as my mate.”
My heart shattered instantly as he said those words. A sharp, piercing pain tore through my chest, so intense I could barely breathe. That was it—I was done. Without caring about anyone or anything, I rose shakily to my feet and stumbled out of the room, the laughter of my tormentors ringing in my ears.
I left the club and broke down, crying so hard it felt like my eyes might burst from the tears. “What is this pain?” I whispered, struggling to understand the crushing ache in my chest. Was this what breaking a mate bond felt like? It was unbearable, like I was going to die.
Going home wasn’t an option that night. Instead, I found a nearby alley and curled up there, letting the night pass with nothing but tears.
When morning finally came, I forced myself to go home. But as soon as I walked through the door, a slap across my face greeted me. I met my stepmother’s furious gaze with a glare of my own, anger stirring beneath the hurt. My attitude only seemed to fuel her rage.
“Look at me like that again, and I’ll rip those eyes out,” she threatened. My fists clenched at my sides, the urge to hit her flaring up, but I held myself back.
She sneered as she said, “Do you know how much those people paid to have you perform privately? And you ruined it. Do you think I would be able to get that kind of money if I decided to wake up one day and just sell you?”
She took a deep breath, her gaze hardening as she said, “I don’t have time for you today. Go clean up, and by tonight, you will be going to her house to finish what you couldn’t yesterday.”
“But I don’t want to…” I began, my voice shaking.
“You don’t have a choice!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the house. “I am this close to putting you on the streets where you belong, so you better straighten up.” Her eyes ran up and down me, full of hatred. “Now get out of my sight.” I said nothing, just glared at her before walking past.
Up in my room, I decided I was done with tears. Exhausted from staying out all night, I soon drifted off to sleep. But the peace didn’t last long—my stepmother's knock on the door woke me, reminding me it was time to go back to that life she forced on me.
I couldn’t do this anymore. I needed to find a way to escape, at least long enough to gather some money and make a plan. The thought of facing Vanessa again, and this time in her home, filled me with dread. What could she possibly have in store for me?
The taxi finally pulled up to the address I was given. I stepped out cautiously, my heart racing with fear. I had never been to this part of the city before, where only the rich and influential of the pack lived—naturally, Vanessa’s territory.
I reached the massive mansion, knocking gently on the door. Seconds later, it swung open, revealing Vanessa’s smiling face. “Oh my, I didn’t think you would actually come. Please, come in,” she said sweetly.
I swallowed hard, clenching my fists as I entered. I knew she was the Alpha’s daughter, and provoking her could ruin my future, but I couldn’t help shooting her a glare.
As I stared at the mansion’s grand interior, I couldn’t hide my amazement; everything looked pristine and extravagant. Vanessa smiled at me, her eyes glinting with malice. “Today, we are going to have even more fun than yesterday. Are you excited? Because I am,” she said, laughing as she led the way. I followed, knowing her idea of fun meant more torment for me.
The music grew louder as we walked deeper into the house. Neon lights hit my face as we stepped into the backyard, where a massive pool party was in full swing. Nearly everyone from our class was there. My eyes scanned the crowd, landing on Zach, who was seated with a girl perched on his lap. They were deep in a kiss, and for a moment, I felt nothing but pure heartbreak and maybe disgust. I quickly looked away.
What the heck was she planning? I wondered, watching Vanessa head over to the DJ, whisper something in his ear. The music stopped abruptly. Vanessa took the mic and began, "Thank you all for coming to my birthday party tonight..."
Wait. Birthday party? Tonight was also Vanessa's birthday?
"And I want you all to meet Ava. I am sure you all know her—our very own stripper," Vanessa continued, her voice one of pure amusement. "And as my birthday gift, she's agreed to give us all a private show tonight. So, is everyone excited? Because I know I am."
Cheers erupted, and the crowd began chanting, "Strip, strip, strip!" I shot a glare at Vanessa, who smirked back at me, clearly proud of herself.
There was no way I was going to get naked in front of all these people. Absolutely not. "Come on, Ava, give us some entertainment! If you want, we can pay you," Vanessa said, her comment making the crowd laugh. Anger ran through me as I clenched my fists. There was no way I would let myself be humiliated like this.
Phones were already out, cameras pointed at me, recording as if they were all waiting for me to give in. Vanessa strode toward me, mic in hand. "What are you waiting for? I paid you for this. Get to work," she said, her voice cold.
"I'm not doing this," I replied, shaking my head. "You can't make me."
"Oh yes, I can!" She snapped her fingers, signaling to someone behind me. Before I could react, two large men grabbed me, holding me firmly as I struggled against their grip. Vanessa walked closer, an evil glint in her eyes, reaching as if to tear my clothes away.
At that moment, something snapped inside me. Enough was enough. I kicked Vanessa, hard, sending her tumbling backward into the pool. I stomped on one of the men’s feet, making him release my left arm, and swung at the other, landing a punch to his face. He let go too, stumbling back in surprise.
I felt intense pain in my fist, but I couldn’t worry about that now. I needed to get out of there, fast. "Get her!" Vanessa's voice screamed from the pool, but I took off, not daring to look back.
There would be consequences, but I would rather face them later than strip for an audience of phones and gawking eyes. I sprinted through the mansion, yanking open the door and darting outside, glancing over my shoulder to see the guards on my heels. I turned back around just as—
Thud. I collided with something solid, falling to the ground with a groan. "Ouch..." I muttered, rubbing my temples. When I looked up, I froze. Three pairs of eyes stared down at me, their expressions cold and unreadable, as though they were studying me.
My heart stopped. I didn’t know why, but there was something about them. My wolf stirred inside me, that familiar, indescribable feeling taking over me.
"All three of them," my wolf spoke suddenly.
All three of them what? I asked, confused.
"All three of them are our mates.”
AVA'S POVI had heard of second chance mates. The odds of an alpha falling in love with an omega and marrying her were way higher than the chances of finding a second chance mate. In fact, the chances of the moon goddess herself getting married to a wolf were still better than ever finding a second chance mate.It was a miracle, something that only happened maybe once in a thousand years—well, for our pack, at least. And yet, somehow, I had a second chance mate. Not just one. Three.I sat there on the floor, staring up at them, wondering what god had woken up one day and decided to spend thousands of years crafting the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen. They all stood around 6'4". The one on the left had the most stunning green eyes, with rich brown hair styled just enough to make me want to run my fingers through it. His chiseled face looked like something out of a painting, each feature perfectly set.The one on the right... I wanted to say he was the typical handsome blond
Ava’s Pov“Can you get in the car?” Zayne asked, his piercing silver eyes locking onto mine. Just looking at him made my wolf stir. Something about him felt different from his brothers—was this the mate bond everyone talked about? I wasn’t sure, especially after last night. I hadn’t had time to figure anything out before I was being chased by whoever Vanessa, their insane sister, had sent after me. “It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. Please, get in,” Steve said softly, his gentle eyes meeting mine as he took my hand. The moment his hand touched mine, a strange sense of calm came over me. It felt like I could tell him my darkest secrets, and he wouldn’t judge me for any of them. His hand was soft yet firm, grounding me in a way I didn’t expect. My wolf stirred again, even stronger this time, just from the brief contact. I didn’t want him to let go. For some reason, I felt like I could trust him—unlike his brother, Zayne, whose stern and unapproachable look made me uneasy.
Ava's Pov My hands brushed over my lips as my mind kept replaying what had happened in the car. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard I tried. I paced back and forth in the massive room I had been given, trying to calm myself down. The memory of Iris leaning in, the way my stupid self had actually closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss, haunted me. “I’m so stupid!” I groaned, throwing myself onto the bed and letting out a deep sigh. How had I ended up in such a ridiculous situation? The brothers had assumed I was exhausted—and honestly, I was—so they had shown me to this room and told me we’d have a proper conversation in the morning. Now, I've been left alone for hours. At first, the TV had been enough to distract me, with different interesting shows playing. But eventually, boredom crept in, and my thoughts drifted back to Iris. The way he had touched my face, the way he had almost kissed me. It was all I could think about. But none of that mattered. I nee
Ava's POV. My breath hitched at his question. Did he truly want an answer to that? Should I tell him that I wanted him to let go of everything holding him back? “Ava…” He whispered, igniting a slow burn deep inside me. “Should I let go?” He repeated, and before I could say anything in response, something warm flicked against my neck My body stiffened as realization hit me. It was his tongue on my skin. A strange heat that I had never felt before rose within me as he traced a slow path from my nape to my collar. He pulled his lips away moments before pressing them against my collar. He began sucking gently on my collar. I had to bite on my lips to stop a moan that threatened to escape. “You're so beautiful,” He whispered. His voice was filled with desire as he slowly pulled the strap of my dress down and kissed my bare shoulder. The slow nibbles became rougher and sent shivers down my spine. My heart began pounding loudly that I was sure he could hear it. I was losing myself
Ava's POV. Were the triplets just pretending to be nice so they could crush me right after? Were they just deceiving me? I glanced at Iris again and wondered if I had misinterpreted the smirk I caught on his lips or if I was overthinking things. “Iris! I’m talking to you!” Vanessa yelled again and snapped me out of my thoughts. “Just shut up and get off my phone!” He retorted coldly. “Iris, I know you aren't stupid enough to be with a common stripper—”“I don't see anything wrong with being a stripper. It's a job and doesn't make someone less of a person. Stop your backward thinking!” He defended me. “You don't know what you are talking about!” She snapped. “Disconnect call,” Iris said, ending the call. I suddenly became confused. He smirked at her words but still defended me. “Don't take what she said to heart,” He whispered, facing me. “I'm used to it already,” I stuttered, looking away from him. “Don't worry, she won't bother you at all,” He muttered, his voice confident
Ava's POV. I didn't know how I did it, but I summoned the strength and struggled to my feet. Without wasting a second, I resumed running, and this time at a faster pace. I couldn't risk getting caught. I refused to die like this. I might be a poor and ridiculed stripper, but I still had dreams.Although those dreams seemed impossible, I still wanted to fulfill them. “Someone help!” I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks. As I turned a corner, I realized that I had reached a dead end. There was nowhere else to run. I stopped for a moment and glanced around. I felt this sudden relief when I saw a door. I just prayed it was open; if not, I was good as dead. As I rushed towards the door and was about to grab the doorknob, it suddenly flung open. I gasped and almost fell back, but a pair of firm hands grabbed my waist. A forest-like scent, particularly sandalwood, wafted through my nostrils. It felt so calming and soothing to my soul. “Ava,” I heard a deep but soft voice that mad
Ava’s POV. “Ava, wait!!”Their voices chased after me, filled with urgency and confusion. But I did not stop. My heart was slamming against my ribs as I ran down the stairs. My legs were shaking, but I was determined to put as much distance between us as possible. I could not face them. I could not be their mate. That is not possible, especially when Vanessa's stare is lurking behind. Everything about their behavior felt like a mistake, like a cruel joke, as if the universe was playing a trick on me. People like them were not supposed to be connected to people like me. They were strong, important, and came from a world I didn’t belong to. Meanwhile, I was barely surviving, treated like trash by everyone around me. The moment I reached my classroom, I rushed to my seat, forcing myself to take a slow breath. My hands were still trembling as I placed them on my cheek. My finger was cold despite the warmth in the room. I glanced around, my chest tightening when I noticed Vanessa's s
Ava’s POV I felt a sharp pain stabbed through my head the moment my eyes floated open. A groan slipped from my lips, my vision swimming in the haze of darkness, shifting between shadows. My body felt heavier than usual, and I fell asleep, extremely weak like I had been drained of all my energy. For a moment, everything was a blur. My mind struggled to process what happened. And then it hit me hard. The moment I was grabbed, the sound of footsteps, and then after that, I saw nothing. It was blank. A chill ran down my spine as I tried to move, only to feel resistance. My wrists were bound tightly behind me, the rough rope cutting into my skin. I twisted my hand, whizzing at the friction bound against my flesh. My heart quickened against my ribs, my breath coming out in short gaps. The room felt cold. I shifted slightly, feeling the hard, gritty floor under me, dirty and stone-scrambled against my leg. And the uncomfortable pleasure of the floor told me I had been here for a while.
Ava’s POVThe triplets had given me more than enough money, and I felt a strange mix of gratitude and guilt as I carried the cash in my bag on the walk home.When I finally made it back to the house, my nerves were on edge. I could hear my stepmother moving around in the living room. Taking a deep breath, I walked in, my heart pounding as soon as I crossed the threshold.She was sitting on the couch, her back straight as she scrolled through her phone, but when she heard the door close, her eyes immediately snapped to me. There was no soft greeting, no warm words. Just the cold gaze of a woman who expected everything to go her way.“You’re back,” she said flatly, her tone laced with suspicion. “Where’s
Steve’s POVI couldn’t sit still. The moment those words left her mouth, I felt my heart drop.“I’m in deep shit.”She said it so quietly, but the weight of it pulled the air right out of my body. I stared at her, still watching her fingers wrapped around the teacup, the steam rising and curling in front of her pale face.I shifted from where I was sitting on the floor and pushed myself up. My knees cracked a little as I stood, but I didn’t care. I walked closer and slowly knelt in front of her, lifting my hands and cupping her cold face between my palms. Her skin was softer than usual, but it was cold, and her cheeks still felt damp from the rain.
Iris’s POVThe sound of the knife hitting the cutting board filled the kitchen, steady and slow. I wasn’t in a rush. Cooking had always been one of the few things that calmed my mind, and tonight wasn’t any different. The sky outside had already darkened, rain had started falling not too long ago, and the cold breeze slipping through the window kept brushing against my skin.I could hear the soft sounds of gunfire and explosions coming from the sitting room. Zayne was buried deep in another one of his video games. His laughter would echo every now and then, followed by the sound of him trash-talking the other players.In the corner of the room, Steve sat with his head bent over a pile of books, his pen mo
Ava’s POVTwo days had passed, but the weight on my chest only seemed to grow heavier. School hadn’t been any easier either. I spent the day dragging myself from one class to another, pretending to listen, pretending to laugh, pretending to be fine, but I know I wasn’t a little bit fine.I have found a way to escape from Vanessa's torment, but I can’t do that forever. I have to find a way to escape her finally. But how?I have stood up for myself the other day, but that can’t continue forever.I brushed the thought away, trying to ease myself before I’d get home. Knowing fully my stepmom is going to be sitting inside the sitting room waiting for the money I promised he
Ava’s POVI let out a long quiet breath the moment Vanessa was gone. My fingers were still slightly stiff from how tightly I’d held her wrist, and my chest ached from holding my breath too long.Even though Venessa walked away, I knew it wouldn’t be the end. I knew her well enough to know she’d come back harder. Vanessa wasn’t the type to lose and stay quiet. She’d wait for the right moment to make me pay for daring to stand up for myself.But even knowing that, I didn’t feel scared.I pulled in another deep breath, pushing my hair away from my face, and slowly turned back toward my locker. My legs felt heavy, like they wanted to give up, but I forced them to move.When I reached my seat, I sat down with a heavy breath, my eyes scanning my desk, the thought of Zach dropping another unrequited gift lump around me. I swallowed hard, my fingers hesitated on the lock for a moment before I pulled the desk open.The first thing I did was look inside. My eyes swept every corner, half-expect
Ava’s POVVenessa lifted her arms, attempt to slap me but before her hand could reach me, my hand shot up, fast, wrapping around her wrist so tight I felt her pulse jump beneath my fingers, my grip didn’t shake. I made sure of it.Her eyes dropped to where I held her, and for a second I saw the shift of surprise flickered, just barely, in her gaze before the anger came crashing back even harder.I know she hadn’t expected me to stop her…..I know, she thought I’d stand and take every of her shit, like I always did. But not again.“Let go of my hand Ava,” her lips clipped together, her eyes held mine.
Ava’s POVVanessa’s lips curled into a small, sharp snicker as she stared down at me.She didn’t say anything, She just stood before me, tapping her fingers against her folded arms, circling me like a cat deciding how long it wanted to play with its trapped prey. Every of her footstep adds to the tickling of my heart beat.I kept my head down, my fingers gripping the dirt-stained edge of my skirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. My chest rose and fell too fast, my heartbeat pounding inside my ears so loud it drowned everything else, but still, I couldn’t move. My body stayed frozen. Only my ears worked.Venessa suddenly stopped
Ava’s POVMy heart skipped a beat the second my eyes met hers.For a moment, I couldn’t move. My feet stayed glued to the floor, and all the air seemed to disappear from my lungs. Of all the things I expected to face this morning, Vanessa standing right there in front of me wasn’t one of them.My whole body tensed, and one single thought kept spinning through my head. Is this week going to be as fun as last week?Venessa stayed away all last week, and for once, I’d been able to breathe without the thought of her hanging over me.Last week was easier. I guess I let myself hope that maybe, just maybe I’d get a little more time
Writer’s POVMonday came with the usual noise of a new school week. The hallways were crowded with students.Vanessa walked into the school building, her arms folded on her chest.Her steps were slow, but her presence, as always, was impossible to ignore. Heads turned, some whispered, some stared longer than they should. She hadn’t been around lately, skipping school under the excuse of “needing to rest.” But no one dared question her too much, not when it came to Vanessa.The moment she stepped into the classroom, the student noticed her.Their faces lit up almost instantly, one by one, as if the sun