AVA'S POV“Disgusting stripper…” I heard one of the students bark as what seemed to be a rotten, large tomato splattered across my face. Laughter erupted around me, fingers pointing and mocking. Tears filled my eyes almost instantly; every step I took toward this humiliation felt more painful than the last.The abuse didn’t stop there. More strange objects hit me as I stood frozen in place, the sound of their laughter echoing in the room. My suffering was clearly entertainment for them. I felt filthy—not just from the disgusting object they had thrown, but deep inside, I felt filthy too.“Why are you suddenly crying? Isn’t this your job? Shouldn’t you be proud of it?” Vanessa sneered in my ear, forcing me to walk down the hallway while holding up a sign that read: The Packs’ Renowned Stripper Ava.I bit down on my lower lip, struggling to hold back more tears. It was harder than I had thought. I couldn’t stand up to Vanessa; I knew that would only bring me trouble, especially since sh
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 hi
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
Zayne’s POV“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my brother?” Sarah looked up at me, wide-eyed, her face pale. She stumbled over her words, trying to pull herself together. “I…..I was just helping him. He said he felt strange. He wanted to go to the toilet, so… I was just helping him…..”I could see right through her lie. She was nervous, her hands trembling as she spoke, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of showing how pissed I was. My eyes narrowed, my jaw tightening. “Stay right here,” I ordered, my tone low and threatening. I wasn’t going to let her off that easily.But before I could say anything more, Sarah stepped back, almost as if she was ready to make a run for it. My instincts kicked in. “Where do you think you’re going?” I reached out and grabbed her arm before she could move any further.“Let go of me, Zayne!” she hissed, struggling against my grip, her eyes darting nervously toward the door.That’s when Irish suddenly walked into the bathroom, his expressi
Writer’s POV The next morning, Sarah couldn’t shake the smile off her face. It felt so light, so freeing, like she could float away any second. She stood in front of the mirror, running a brush through her hair, her hands moving on their own. She looked… happy.But just as she was about to set the brush down, her mum appeared at the doorway, her arms folded and brow slightly raised, as if she could read every single thought sitting on Sarah’s face.“You look like you’ve got something on your mind, Sarah,” her mum said, her voice warm but curious, a soft chuckle laced into her words.Sarah froze for a moment. Was it really that obvious?“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, flashing a smile that was probably too wide and too bright to be convincing. “Just, you know… excited for school. That’s all.”Her mum tilted her head slightly, clearly not buying it, but she didn’t press any further. She nodded once and stepped away, leaving Sarah alone with her racing thoughts. The moment her mum’s f
Writer’s POVVanessa sat on the edge of her bed, her arms crossed tightly against her chest as she stared at the wall with a blank expression. She didn’t need anyone to remind her that her brother is slipping away from her fingers. Yesterday she had tried to gain Steve's attention, but he made it clear that he was in the library with Ava and he didn’t want distraction. Vanessa had felt frustrated throughout the whole night, and she couldn’t get Ava's name out of her tongue. She had managed to wrap her brothers around her little finger. One by one, each of them had fallen for her, like it was the easiest thing in the world.It made her feel sick to the stomach.She gritted her teeth, her eyes narrowing with anger. And the worst part of it all was that her brothers didn’t even notice what they were doing.They were too busy getting lost in Ava.She can’t just sit and watch while Ava takes control over her brother. Taking away everything that belongs to her. She stood up and walked
Ava’s POVI stood there for a moment, frozen, staring at the closed door. Their words still echoed in my head, circling like sharp little knives I couldn’t pull out.We don’t employ strippers in our home.The words echoed through my spine, tears slid inner my lashes. Just when I thought I could start afresh and stand on my own. Just when I thought everything would fall into place. Everything had crumbled. With a low shaky breath, I rang the bell again, my fingers trembling, but I stayed standing tall. When the door opened, the man stepped out alone. His face was still calm.“Sir, please,” I said, my voice softer than I wanted it to be. “I swear I’m not what you think. I really need this job. I just want a chance.”He let out a slow sigh, his eyes flicking away from mine for a moment.“You seem like a good girl, I believe that much,” he said quietly. “But there are rules in this house. My wife doesn’t want any trouble.”“Please,” I said again, a little stronger this time. “I’ll work
Ava’s POVWhen I got home with Steve, the sun was already setting. I was still thinking about everything that happened in the car, still feeling the way his hands had touched me, the way his lips had claimed mine.But the moment I stepped through the door, I tried to hold back the thought Zayne and Irish were sitting inside the sitting room clearly enjoying the scene on the TV. I cleared my throat, seeking for their attention, and their eyes dropped to me, then to Steve that was standing beside me. “Finally,” Zayne uttered. “You two are back.”Irish gaze pierced on my body as if he was trying to read through me. “So?” He asked, tilting his head, a smirk already tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Did you enjoy the reading, or did something else happen?”I froze, standing stiff, my mind scrambling for something to lie on, but nothing came to my lips. I could feel their eyes digging deeper into me. “Nothing special happened, we just kissed,” Steve replied casually, and my face flu
Ava’s POVThe weekend was supposed to feel peaceful. A slow morning, soft sheets, no alarms, no rushing anywhere, but that quiet never really lasted in this house. I knew the triplets too well by now. They wouldn’t let me hide upstairs for long. So even though my body wanted to stay wrapped under the covers, my head kept telling me it was only a matter of minutes before they came barging in.I pushed the blanket off with a sigh, stretching my legs out across the bed before forcing myself to sit up. My room felt a little too cold without the blanket, but the smell of something cooking downstairs had already found its way through my nose, making my stomach grumble.Slipping into my slippers, I dragged myself to the mirror and ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix the messy strands, but gave up halfway. I wasn’t awake enough to care yet.By the time I made it downstairs, the sound of video game buttons clicking and soft curses filled my ears. I paused at the bottom step, leaning aga
Author’s POVVanessa sat alone in her room, her eyes fixed on the glowing screen of her phone. A message from a mutual friend had just popped up: “Ava’s living with your brothers now? Heard they’re treating her like a queen.”Her grip tightened around the device, knuckles turning white. A bitter taste filled her mouth as jealousy surged through her veins.“She doesn’t belong there,” Vanessa muttered to herself. “She’s manipulating them, turning them against me.”Memories of their childhood flashed before her eyes, times when she felt like their main priority, they always looked out for her. Always making sure she’s good. Now, with Ava living in her brother’s house, receiving their attention and care, Vanessa felt her world tilting off balance.—Vanessa stood in front of her mirror, roughly brushing her hair, her movements sharp and impatient. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t the polished, self-confident girl she liked to see every morning. Today, her face was tight with ang
Zayne’s POVThe days moved slower than I expected. Even though Ava had been living with us for a while now, it still felt like she was keeping herself at a distance.She spent most of her time locked away in her room, only coming out when necessary. Meals, quick greetings, or the occasional quiet answer when one of us tried to make small talk. She smiled sometimes, but her smiles never really reached her eyes.And every time I saw her like that, a little part of me ached. I hated it. I hated every part of it. That evening, the three of us were sitting in the living room. The television was on, but none of us was really watching. Steve scrolled through his phone without looking up, and I was leaning back against the couch, lost in my own heavy thoughts. The sound of footsteps came from the kitchen, and a moment later, Iris walked into the room. He wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and let out a soft breath.“Dinner’s ready,” he said, but his voice wasn’t as light as usual. His gaze
Ava’s POVThe whole driving state was silent, but I could feel Iris’s anger hanging over me, even though he hadn’t said a single word to me. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, his eyes fixed straight on the road.I knew he wanted to say something, probably a lot of things, but he didn’t. And honestly, I was glad. I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to explain anything right away. My head still felt heavy, my heart even weighed more.When he finally pulled into their driveway, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, but the cold still clung to my skin. Iris stepped out first, shutting the door with more force than needed, and I climbed out slowly, dragging my soaked bag along with me.The front door swung open before we even reached it as if Steve and Zayne had been waiting for Irish's arrival. Steve’s voice was the first one I heard.“Ava?” His eyes darted from me to the bag in my hand, and then back to me. “Why the hell do you have your bag? Why are you so drenc