Kira’s POV
The next day. Dressed in a sleek, black gown that hugged my every curve, I sauntered out of the house precisely as the clock struck six. The fabric cascaded around me, the slit on the side teasing a hint of leg with each step. As I approached the garage, I spotted two family members perched on a bench nearby. With a deliberate pause, I swept my gaze over them, ensuring they understood they were under my scrutiny. They straightened up, but I paid them little mind as I continued my elegant stride toward the garage. I looked at the car prepared for me and looked at the other one covered next to it. “Take this one off,” I commanded the men I met at the garage, gesturing toward another car. They obeyed, revealing a gleaming new Hummer Jeep in a rich shade of brown. A smile tugged at my lips as I trailed a finger along the sleek exterior. I didn’t like the car prepared for me or maybe I didn't trust that the car was safe enough to enter. “I’ll use this,” I smiled, tracing the car with my left hand. "But ma'am, we've prepared that one for you," one of the drivers protested, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. I spared him a brief glance before lifting my wrist to check the time, a subtle reminder of the hour and the importance of every second. "Give me the keys," I demanded, my tone laced with a quiet threat, "or I'll ensure you won't be using those hands to offer me anything ever again." His hand trembled as he extended the keys towards me, his face slick with sweat betraying his nerves. With a satisfied nod, I accepted the keys to the Hummer Jeep, a silent acknowledgment of my authority. Settling into the driver's seat, I prepared to embark on my journey, the purr of the engine beneath me a promise of power and control. “Ma, I can drive you wherever you wish to go, ma’am” and I nodded at the driver. He doesn’t learn, does he? I had told him earlier on to prepare a car and I’ll be going out by 6 pm, without a driver or anyone but yet he wants to drive me? I turned to look at the lady and the guy who was sitting beside the house. They were staring at first, but quickly diverted their eyes so I nodded. “Get in that car,” I ordered the driver pointing at the other car he had prepared for me earlier. “Ma, I’m driving you. Do you want to use that car now?” He asked. I studied his expression and noticed how his hands were shaking now. Ah! Can’t believe he once worked for Jones, a ruthless mafia Lord. How did he survive? “Yeah… You’ll follow behind me, now get in that car” I commanded and watched how he slowly, with a sweaty face, stepped into the car. I started the engine and reversed my hummer. As I came out of the garage, I watched the man, Anton, one of Jones's sons, staring at me. He had a small smile on his face, his arms folded across his chest as he watched me drive out of the compound while the red Range Rover followed behind. Immediately I got out of the compound, I stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed as I was already late to where I was going. Just then, I heard a loud explosion from behind me causing my eyes to dart from the road ahead of me to the mirror on my left. There I saw that the Range Rover had exploded. Not bothering to stop, a smirk appeared on my face as I made my way to my destination. I still don’t know when they plan to stop. I got out of the car when I got to a tea house and walked in taking my purse along. With my heels clicking the tiled road, I made my way into the tea house. “Hello, Mr. Can you show me the way to the restroom, please,” “Yes, madam, it’s by your left,” the security man replied, pointing in the direction. I bowed my head in appreciation before making my way straight to where he pointed. I made my way to the restroom. On my way there, I saw a man who had his head covered with an ancient hat. I didn’t speak to him but only slipped an envelope to him which he took. Everything happened in split seconds and no one would know that I had passed anything to him. I made my way to the restroom and worked on my make-up, redoing it. After I was done, I came out and didn’t find the man there again. I didn’t look around for him but only made my way to get a cup of coffee seed at the counter. After it was sold to me, I left the tea house. Stepping back into the Hummer, I zoomed off. In another twenty minutes, I was already in front of D’ Ladies Men’s Club. I took out my purse, stepped down from the Hummer and threw the car to one of the chauffeurs. I walked gracefully into the club, it was 7 pm already, and the sound of loud music filled the air. The smell of alcohol and the sound of laughter and talking. The men who were strip-dancing continued to do their thing and I watched them for a while before nodding. After running my eyes everywhere around the club, I finally made my way to the passage to the office. “Sorry ma’am, you can’t go in” “And why is that?” I clenched my purse. “Because the boss doesn’t want to see anyone right now,” the bouncer replied and I tilted my head. “Really? If he is the boss then who am I?” “That’s your business, ma’am. I’d appreciate it if you go back there and watch the strippers dance. That's what everyone is here for” he said and I shook my head. “Everyone but me” I replied smiling at him, “Actually, I am here to take over. Go in there and tell that man that calls himself your boss that the real boss has arrived.” “I wouldn’t want to disrespect you as you are a very beautiful species” he said running his eyes down my body as he licked his lips, “But trust me, you have no business in there,” He leaned in closer, his words heavy with suggestion, and a cocky smirk playing on his lips. "How about I show you something you might actually be interested in? Trust me, I'll let you have a go for free. Don't worry about satisfaction; I doubt your hand could even wrap around what I've got," he teased. I met his crude proposition with a dry laugh, my amusement tinged with a hint of disdain. Before he could straighten up, I seized his arrogance by grabbing his crotch harshly, before delivering a warning in a firm tone. "When you see maama, keep your lewd comments to yourself or it won't end well for you," I warned, my tone sharp and final.Kira’s POVHis scream was muffled as I swiftly silenced him by shoving my purse into his gaping mouth, cutting off any further protests."Now listen," I commanded, my voice brooking no argument, "you'll take me to the acting owner of the club. I have a message for him: the wife of the late Don Jones has returned to reclaim her rightful ownership of this club."He nodded in reluctant agreement, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and compliance as I released him from the grasp of my purse. With a pat on his back, I offered a rare word of mockery praise."You're a strong young man,"We traversed the dimly lit passage until we reached the imposing door of the office. The bouncer, eager to announce my arrival, stepped forward, but I wasted no time in pushing the door open myself, determined to confront the man inside."How dare you…" His words were cut short as I caught him in the act of stashing money back into a drawer beneath the desk."Well, hello to you too," I greeted with a disarming
Kira's POV. As I scanned through the files in my newly acquired office, a throbbing headache disturbed me and that was because I had spent the better part of the night attempting to bring order to my new world. Establishing my dominion over this newly acquired empire was proving to be a Herculean task, especially with adversaries lurking around every corner, eager to see me fail, to see me make one wrong move so they'll end my new reign. The late Master's family posed the greatest challenge, their hatred towards me grows everyday and I always give them new reasons to hate me… I can't help it, I keep seeing reasons to make them hate me and I never fail to take hold of that opportunity. They were determined to thwart my every move, clinging to the hope of reclaiming what they believed to be rightfully theirs. But I refused to yield. The empire bore my name now, and I would fight tooth and nail to maintain my hold on it.I need to acquire as much power as I can, that's the only way I
Kira's POV. The employees exchanged uncertain glances, their murmurs fading into an uneasy silence."I understand your concerns," I continued, choosing my words carefully. "Change can be intimidating and maybe unwelcoming, especially when it comes in the form of new leadership. But I assure you, my intentions are not to disrupt, but to innovate."A ripple of skepticism ran through the crowd and some of them rained cusses at, but I pressed on, undeterred because I'm in the mood for reasoning. "I know that earning your trust won't be easy," I acknowledged, meeting their gazes with a bored expression. "But I'm willing to work for it. I'm willing to listen to your grievances, to address your concerns, and to prove myself worthy of this position.""So, I propose a compromise," I declared, leaning forward in my chair. "Give me a chance to prove myself. Give me your feedback, your suggestions, your criticisms. And together, we can build a better future for this company. What do you all say
Kira's POV. I stumbled out of the car, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders, as the sun was sinking low in the horizon. My head throbbed with each step; today's hectic day at work had drained me; I am not sure how much more work and dominance I would have to put in before I could rule peacefully. I have to gain complete control, and I will; it is only a matter of time before everyone knows my name... It is a lot of work, but I am willing to do it because the cause I am fighting for is worthwhile. With a bitter taste on my tongue, I whispered to myself, "Home sweet home."Even though I knew the path to success would not be simple, I became more determined every day to take my rightful place at the top.The stillness was broken as soon as I set foot on the sidewalk by a shy voice alerting me to someone standing close by. A young girl, her frame fragile and delicate, stood before me, her eyes wide with apprehension."Welcome, ma'am," she stammered, her voice trembling with nervousn
Kira's POVA chuckle escaped my lips as I looked left and right, around the room. This was the time to ask who he was and why he was wearing a mask in my house, but my eyes remained below his waist. The dim light made me see all of him clearly,my gaze lingered lower, drinking in every inch of his imposing frame. He was huge down there… tempting. Jones was the last man I had fucked since my exes, and since Jones died, I had been mourning and taking over. Seeing a living sacrifice in front of me made me smirk. My unusual craving for this naked man in front of me caused my legs to move of their own accord, closing the distance between us. As I reached him, my hands slid up to his broad shoulders, caressing them as I met his gaze. I didn't want to take his mask off just yet, what's the fun in that? “This will do wonders for my headache,” I thought, feeling a wicked grin spread across my face. “Get on with it, girl!” he hissed, impatience lacing his voice. I felt a surge of annoyance;
Kira’s POV“Who the fuck are you?” My voice was sharp, and I pressed the knife closer to his neck. He’d be a fool to think I couldn’t kill him just because we’d just shared an incredible fuck that I wouldn’t mind repeating.Damn it! This man is so good that even when I try to focus, his presence alone distracts me. Was he sent to kill me? Too bad for him; that’s not going to happen.I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face. “Who the fuck sent you?” I demanded through gritted teeth.I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, feeling his cock grow even larger and harder inside me despite my knife at his throat made my eyes widened. “In the name of fu.ck!” I groaned, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him. Goddess, I was getting distracted again.His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, stared up at me. He seemed to savor my struggle, his lips curving into a smug smile.“Does it matter who sent me?” he rasped, his voice husky with lust. “You seemed to enjoy
Ashton's POV. Stepmom?That’s a big term. I never really considered Kira, or any of Mr. Jones's numerous women, as my stepmom. I accepted the fact that I have step-siblings, whom I don’t get along with much, but stepmoms? Nah, that’s too much. She must have said those words to piss me off or to actually think of herself as my stepmom. Hilarious.Everything that happened was amusing, silly, wild, and super crazy, but no matter how hard I try to deny it, I can’t. Fucking her was the best. She’s the first woman to drive me to insanity when it comes to sex, matching my energy with raw energy.Dropping onto my bed, I rubbed my cheek, remembering her hit, and smiled. The cut on my throat… that barbarian savage horny beasty. She’s not only wild but bossy, and a dominant b.i.t.c.h. I love it when my women don’t act submissive; it’s fun to break them. But Kira… She’s not my woman and never will be, but I can’t get that wild fuck out of my head. She’s everything I want to fuck and kill at the
Ashton's POV. "What would you like to eat, Sir?" a soft voice asked the moment I stepped into the large family dining room.I turned to see a tiny woman standing beside me, creasing my brow, I asked, "And you are?"She blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink and I wondered why she was blushing. "I'm Annabella, a new servant, Sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?"A new servant. Who hired such a fragile-looking woman? She seemed like she could break at any moment. "Um, get me hot chocolate and some scrambled eggs," I mumbled, dismissing her as I made my way to the dining table.Some of the family members were already seated, but I didn't bother acknowledging them. I grabbed the newspaper and buried my head in it, hoping to avoid any unnecessary interaction."Ash, you gonna pretend like we don't exist?" A familiar feminine voice pierced through my focus, making me roll my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood for a conversation."Ashton!" Another voice, this time mal
Kira’s POV“Hurry it up, girl! You’re delaying us!” Ashton’s voice boomed from outside my door, full of playful irritation and absolutely no sense of personal space.I stood in front of the mirror, scowling at my reflection like it had personally offended me.Because, honestly?It had.The dress I was wearing was pastel pink.Pastel. Pink.It had tiny floral embroidery, soft frills around the hem, and a stupid little ribbon around the waist.I looked like I was about to star in a cupcake commercial.“You look beautiful,” Morana cooed in my head, annoyingly smug. “And less dangerous. Be happy Ash got you a similar gown with Trisha.”I bit the inside of my cheek, hard.“Less dangerous?” I muttered under my breath. “I look like a demoted fairy godmother.”Morana laughed like this was the best thing that had happened all century. “Admit it. You don’t hate it.”“I hate it.”“You don’t.”“I do.”“You don’t.”I growled low and grabbed a leather belt, cinching it at my waist just to feel some
Kira’s POVThings have been going well...too well.So well, I’m starting to get nervous.It’s that quiet-before-the-storm kind of feeling that creeps in when you least expect it. The kind that whispers, "Brace yourself, it won’t last."But I refused to let that fear take over. Not today.Today was for Trisha.I pushed the thoughts aside and rolled out of bed, stripping off my shirt as I made my way to the bathroom. The cool air kissed my bare skin, goosebumps rising as I stepped onto the tiled floor.Today was Trisha’s day. Her rules. Her smiles.And I planned on making every second count.Even if her idea of “fun” meant subjecting myself to glitter slime, rainbow pancakes, and some god-awful children’s movie with way too many musical numbers.As the water turned hot, steam filled the room. I stepped under the showerhead and let the heat soak into my skin, muscles relaxing as I tilted my head back."She deserves this," I whispered to myself. "She deserves everything."“Ash is coming a
Kira’s POV "Morgan Lycan?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt foreign, unreal, yet they echoed in my bones like they had always been a part of me. I narrowed my eyes at the old witch...though calling her "old" felt ridiculous. She looked no older than a teenager, her skin smooth, her features delicate and flawless. But I could feel the ancient energy pulsing from her. She had lived for centuries. And she knew things. Things about me. "Yes," the witch confirmed, folding her hands in front of her. "Your kind were believed to have gone extinct long ago. But... Well, it seems you survived what wiped out your entire clan. Which is strange because the force that eradicated them made sure no one was left alive." I exhaled sharply, my hands balling into fists. I was finally learning about my origins. I should be thrilled. I should feel something. But all I felt was...hollow. Like I had just opened a door to a past I wasn’t sure I wanted to wal
Kira’s POV"Mom! Faster... he's gonna win!" Trisha squealed with laughter, her tiny voice ringing through the air as she bounced on her feet.I huffed, pushing my legs harder as Ashton and I sprinted across the open field, the cool wind whipping against my face.Ashton was insanely fast today, his eyes gleaming with pure amusement as he shot me a cocky grin mid-run.The bastard.I had no idea who the hell he was trying to impress, but it sure as fuck wasn’t me.Still, I wasn’t about to let him win so easily."You're cheating!" I called out, my breath coming fast as I surged forward.Ashton let out a deep chuckle, barely looking winded as he kept pace ahead of me. "Cheating? Angel, I'm just naturally superior."Oh, that’s it.Mo growled in my head. "Break his legs."Tempting.I dug deep, my muscles burning as I pushed forward, tapping into a small fraction of my power.Just enough.I felt the shift in energy, the wind bending for me as I launched forward with unnatural speed, overtakin
Christopher’s POVMy mind burned with rage and unimaginable pain as I watched the news on the massive screen in front of me.The words echoed in my ears, stabbing through my skull like a million blades."Alpha Michael...presumed dead. His fortress burned to the ground. The infamous Dark Angel, Kira, has made her first move against the men that betrayed her."The images of blackened ruins, of charred bodies, of absolute destruction flashed across the screen.Michael was gone.Kira...that fucking lowly Omega...killed my brother.Burnt him.Didn’t even leave his body for us to bury.I roared, my vision bleeding red as my claws shot out, my wolf snarling inside me."That fucking bitch!" my wolf seethed, his voice dripping with pure hatred. "She didn’t just kill him, she erased him! She humiliated him! She tore apart everything we built!"A sharp crack echoed through the room as I kicked the coffee table, sending it flying against the wall. It shattered into useless pieces, much like the c
Kira’s POVMy eyes were misty as I stared at my sleeping child, her tiny frame curled against the soft sheets. Each rise and fall of her chest felt like a miracle.I found it hard to believe this was real.That she was here. That I had won.For so long, I had been fighting, suffering, surviving. My life had been nothing but a cruel game of betrayal and bloodshed, but now… I had her.I had one piece of my heart back.A shaky breath left my lips as I brushed my fingers through her hair. She looked peaceful...softer than I had ever seen her. But beneath that frail exterior was something fierce. She had endured so much, yet she was still here.Like her mother.My lips curled into a small smile.“You’re so strong, my love,” I whispered. “Just like me.”A warmth surged through my chest. A fierce, burning pride.I didn’t just love my victory. I was addicted to it.I would never lose again.A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“
Kira’s POVMy first strike sent Michael flying across the rooftop, his body slamming into the concrete wall with a sickening crack. The force shattered the stone behind him, dust and debris crumbling at his feet. He coughed, blood splattering onto the ground as he struggled to lift himself.I tilted my head, watching him suffer, feeling my power crackle at my fingertips. It was hungry. I was hungry."I'm gonna give you a slow death, Michael," I said, taking deliberate steps toward him. My voice was steady, but the storm inside me was anything but. "The worst death imaginable. It’ll serve as a message to your brothers..." I paused, flexing my fingers as flames sparked in my palm."—a message of the darkness I will bring into their lives."Michael groaned, rolling onto his side, his body trembling from the impact. But I wasn’t done.I wanted him on his feet. I wanted him to fight back.I raised my hand, sending another pulse of power into the ground beneath him. The rooftop shook, crack
Kira’s POVThe moment my paws hit the ground, my senses sharpened. My ears twitched, picking up the faintest echoes of movement. The scent of Michael’s blood, tainted, desperate, still lingered in the air, but more than that, I could feel him.Mo growled in satisfaction, shaking herself out as she stretched her claws into the dirt. “Michael… where are you?” she purred, her bloodlust crackling through our shared mind. “Run, little wolf, run while you still can.”A dark thrill coiled through me. I wasn’t just hunting. I was claiming what was mine. My daughter. My revenge. My right.Suddenly, a new scent hit me, thick and overwhelming. More wolves. A lot more.“We’ve got company,” Mo noted, sounding almost excited.She lifted her head, scanning the rooftop. Our golden eyes burned against the darkness as I counted them...at least twenty, maybe more.Michael wasn’t just trying to escape. He was stalling.Coward.A deep growl rumbled in my chest as I watched the wolves circle, their eyes gl
Kira's POV "Ready to take Michael down, sweetheart?" Ashton asked, handing me one of my favorite daggers. I smirked, twirling the weapon between my fingers before leaning into him, brushing my lips against his. It was meant to be a brief kiss, a quick taste before we left for battle, but as I started to pull away, Ashton’s hand shot up, gripping the back of my neck. Before I could react, his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding. His tongue thrust into my mouth, teasing, dominating, playing tag with mine. A small gasp escaped me, not from shock but from the raw hunger he poured into the kiss. It was reckless, intoxicating, and completely distracting...exactly what he wanted. Annoyed at his audacity, I smirked against his lips and, without hesitation, brought the dagger to his throat, pressing the cold steel against his skin. He froze, his grip on me loosening just slightly as his golden eyes darkened with amusement. "You crazy fucker," I muttered, my lips brushing against