Nicholas’s POVThe heavy scent of incense filled the air as I stepped into the lavish apartment. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries depicting wolves, battles, and celestial bodies. The Shermans had made themselves at home, their presence a mix of eerie calm and unshakable authority.The elder Sherman, a gaunt man with silver hair and eyes like molten gold, sat cross-legged on an intricately woven rug. Beside him was his sister, a woman shrouded in black, her pale hands resting on a massive tome that radiated an unsettling energy.“Alpha Nicholas,” the elder greeted, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through my chest. “You’ve come seeking answers, and perhaps...salvation?”I hesitated, my jaw tightening. “Kira. She’s growing stronger. Every attempt we’ve made to weaken her has failed. I need to know how to stop her.”The sister smiled faintly, her voice a melodic whisper. “Kira, your ex mate is not just strong, she is becoming...unstoppable. With each passing d
Nicholas's POV. "Daddy, are we really going to see mommy?" Trisha asked, her eyes filled with tears and I nodded with a forced smile. I don't have time for delay but the kids have become so slow, so sickly ever since we auctioned their mother off, all they wanted was their mommy. "Hurry up, William, where's Melvin?" I asked and he just shrugged, giving me a cold calculated look. I know he hates us but I don't care about the kids hate, once they serve their purpose, they're as good as gone. Not only was their constant sickness annoying, they're growing more powerful everyday though we don't allow them to know they're powerful. It will be disastrous if they do, if the three kids combine their powers, they'll be able to defeat us and go to their mommy but... Well, they don't know the kind of creature they are so we're safe. "Melvin, get your butt out of the game room right now, we don't have all night, we'll get the gift for your mommy once we're on our way." I tried to maintai
Kira's POV. "We were so close Ashton, so close!" I cried and dropped on the bed, my body quivering in anger, fear and the thought of failure cut deep into me. I wish things had been different."Calm down baby, you're eating yourself too deep, my love." Ashton tried to calm me down but I pushed him angrily away. I don't want his comfort, I want my children and I'd have gotten them had Nicolas not been discovered by his brothers, everything seemed to be falling apart! "Can you stop being a mean bitch for once?" He lashed out but I just ignored him."You are secretive, you never told me the reason you are going after the triplets was because of your kids until moments ago, what will happen to you if you let me into your life?" He asked and I could feel the anger in his voice but I chose to ignore it."Fucking tell me!"Ashton’s words sliced through the air, heavy with frustration and unspoken pain. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought back the wave of emotion
Author's POV. Kira moaned softly as Ashton's skilled tongue traced patterns on her sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands ran through his thick, dark hair, encouraging him to continue his sensual assault. "Oh, Ashton... you always know how to drive me wild," she whispered, her voice laced with pleasure. Ashton gaze at her intensely, smirking against her skin, his breath hot on her neck. He loved the taste of her, the feel of her soft moans vibrating against his lips."You're mine, Kira," he growled, his voice deep and possessive. "Body and soul, you belong to me."Kira, however, had a defiant streak. She pulled away slightly, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Do I now? I might just be borrowing your body for my pleasure, mate." Her words were playful, but there was an underlying challenge in her tone.Ashton's smirk turned into a determined expression. He positioned himself between her slender thighs, his thick erection pressing against her wet entrance. "
The tension in the grand mansion of the alpha triplets was so thick that even everyone could feel it. The air heated with unease as Christopher stormed down the corridor, his face a mask of rage. Every step he took echoed ominously, forewarning an inevitable storm. He'd forgiven most of the sins of his brothers but this... Dammit! Nicolas tried to escape with the kids, Micheal tried other shit and he overlooked it but this... This can not be ignored. ---Inside the meeting room, Michael sat at the long mahogany table, sipping his drink nonchalantly, unaware of the chaos that was about to descend upon him. Nicholas was absent, likely off brooding in his quarters as usual. But it was Michael whom Christopher sought.The door slammed open with such force that the hinges groaned in protest. Michael’s head snapped up, his casual demeanor replaced by a flicker of confusion. Christopher’s fury was palpable, his eyes dark with betrayal as he threw a leather-bound folder onto the table. The
Kira's POV. "How much longer are you gonna watch them argue amongst themselves?" Ashton asked, pulling me closer to himself and I chuckled, trying so hard to keep my happiness in but I couldn't, watching the triplets fight amongst themselves was a pleasure on its own. I know the fight is far from over but we are getting closer to their separation and once they do, it will be easier to take them down one by one. Fuck. This is thrilling. "I'm just so excited Ash, it's a dream come true, very soon, I'll get my babies back and I'll so much enjoy killing those triplets for everything they've done to me." I giggled like a child and the smile that he gave me was simply breathtaking. "What?" I pouted, dropping on the bed and he just chuckled and dropped a kiss on my forehead, an action that got goosebumps on my body. "I just genuinely love seeing you happy. You're behaving like a child and that makes me love you more." He confessed and my chest tightened. "I told you not to love me, As
Ashton's POV.The early morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a soft golden hue. My eyes fluttered open, the lingering haze of sleep still clouding my thoughts. The first thing I noticed was warmth—the kind of warmth that only came from her.Kira.Her bare skin pressed against mine, her body molded perfectly along my side. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow like a silken wave, framing her serene face. She looked peaceful—too peaceful for someone who carried so much rage and pain. My gaze traced the delicate curve of her bare shoulder, the dip of her spine, and the way her soft breaths made her chest rise and fall.Damn... Those God damn boobs, they drive me wild. A surge of desire shot through me, hot and primal.She stirred slightly, her leg brushing against mine. That single touch unraveled my control. I ran my hand down the length of her back, feeling the way her body arched instinctively toward me, even in sleep."You're driving me insane, Kira,"
Kira's point of view. I was pacing around my office like a restless psychopath, I was mad, so fucking mad and I want to kill some Moda fucking son of a bitch. "I told ya, I never trust Denver, he's a smart ass idiot, he came to you, gained your trust and made away with your millions of dollars plus sophisticated weapons worth billions, he got guts though, he's not scared of dying " Ashton chuckled, sipping his champagne without a care in the world and all I wanted to do was take that glass of champagne and empty it on his head.His fucking step brother betrayed me and now he's telling me shit! I hate that he's wrong but damn him. I slammed my hands on the desk, making the glass of champagne in Ashton’s hand wobble. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" I hissed, my eyes narrowing at his amused smirk. "Your stepbrother just ran off with my money and weapons, and all you can do is sit there sipping champagne like it’s a fucking joke!"Ashton raised an eyebrow, taking another slow sip b
Kira's POV. The sharp slap of cold water against my face did little to calm the crazy storm inside me. I gripped the sink, staring at my reflection as droplets slid down my skin. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, so hard that I felt deep contracting pain. Ashton’s words rang in my ears."You can trust me."No. Trust made you weak. Trust led to betrayal. I’d built my empire on the ashes of broken promises and deep betrayal...I wasn’t about to hand someone else the keys to my soul. Again! I took a deep breath and straightened. By the time I opened the door, my mask was firmly in place. Ashton was lounging in a chair, twirling his glass in one hand, but his eyes sharpened the second he saw me."Feel better?" he asked, though his tone was clipped."Much." I plastered on a smile and headed for the door. "Come on. I’m starving.""I'm sorry if whatever I said hurt you, you don't have to be in a hurry, I'll wait for as long as I can. I'm willing to do that just for you." He said and I cl
Kira's POV. I sat at the edge of the bed, twirling my gun in my hand, the metallic glint catching the sunlight streaming through the windows. "When are those modafuckers gonna split up already?" I groaned, running a hand through my hair. The tension in my muscles coiled tighter with each passing second. "I'm getting bored."Ashton, seated across from me, lounged with this crazy calm, his long legs stretched out as he sipped his coffee. His lips quirked into a lazy grin. "Chill, baby," he drawled, the warmth in his golden eyes softening. "Those three damned triplets trust each other like they're welded together. But cracks don’t happen overnight." He set the mug down and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The people we sent are doing their job. Let’s wait and see."I narrowed my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek. "We’ve waited long enough."Ashton stood, walked over, and took the gun from my hand, placing it gently on the desk. His touch was steady. "Kira, listen to
Kira's POV. The moment I stepped into the room, I kicked off my heels and peeled off my gown, letting it pool around my feet. The cool air kissed my skin as I moved toward the massive bathroom. The hum of the night—the blood, the fury, the triumph—clung to me like a second skin. I needed a long, scorching shower to wash away the remnants of that bastard's existence.I turned on the faucet, letting the water roar to life. Steam filled the room, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. As the heat rose, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror—bloodstained, victorious, untouchable."I feel good," Morana cackled in my head, her voice filled with savage glee.I smiled, unable to deny the mutual satisfaction. "We deserve this victory, Mo. Every damn second of it."Her growl was soft but approving. "We do. But you know what would make this bath even better?"I froze, sensing exactly where this was going."We should wait for Ash to come join us," she purred, her tone dripping with mischief
The room was buzzing, pulsing with fear and anticipation. The moment Denver’s order left his lips, time seemed to slow. His men hesitated, their fingers tightening on the triggers but not pulling.Denver’s expression twisted with fury as he barked, "I said shoot this bitch and her dog down!"The room remained eerily silent. Not a single gunshot sounded. The men glanced nervously at each other, confusion spreading like wildfire.Ashton chuckled darkly beside me, lowering his gun just slightly. "What’s wrong, Denver? Lost your voice, or did your army grow a conscience?"Denver’s eyes darted around, his face contorting with disbelief. "Why aren’t you shooting?" he demanded, his voice rising with panic.I stepped forward, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The crowd’s whispers grew louder. I stopped just a few feet away from Denver and tilted my head. "You’re such a fool, Denver," I purred. "Did you really think you were still in control?"His eyes widened as realization set in.
Kira's POVThe grand chandelier above cast dazzling lights across the room as the auction officially began. Whispers filled the air like the hum of an ominous song as guests straightened in their seats, their eyes fixed on the stage.The sleek man in the velvet tuxedo spread his arms wide, a showman through and through. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the highlight of the night. Our first masterpiece—a golden missile prototype engineered to bypass even the most advanced supernatural shields. Crafted with precision, it’s as beautiful as it is deadly. The bidding starts at 500,000 dollars."A hush followed, only to be shattered by the first bid."Five hundred and fifty thousand!" someone shouted from the corner."Six hundred thousand," another man in an emerald green suit raised his hand."Seven hundred!" came a voice from a table near the bar.I watched the spectacle with faint amusement, leaning into Ashton. "Children squabbling over crumbs."He chuckled, his fingers tracing absent
Kira's POV. "Let's enjoy the party, daddy, there's still a few hours till the auctioning, let's mingle and make new friends." I mind linked Ashton who was really impatient, he badly wants to go into action immediately but that would be no fun, I want to teach that modafucker a bitter sweet lesson. "Still can't believe you want to buy the weapons at the auction when you can just kill him and take back what's yours." He replied back and I chuckled, reaching for the nearest cherry and popping into my mouth. The party was in full swing but my fun hadn't started yet, it will when the auction starts. I was about to ask Ashton to dance with me when someone cleared his throat and judging from Mo's angry growl, I bet it was Denver, that fucker. Our masks conceal us well but I still have this ting of fear that he might discover us, not that I care, if he discovers us, he'll just ruin my fun, so I have to make sure to remain hidden. "You're definitely the hottest woman in the room, care to d
Kira's POV. "What did you say that modafucker is doing with my money?!" I asked angrily and Jonas sighed, handing me an invitation card to a party, not just any damn party, it was one of the biggest held judging from the caliber of people invited. Damn that fucker! "Arrange my private jet, I'm gonna pay that damn fool a visit, he stole my money and..." I paused and took in a deep breath to calm my raging nerves. "Going there will be extremely dangerous ma'am, the gathering isn't just about the party, he's going to be selling the weapons he stole there, the whole party shit is just a cover up and it's very private, only a select few will be attending." Jonas explained and I just chuckled. "I'm not going there as Kira, it's a masked party so I'll just go disguised as another but first, I need to go shopping, go get Ashton, we're going shopping and prepare my jet, we fly in two hours time."Jonas gave me a wary look but nodded. "Understood, ma'am." He turned and left to carry out my
Kira's point of view. I was pacing around my office like a restless psychopath, I was mad, so fucking mad and I want to kill some Moda fucking son of a bitch. "I told ya, I never trust Denver, he's a smart ass idiot, he came to you, gained your trust and made away with your millions of dollars plus sophisticated weapons worth billions, he got guts though, he's not scared of dying " Ashton chuckled, sipping his champagne without a care in the world and all I wanted to do was take that glass of champagne and empty it on his head.His fucking step brother betrayed me and now he's telling me shit! I hate that he's wrong but damn him. I slammed my hands on the desk, making the glass of champagne in Ashton’s hand wobble. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" I hissed, my eyes narrowing at his amused smirk. "Your stepbrother just ran off with my money and weapons, and all you can do is sit there sipping champagne like it’s a fucking joke!"Ashton raised an eyebrow, taking another slow sip b
Ashton's POV.The early morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a soft golden hue. My eyes fluttered open, the lingering haze of sleep still clouding my thoughts. The first thing I noticed was warmth—the kind of warmth that only came from her.Kira.Her bare skin pressed against mine, her body molded perfectly along my side. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow like a silken wave, framing her serene face. She looked peaceful—too peaceful for someone who carried so much rage and pain. My gaze traced the delicate curve of her bare shoulder, the dip of her spine, and the way her soft breaths made her chest rise and fall.Damn... Those God damn boobs, they drive me wild. A surge of desire shot through me, hot and primal.She stirred slightly, her leg brushing against mine. That single touch unraveled my control. I ran my hand down the length of her back, feeling the way her body arched instinctively toward me, even in sleep."You're driving me insane, Kira,"