Kira’s POVIt’s been four beautiful years with my darling mates, my Alpha triplets. I just cannot forget the first day I set my eyes on them and the heartwarming smile they showed me when they found out that I was their mate. They didn’t reject me as I thought. They were Alphas, it was only normal to reject a poor and weak omega like me but they didn’t.“Haven’t you been staring at us enough?” Nicholas asked, pushing himself up from the sofa. He walked over to where I stood, very close to the TV. I had totally forgotten what I had gone to do there. It was a yearly tradition to watch the marriage ceremony video on our anniversary nights. I had come to search for the CD when I got lost staring at them. Nicholas pulled me by the waist before pecking my cheeks,“We’re handsome, we know, but we still need to get this done so we can go out clubbing tonight!” he grinned revealing the most well-arranged teeth I have ever seen. My face turned red as I obeyed him and moved slightly away.“You
Kira’s POVThe ride to the club wasn’t as fast as I expected, although it was far from home, I didn’t feel it at all as Nicholas, Christopher, and Michael continued to profess love to me and I just didn’t know when I joined in too. They just couldn’t stop showering me with love.“Where are we?” I asked the minute Michael opened the door for me like the gentleman that he was.“You'll see, baby” Christopher smiled, Nicholas was also smiling making me blush. They had really put an effort into this year’s anniversary.A big door was opened and when I looked far beyond, all I saw was pitch darkness, "Where's this place?" I asked again with a slight frown, they knew very well that my eyesight even in my wolf state wasn’t as sharp as theirs.They didn't answer my question, which was very unlike them. They just led me to a particular place where a beautiful chair was placed and made me sit on it. Just one chair… I turned to look at them"Calm down," said Christopher, his voice piercing throug
Kira’s POVI closed my eyes and tried to relax but was jolted up by a loud voice that resonated through the air."Ladies and gentlemen," the voice boomed through the hall, "tonight we have a very special item up for bid… a beautiful, young woman, ripe for the taking."I felt a surge of nausea as the crowd erupted in a chorus of shouts and whistles. An auction! Disgusting, really disgusting... I just want to leave here... I'm so confused right now, I want to meet my mates for an explanation, I just want to meet them, and maybe there was some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe one of those devilish family members succeeded in casting a spell over them. They would never do what they did in their senses... They would never hit me or threaten our kids."The bidding would start soon, and as you can see, she was once a treasured part of one of the strongest packs in the world, so she's not going to be cheap. The highest item for bidding tonight is none other than, the former Luna of Silver Cres
Kira’s POVIt's been two months in this house I could clearly call hell except that Mr. Jones is making it as bearable for me as possible. At least, I don't get to be auctioned out or divorced again. I know what my destiny is now, to be used as a sex toy and nothing more. I please and pleasure my master. That's what I've become, a sex toy. Although Mr. Jones made sure all is provided for me, all is well and I'm comfortable, I can never really be comfortable. My heart is broken and shattered to pieces, I'm alone and empty and since the day I was rejected, I've not been able to communicate with my wolf. Sometimes I wonder if she is as dead as my heart. When I'm awake, the person in front of my eyes is Mr. Jones, oh how he loves to have sex with me. He wasn't kidding when he said I was going to warm his bed day and night. And that's what I do, that's all I do. When I'm asleep, all I can see are my babies. Sometimes, they are laughing so hard that their stomach hurts, sometimes they're
Kira's POV. As I stood at the burial ground, rain mingling with my tears, I watched my Master being lowered into the ground. He was gone, and with him, I buried a part of me too. Even though he was six feet down the ground now, I could not stop tearing up, almost everyone was. As I cried, I could feel the weight of the hateful glances from my Master's family but I don't really care. I knew they hated me, this was the reason he always kept me away from them.I stood there listening to whoever it was that was giving his last speech about Mr. Jones. Dressed in black clothes, I kept my gaze fixed on the place where he lay, he was truly gone. Finally, the burial ended and I remained at the cemetery to drop my last words to him since I didn’t want anyone to be there while I did so. Returning to the mansion, I was met with an unbelievable scene right outside the house. Mr. Jones's daughters had already thrown my belongings out, scattering them on the ground like discarded toys. It was li
Ashton's POV. Kira. Kira. Kira. That name echoed in my mind like a curse, a symbol of everything I despised. She had swooped in like a hawk, seizing control of everything my family had in a blink of an eye. But I refused to let her dominance go unchallenged.I don't know how she managed to achieve all she had done alone but I would not allow her to enjoy her victory. She just can't. She came out of nowhere and usurped everything, the whole empire was now under her rule, there was nothing left for us... Nothing left for the family. I paced the lavish room, my thoughts swirling with anger and confusion. How had she managed to manipulate Mr. Jones into handing over his empire? He was no weakling, he wasn't a man to be controlled by a woman, yet somehow she had twisted him around her finger."Father's death was suspicious, Ash," Mia, or was it Maya, mused, her voice dripping with venom. "I don't buy this 'natural causes' nonsense the doctors are saying. That woman, Kira, she must have
Kira’s POVThe 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
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. 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,"
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
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