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
Ashton's POV. I looked around, assessing the situation, there were just six of them. The gunmen were focused on Kira, giving me a moment to plan, they came for Kira and I guess whoever sent them informed them that they have no cause to worry about anyone saving Kira... I wonder where her trusted men were. "Go on, do your job, you must be eager to see me lying in my pool of blood. Where did you want the bullet, in my heart or straight into my brain?" She asked and I just watched her in awe. "What the fuck are you doing?" I found myself asking.She glanced at me briefly, her eyes shooting daggers at me. "Stay out of this, Ashton. It's not your fight."The leader barked out a laugh. "You hear that pretty boy, stay out of it or I would add you to my list of who would die here today. She doesn't want your help so don't try to play the hero."The tension in the room was high and I tried to think of how to handle the situation."You're a pretty one, wish I can bang you before I end your m
Kira's POV“Fvck!” I ruffled out a cuss and slammed the door shut immediately after I stepped into my room. The anger surged from within me, those guards would definitely get their punishment but first, I needed to deal with those lunatics who thought they could come into my home and point guns at me. I am Kira, this is my territory, no one comes to threaten me let alone in my territory. I made my way into the bathroom and took a quick shower before wearing a different attire, the red nightgown now dumped among the other dirty clothes. The real battle had just begun because I wasn't going to let whosoever sent these gunmen into my house go free. One of them had clearly said they had been instructed not to take me for granted. A very good heads-up; they still did though.Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I packed my hair into a tight pony causing my face to be more revealed. I wore black shorts that ended at my thighs and wore a black spaghetti hand top. With no makeup and no
Kira's POV The roar from outside caused the four gunmen before me to shiver in fear, almost making me burst into laughter at the expressions on their faces.“Guess who's coming…” I asked in a sing-song tone, watching them crawl backward in fear. The stench of their terror almost made me want to puke.Oh, my little kitty, she isn't here yet, but her presence is already felt. How sweet…Just then, I saw the guards pushing the cage over to where we were.“This will be fun,” a soft chuckle escaped my lips. My eyes twinkled as I rubbed my hands together. A lot of fun!I casually got up from the chair and strolled over to the cage.“Hey, my sweet little one,” I cooed, reaching my hand into the cage to caress her head. She let out a purr, and I nodded, “Aye. I can tell you're hungry. I have four grown-ups for you. How would you like to taste them?” I asked my tiger with a smile. “Do you want them raw or cooked, baby?”I was staring right at my baby, yet I could smell and feel the fear oozin
Kira's POV"Get everyone down here," I ordered the guards as I strolled into the living room with a Remington R5 in my right hand. The living room, once a chaotic mess of broken glass, blood stains, and upended furniture, had been meticulously restored to order. It was almost as if nothing had happened here. I settled into a single sofa, my eyes fixed on the entrance as I waited for the family to gather. They would be mourning one of their own today."Where are the losers?!" I shouted after a few minutes of waiting. Their tardiness only fueled my anger, my fingers itching to pull the trigger.Impatient, I aimed the gun at the ceiling and fired a warning shot. "Get the fuck out now!" I bellowed.The family members scurried out like frightened rabbits, some descending the stairs while others hurried from the elevator. Within minutes, they were all assembled before me. The sheer number of them was staggering; Mr. Jones had truly sired a legion. There can never be peace in a house like t
Kira's POV(A week later.)“You are ready, ma’am,” Annabella announced, and I dropped my phone on the table to see her handiwork.“Nice,” I mumbled, standing up to admire myself in the mirror. “I never knew you could style hair so well.”“I style my siblings’ hair a lot,” she giggled, and I just shrugged, genuinely impressed with her choice of selection for the last hearing at the court.I was struck by the sleek and stylish piece she had chosen for me. The centerpiece was a striking black leather trench coat, its double-breasted design featuring a row of bold white buttons that added a modern touch. The coat fell elegantly to mid-calf, creating a commanding and confident silhouette.Underneath, she had opted for a classic black turtleneck sweater, its high collar framing my face and accentuating the bold red lipstick I had applied. My dark, wavy hair cascaded around my shoulders, adding a touch of drama to the overall look.Completing the ensemble were a pair of form-fitting black le
Kira's POV. The grand doors were just ahead, a symbol of authority and justice. But today, I was the real authority, and my justice would be painful, slow and merciless. As I approached the entrance, the press swarmed, their cameras flashing and questions coming from different directions but my guards did a great job in keeping them away. I hate the media. The courthouse was crowded with anticipation. Reporters and onlookers whispered amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on me. I could hear some of their conversations...words like “murder,” “trial,” and “power” went through my ears and I just smiled because they had no idea just how cruel I could be. They don't know who I am… yet. Denver stepped up beside me, his presence was a reminder of the Jones family's ever-growing list of enemies. But today wasn’t about him; it was about Richard and his futile attempt to challenge me. The courtroom doors swung open, and I walked in, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. T
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