Kira’s POVThe next time I woke up, it was already past 2 pm. The room was quiet and slightly dark. I toss from one side of the bed to the other before finally sitting up. I felt relieved and strengthened. The pains were all gone but I still had to listen to Jonas advice. Taking two days off from everything Although he said a week, I don't think I can take a week off and the whole world will still be intact. I just need to take a few days off and my strength will return. I took my bath and dressed up in jean shorts and a V-neck top. Picking up my phone, I made my way out of the room towards the living room. I was starving. “Bella!” I called as I made my way to the dining. The place was unusually quiet, making me wonder what's been going on all morning. “Bella…” This time she came out of the kitchen,“You’re awake, ma’am Kira,” “Hm, get me something to eat,” I ordered as I sat on the dining chair, “Where is everybody?” I asked Bella before she could disappear into the Kitchen.“I
Kira's POVAfter lunch, I walked around the mansion, and Bella decided to join me. I haven’t really spent time doing this since Jones died. We used to do this on my request, we would take a stroll and talk and laugh. The man really had a way of making me feel wanted and loved except that I knew his plans, I knew what was driving him to do all that he was doing.“Ma’am Kira, can I ask you a question?” Bella finally spoke up. I knew she had something on her mind ever since I was eating,“What is it?” I asked.“It’s about the man you were with… sir Ashton”“Hm” I plucked one of the flowers and began to cut off the petals. “Sir Ashton kept speaking about how he wishes to end you, why do you keep letting them stay?” Her voice filled with concern and I smiled. “Good reasons, Bella. Good reasons” I answered. I saw the looks on her face when Ashton said those words to me. I am sure she was expecting me to bury a bullet in his head. I walked ahead of her, there were some people who were ma
Kira's POV.“Where were we?” I asked after taking a sip. “How we don't think a woman can rule the empire”The smile on my face never faltered, though a cold fire burned in my eyes. "Is that so?" I said softly, swirling the wine in my glass. "And why is that? Because I lack the necessary anatomy? Or because you think I’m incapable of the ruthlessness required? Huh, Mr...""Larry, Larry Enzo.""Great, now tell me more Mr Larry." I urged, looking at him with a smirk.The caftan-wearing man, Larry, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "It's not about anatomy, Kira. It’s about strength, control, and respect. Can you command the same fear and loyalty that Jones did? Do you know how many years it took Jones to create this dreaded mafia?"I walked around slowly, my hips swaying seductively and I could see their lustful eyes gazing at me. I'm a mistress of seduction and I know that, I'm fucking confident that whatever I want, I get. "Fear? Loyalty? Oh, Mr. Larry, you underestimate me. Fear is
Kira's POV. I paced the room, feeling restless and my brain suddenly seems to have deserted me because no matter how hard I try to think, nothing was coming forth, it was like someone had robbed me of my brain and no matter how hard I fucking try to think, nothing was working for me and it's killing me! "Fuck! What am I gonna do?" I mumbled and ripped my fragile top away from my body because I was suddenly feeling hot due to the tight position I've been thrown into. I knew this was coming, I knew but I never knew it would be this bad. This was the main problem I was expecting and not those little shitty problems that had been coming my way ever since I took over the empire.The powerful five, I can't fight them; if I wanna win this and reign supreme ruler, I need them by my side and I need to get them no matter what. Without their votes, heading the empire would be hard but not impossible.I can decide to challenge them and I can but that would cause a war and that would definitely
Kira's POV Something inside me snapped. The calm, controlled exterior I had been struggling to maintain shattered into a thousand pieces. I lunged at Lance with insane speed, my hand grabbing the knife from the table. "You think you can hurt me?" I hissed, slashing the knife across his face. Blood sprayed, and he screamed, stumbling back, his hands flying to his cheek in shock and pain. Watching the blood ooze from the cut delighted me... It was a mistake on my part to think that I'll relate calmly with these fools, they're not fucking worth it! The room had already erupted into chaos as most of them moved far away from me, but I didn’t care. I could only see Lance, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "You think you can control me, huh?" I sped towards him and slashed at him again, this time cutting deep into his arm. "You think you can break me?" Another cut, this one across his chest and more blood gushed out. I speed up and strike him so fast that he didn't even see me comi
Ashton's POVThere's never a day in this mansion that there wasn't a drama or another. I was still out when I received a call from Lance, the way he bragged and laughed out loud saying Kira would soon be out of this house, made me curious to know why he had made that statement. I have come to believe that the girl was more than just a girl, she's extraordinary with supernatural strength because how does she always end up the victor even when at the beginning it was as if her world was about to end? It was first from the club where I heard she took over in one night, to the companies, the properties at almost every part of the world, the family mansion, the casinos and she was even dragged to court. The court case went in her favor, the death of Richard was long forgotten and Monica hasn't been heard of since she was taken away by the police. Kira was unstoppable and untouchable so hearing Lance's words over the phone made me really wonder what exactly they had in mind this time. Ca
Kira’s POV“Kira, you’re making a huge mistake,” Denver stated walking closer to me. He had been quiet all these while even when I was dealing with Lance, hearing him speak right now made me certain that this was actually a huge blow to all of them.“No darling, actually, this is one of the best decisions I have ever made. Now, I’m beginning to wonder why I haven’t done this since the beginning. I just said it now and I could already feel the peace in my heart,” my voice filled with relief.Ashton’s gaze remained on me; he was staring at me intensely like he was searching within my soul. Or does he think he wasn’t included?“You cannot do this to us!” Mira’s voice was sharper than it should have been, even though I could still hear the trembling in them,“Raise your voice one more time and you won’t be any different from the man on the ground,” I threatened. I wasn’t going to take nonsense from anybody anymore.Because I chose to dine with them, one of them had slapped me, the audacit
KIRA’S POV“Mr Ashton”, I finally moved my eyes from his naked inked chest to his face, “What do I owe this surprise visit?” My eyes are trying to stay focused on his and not his naked chest.Only he can be crazy as not to knock on my door before entering, he's an asshole in every aspect and I hate to love it. His eyes scanned me and I couldn't ignore the tingling sensation that suddenly enveloped me but he would never know... I'm pretty good at hiding what I feel now. "Don't make me ask twice Mr. Ashton." “I noticed Denver was here a while ago” he stepped further into the room, then he kicked the door closed with one of his legs. “Yes, Denver was here. I didn’t know you had changed profession and is now a spy” I smiled. My hands on my knees, my legs crossed and my eyes staring squarely at him with my head a bit raised."When it comes to you, I've become a lot of things." He smiled and despite not wanting to play his game, despite wanting to kick his ass out of my room like Denver
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