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
ASHTON’S POV"How dare you touch my woman?!"My voice tore through the room, shaking the damn walls as Alex staggered back. His smug face was gone. Good. The bastard looked exactly how I wanted him to, terrified.My claws pushed through my fingers, bones cracking, muscles stretching beneath my skin as my wolf surged forward, begging to be let loose.And I was this close to letting him.I’d never trusted him.Not once.That quiet charm, the lazy smiles, the fake respect, he’d been waiting for a moment like this. And now… he kissed my mate. My fated mate. My woman.“Ash…” Kira’s voice broke through the fury clouding my mind.I turned to her sharply.She looked pale. Disoriented. Her lips were parted like she couldn’t catch her breath, eyes barely holding focus. Her body swayed slightly like the ground was shifting under her.Realization slammed into me.She was drunk.No, more than drunk.She was wasted.But that didn’t make sense. Her Lycan blood made it nearly impossible. What the hel
Kira’s POV“Why is it so damn hard to get drunk?” I yelled at no one in particular, tossing the empty glass across the study table. It clinked off a stack of files and rolled uselessly onto the floor like it too had given up on life.Of course, no one answered.Because no one was here.Ashton had left a few minutes ago for a night hunt with some of the elite guards. Said it was routine. Said he’d be back by morning. Said I needed rest.He really needed to stop saying shit like that.Trisha was with Alex, supposedly finishing her lesson but I checked the monitor a few minutes ago and Bella had already taken her to bed, said she fell asleep mid-pronunciation drill with a crayon still stuck behind her ear. Typical.And now?Now I was stuck in this oversized estate, with no one to kill, no one to yell at, no Ashton to annoy and no daughter to spoil.Just me. And my very frustrating inability to get even the slightest buzz off four bottles of liquor.I slammed the fifth bottle down on the
Kira’s POV"Wrong information, madam. I'm sorry for bringing you out here because of the fake lead." Jonas bowed deeply, guilt written all over his face.I waved it off lazily, my expression calm but my heart anything but.“It’s alright, Jonas. Call Ashton. Let’s head back home,” I said with a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “We’ll get those two soon. I can feel it in my blood. Tell the men to retreat.”He nodded quickly, grateful, and disappeared into the corridor with urgency.But I didn’t move.I stood perfectly still, in the middle of the grand hall of the old mansion we’d just torn apart with runes, spells, and steel. The place reeked of age and dust, but beneath all that... I caught it. Faint. Subtle. Familiar.And enraging.They were here.Not long ago either.Jonas thinks it was a bad lead. He thinks it was a waste of time. But he’s wrong. Nicolas was here and he had one of my sons with him.I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.Yes.There it was.The faintest edge of my
Kira’s POV"Mommy!" Trisha’s voice rang through the halls like a siren, high-pitched, dramatic, and way too powerful for a five-year-old.I groaned, sinking lower into the bathtub where I had been hiding, yes, hiding, for the last two hours. No meetings. No mate. No Ashton. No chaos. Just bubbles, silence, and my sanity desperately clinging to the last five percent of peace I had left in my life.“Trisha, focus on your homework with Alex!” I shouted back, loud enough to echo through the entire estate. “Mom’s busy!”Crack!Thunder snapped outside the window, rattling the tiles around the tub.Oh hell no.I sat up, blinking through the rising steam. “Was that…?”"Yes," Morana deadpanned. “That was thunder. Your daughter just summoned a localized lightning bolt.”I slapped water. “What the fuck is wrong with her?! Who the hell does she think she is...summoning storms over homework?!”"You." Morana answered simply. “She thinks she’s you.”“Why does everyone in this house have attitude pro
Kira’s POVMy whole damn body was thrumming with need.Not just a passing wave of heat...no. This was a full-body ache that pulsed beneath my skin like fire licking through my veins. My thighs clenched on instinct, and I hated it. Hated how weak it made me feel. Hated how this morning's little… incident had wrecked my entire internal system.One look. One growl. One whisper of “shoot if you can,” and now I was sitting in the middle of a boring, gray-as-hell meeting, grinding my teeth and silently begging for the clock to move faster.Damn Ashton.That smug bastard had no idea what he’d done. Or maybe he did. Maybe he knew exactly what he was doing when he stood there naked, all toned muscles and confidence, looking like sin and smirking like he’d won a damn war and goddess, his mouth working on me was bliss. And I let him get to me.I let him turn my morning into this...an uncontrollable storm of hormones and heat I couldn’t shake."Just allow him to mark you and all this shit will r
Ashton’s POVThe scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, rich, dark, and sinful. My eyes snapped open on instinct. Kira. It had to be her. No one else dared wake me up with my favorite roast unless they had a death wish ...or a death wish and a death glare, which she carried equally well.I blinked through the sunlight and found her already dressed for the day, standing by the window like a goddess in a fitted navy suit that clung to her curves and screamed danger with every line. Her hair was tied up in a sleek twist, not a strand out of place. Red lips. Smoky eyes. That gun strapped to her thigh? Pure art.“Hello, sleepyhead,” she purred, sauntering over to my side of the bed with a cocky grin. “Looks like I wrecked you last night.”She winked.I grunted, sitting up slowly and taking the mug she handed me. “Thanks,” I muttered, still trying to blink the images of last night’s chaos from my head. She was trouble. Soft, deadly, addictive trouble.“You look like shit,” she comme
Kira’s POV“And you trust him enough to tutor Trisha?” Ashton asked, voice calm, too calm, the kind of calm he used right before someone got mauled.I didn’t flinch. I knew that tone, knew him.He was pissed.But trying to be polite about it.I leaned back in the armchair, swirling the champagne in my glass lazily before taking a sip. “Yeah, I trust him. Enough, at least.”Ashton’s jaw flexed. His eyes hadn’t left me once since I’d finished explaining everything. The kidnapping. The rescue. The healing. The werewolf reveal. And finally… the part where I decided to make the walking mystery our daughter’s personal tutor.“I’ve run every kind of scan on him,” I added, keeping my tone light. “Magical, physical, blood lineage, you name it. He passed them all. Even his memories were clean. No ties to the brothers. No curses. No shady backdoor deals with witches or warlocks. Just a regular lone wolf trying to live a boring life teaching about ancient wars.”Ashton didn’t blink.I pressed on.
Kira’s POV"Well, he's telling the truth, ma’am," Jonas reported, his voice crisp as he tucked the clipboard under his arm and stepped back. “His ID checks out. Staff records confirm he’s been here for years. No known criminal affiliations. And… Yes, he’s a werewolf, but he’s registered under the neutral pack treaty. Low threat level.”I exhaled through my nose, glaring at the man slumped on the infirmary bed like he personally offended me by existing. My jaw ticked as I crossed my arms, hating the way he just laid there...alive, breathing, and smugly intact despite nearly bleeding out an hour ago.Alex glanced over at me with a faint grimace, one side of his mouth twitching in what might’ve been a sarcastic smile if he wasn’t half-dead. “You always treat your heroes like this, or am I just the lucky one?”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re not a hero. You’re a man I badly want to kill.”Jonas looked like he wanted to evaporate from the tension in the room, but I waved him off. He gave me a
Kira’s POVI checked my wristwatch for what had to be the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes.Any second now.Trisha would come bursting through those classroom doors, ponytail bouncing, cheeks flushed, her little feet thumping excitedly against the polished floors.She’d scream “Mommy!” like we hadn’t seen each other in years, threw herself into my arms, and talked a mile a minute about every crayon, cupcake, and classmate she encountered.I missed her.A lot."You're just being silly," Morana grumbled in my head. "It’s barely been four hours since she left. Stop being stupid."I smirked. “You miss her too.”"I do not."“You cried last night when she hugged us goodnight.”"I sneezed. Shut up."I chuckled softly, arms crossed as I leaned against the school’s outer wall, blending in with the other parents.Well, not entirely. Most of them wore business suits or yoga pants. I wore a black leather jacket over a pastel-pink sundress (thanks, Trisha), and combat boots. One mom looked at