Kira's POV“Ouch,” I mumbled as I tried to pry my eyes open. My entire body ached, and I felt a suffocating weakness that made my blood boil. Morana’s usual fiery presence was absent, and that absence was like a gaping hole in my chest. I can feel her but it was almost like she wasn't there.What the hell happened?Memories surged—a dance with Larry, the sharp prick of needles, and then darkness. My rage bubbled. That damned man! He betrayed me, and I’ll make sure he pays. I'm gonna kill him in the cruelest way possible. “Good to see you awake, Luna Kira, or should I say, ex-Luna Kira. You look much better than the last time I saw you.”That voice—familiar and dripping with smugness—sent shivers down my spine. My heart raced as I struggled to lift my head, my vision blurred but slowly clearing. There he was. Newton.“Newton?” I rasped, shock and anger twisting in my gut. “You bastard… How… Why…”“In flesh and blood,” he replied smoothly, leaning against the car door with a smirk that
Kira's POVNewton shoved me violently into the dimly lit room, and I stumbled forward, my hands catching the edge of a table just in time to steady myself. My rage boiled over as I whipped around to face him. “You’ll regret this, Newton,” I snarled, my voice sharp as a blade. “I’ll carve that smug look off your face myself, I'll kill you and I'll take the greatest pleasure in doing it.”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, the picture of smug arrogance. “Regret?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Sweet Kira, regret isn’t something I entertain. You, on the other hand, might want to reconsider your choices.”With a theatrical flourish, he flicked on the lights. The sudden brightness made me squint, but as my eyes adjusted, I took in the room. It was lavish to the point of insult...golden accents on the furniture, plush carpeting, and walls adorned with delicate art. A vanity table with an array of high-end cosmetics sat in one corner, while an ex
Kira's POV. “You look gorgeous, ma’am. Absolutely stunning,” the servant responsible for dressing me up gushed, her nervous hands adjusting the delicate straps of the midnight-blue gown. I rolled my eyes, catching my reflection in the ornate mirror. The gown hugged my curves perfectly, its shimmer catching the dim light of the room, and I hated how effortlessly it seemed to amplify my allure. I knew I looked stunning...always did...but the thought of dressing up for them made my blood boil. This wasn’t about me, it was about their twisted obsession. “Save your flattery,” I muttered coldly, pushing her hands away. “You’re wasting your time.” The girl flinched slightly, her timid eyes meeting mine. “I-I’m just doing what Master Newton ordered, ma’am.” I scoffed, turning back to the mirror. “Let me guess, you’re not going to tell me what else he ordered, are you?” She hesitated, her fingers twisting the fabric of her apron nervously. “I’m not allowed to—” “Spare me,” I snapped, cu
Ashton's POV. "Where the fuck did you keep her Larry?!" I punched Larry angrily, trying hard not to kill him and he just coughed out more blood. The man bonded to a chair looks like he was at the brink of death and I badly want to kill him but I need him alive, need him to stay alive till I get Kira. That stubborn woman! I told her to be careful but nah, she chose to risk herself and now, I don't even know where to search for her anymore. Larry kept pleading innocent but he was the last person to be with Kira. "Don’t give me that innocent act, Larry!" I snarled, my fist connecting with his jaw again. His head snapped to the side, blood trickling from his split lip. "You were the last one with her. Where. Is. She?" Larry groaned, his swollen face contorted in pain. "I don’t know, Ashton! I swear! I went with her to discuss something important but we were attacked immediately we entered the room, we passed out and the next time I opened my eyes, I was here, I know I never liked t
Kira's POV. "You really need to escape from here, we don't want history repeating itself!" Morana's voice rang in my mind but I chose to ignore her as I looked at my children's picture, they weren't looking so happy... On a closer look, one would see that the smile was forced, my babies weren't happy and they looked sick! "You... We need to leave." Morana's weak voice came again and tears dropped from my eyes. She was still extremely weak but I could hear her voice. Sometimes, she goes totally quiet, almost as if she wasn't there. "I don't want to escape, Mo, those bastards have my children and look how they are, I don't know what to do." "So are you going to stay here? They'll turn you into their personal whore, you and I know they brought you here because they... They just want to fuck you, they can't get over you, they'll just turn you into their sex toys." Morana's words sent a chill down my spine. The thought of being reduced to nothing but a plaything for those three mon
Kira's POVMy heart skipped a beat. Morana stirred weakly within me, her voice laced with excitement. "He’s here. He’s coming for us."I pushed the surge of emotion down, keeping my expression neutral. “Who is Ashton?” Michael asked, narrowing his eyes.Newton glanced at me briefly before responding. “He’s… Kira’s lover. And the late son of Jones.”The room fell silent, the tension thick as the triplets processed this revelation. Christopher’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “You mean the son of the late Jones, the man Kira was sold to?”“Yes,” Newton confirmed, his tone grim. “And it seems he’s coming with intent. This is no casual visit. From what I’ve gathered, he’s highly feared in the mafia world. A powerful Don with ruthless strategies and he has the support of someone from the supernatural realm.”My heart raced, but I masked my shock. I couldn’t afford to let them see my confusion. Ashton? A feared Don? He’s just… my bodyguard and a fuck boy. Wasn't’t he?Christ
Kira's POV. Everywhere was a chaos around us, the sound of gunfire was exciting me and the constant ‘Boom’ Sound I was hearing from time to time got me grinning I was still on Christopher's shoulder, I know they weren't afraid of Ashton, they might be afraid a little because they don't know what they are facing but that's it to it, they are dangerous but Ashton's unexpected attack wasn't something they were expecting. "I think we should go and fight that human." Nicholas grunted in frustration and I just chuckled as Newton opened another underground door for us."Masters, I would not suggest that, according to one of my men, the humans have weapons that can kill werewolves, so please, let's just escape from here. I've asked my men to prepare cars for us, we'll be out of here in no time." Newton explained calmly and I rolled my eyes. I hate how calm they are, it only tells me that going against them wouldn't not be easy.Christopher huffed, clearly agitated but not entirely dismissi
Kira's POV. My eyes widened immediately Newton grabbed me from the car and shove me on the rocky floor but the pain didn't bother me a tad bit, my surprise was because of the bloodthirsty monsters in front of me, they weren't just wolf, they were wolf beasts and judging from their scent, they have magical powers too. "Shocked aren't you? How do you love my beastly toys, I'm hoping to turn you into one of these once the masters gives me the go ahead, I'll love to try out different experiments on you immortal body, you'll be my favorite weapon of all time, do you think your human lover stood a chance against my toys?" He laughed in a maniacal way. Newton's laughter echoed around the eerie space as I struggled to sit upright on the rocky floor. Goddess! I've always known Newton was a psycho but these... Goddess, why did you allow this to happen? I knew for sure that he has the support of the Triplet but dammit! I wanted to harm him but that looked impossible, my hands were still tied
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