Kira's POV. Ashton’s question hung in the air, thick with tension. His intense gaze bore into me, and for a moment, I faltered. Fear wasn’t something I was willing to admit, not to him or anyone.I turned on my heel, determined to leave, but before I could take another step again, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around. His strength caught me off guard, and in one swift motion, he pushed me back onto the bed.“What the hell, Ashton?!” I snarled, struggling to push him off me. But my strength felt like it had vanished, my body betraying me in a way I couldn’t comprehend. That damn wolf was responsible for this, I just know it deep in my guts! “Stop fighting me, Kira,” he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of command. His hands pinned mine above my head as he hovered over me, his face mere inches from mine. “For once, just stop.”The anger bubbling inside me collided with a strange, unwelcome vulnerability. I glared up at him, my chest heaving with frustratio
Kira's POV. "Ma'am, Isabella is in the building, what should I do about it, should I send her back home?" Jonas asked as we headed to the meeting room but I just waved him away. I'm more interested in the meeting at hand, meeting with all the mafia Lords under me, I don't know the sudden reason why they'd called for a meeting but I'm pretty sure it was important. "Just let her play her game, I want to see what she's up to this time around, I'm intrigued by her attacks, let's see what she plans to do again this time." Jonas hesitated for a moment before nodding, clearly unsure of how to handle my casual indifference toward Isabella’s antics. "Understood, ma’am. I’ll keep an eye on her.""Good," I muttered, brushing past him as I stepped into the grand meeting room. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. All the mafia lords were already seated, their expressions ranging from guarded to openly hostile. Something was definitely
Kira's POV. "You can call Ashton to come help you with your training, you know." Mo suggested but I just rolled my eyes as I constantly kicked the dummy in front of me. I don't need Ashton, I can train by myself. "He's the only one strong enough to stand against you and you know that, the rest always give up, run away or end up passing out." She whined and I sighed."The last time Ashton came to this place, he used a gun to fuck me, it was a crazy experience, I need my focus and not some distractions!" I snapped at her and my face heated up at the thought of Ashton's last visit to the training room. It was impossible not to recall the smirk on his face as he teased me, completely unbothered by the chaos we created. My face flushed as the memory replayed itself in my mind.“Exactly,” Morana teased. “And wasn’t that just the kind of ‘training’ you needed? Maybe he can remind you how to relax and focus at the same time.”“Shut up, Mo,” I growled, delivering a hard kick to the dummy tha
Kira's POV. Isabella leaped at me, her bloodlust thick and tangible in the air. Her massive form blurred as she closed the distance between us in an instant. I braced myself, Morana growling fiercely in my mind as she took control of our movements."She’ll regret this," Morana hissed, her voice dripping with rage.I ducked just as Isabella’s claws slashed through the space where my head had been a second earlier. The force of her attack sent a gust of wind past me, and I wasted no time retaliating. My claws extended as I swung upward, aiming for her exposed side.She let out a sharp yelp as my claws made contact, leaving a deep gash along her flank. Isabella’s wolf stumbled back but quickly recovered, her glowing eyes narrowing in fury."Is that all you’ve got?" I taunted in my mind and Morana growled, her massive form overwhelming Isabella's wolf who shifted back. Morana’s dominance surged through me as she fully took over. Her fury was high, a tempest roaring inside both of us. Is
Kira's POV. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at the magnificent wolf in front of me, "Our mate is a wolf Kira, can you believe this, he's a fucking werewolf!" Morana pounced excitedly in me but I was too mad to acknowledge her, too mad and surprised at the same time, her constant shrill voice in my head made me cuss, " Shut your trashy mouth Mo, I can clearly see he's a damn werewolf, do you have to scream my head down?!" I fired angrily, hot unwanted tears leaving my eyes and I wish I knew why those tears were falling from my eyes. The huge wolf before me stood tall, powerful, with sleek black fur that shimmered under the dim light. His piercing red eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink around us. It was Ashton. My supposed human bodyguard. My…mate.Morana let out a gleeful howl in my mind. "Our mate is perfect! Look at him! So strong, so..."“SHUT UP!” I screamed aloud, cutting her off. The sound echoed in the room, but Ashton didn’t flinch. He st
Kira's POV. "Pouring your anger on a poor dummy wouldn't change the fact that our mate is out there, doing goddess knows what, we don't even know where he is, you hurt him Kira, you really hurt him and I'll not forgive you if anything happens to him!" Morana growled angrily at me and I punched the dummy harder, I needed to unwind."He's gonna be fine, he's a damn werewolf, nothing will happen to him, besides, he's his own man, just like I'm my own woman, stop annoying me!""You're so frustrating, Kira," Morana hissed. "He’s not just a werewolf...he’s our mate! Do you even understand what that means? It’s not just about you, it’s about us!"I rolled my eyes, punching the dummy with even more force. "I’m not having this conversation with you. Not now, not ever. He’s fine, Morana. Probably out there plotting his next move or finding someone else to annoy."Morana growled in frustration, her energy pulsing within me like an uncontrollable storm. "You’re heartless! You know he’s hurting,
Kira's POV. I searched the weapon room for some of my weapons, I have no idea where I had kept them last, "Will you act fast, our mate is in danger!" Morana screamed angrily and I just sighed, I was confused and didn't even know what to do. Suddenly, the door swung open, "we're ready ma'am, we're waiting for you." Jonas informed me but I just nodded."Where are my favorite daggers and guns?"Jonas raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of urgency and confusion. “You left them in the training room last week, ma’am. I’ll have someone fetch them if you’d like.”I let out a frustrated huff, my patience thinning. “Forget it. I’ll find them myself.” I brushed past Jonas, my focus solely on preparing for the mission.Morana was a storm in my mind, her growls and snarls relentless. “He doesn’t have time for your disorganization, Kira. Move faster!”“I’m moving, Morana! Stop pushing me!” I snapped back internally, clenching my fists as I stormed into the training room.There they were...my
Kira's POV."Can I tear them apart?" Kira pounced excitedly and there was anger in her too. "Calm down my love." I chuckled and began to move forward, my sword gleaming, halting, I looked at the men with weapons pointed at me and sigh softly."You idiots never learn not to mess with me, how many more examples do I have to make? How many will I have to kill?!" The men hesitated, their guns trembling slightly as they aimed at me. I could see the uncertainty in their eyes, the flicker of fear that even their bravado couldn’t mask. I took another step forward, dragging my sword along the ground, the sharp sound grating against the silence of the room."Drop your weapons," I ordered, my voice cold and commanding. "Unless you want to join the corpses outside."One of them sneered, his confidence faltering. "You're just one woman," he said, but his voice wavered. "We outnumber you."I let out a low, humorless laugh. "And yet, you're shaking." I pointed the bloodied tip of my sword at him.
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