What would you do if three hot men came to your doorstep claiming to be the father of your kids? I would slam the door against their faces. ***** Briar Ashford had everything—an ideal marriage, a loving mate, and a baby on the way. But her world shattered when she discovered her husband’s affair with her closest friend. The betrayal led to the loss of her baby and a burning desire for revenge. In a moment of reckless despair, she had a one-night stand with a stranger before fleeing to start anew. In her new town, the moon goddess grants her a second chance at motherhood, but the blessing comes with unexpected twists. Seven years later, Briar’s past collides with her present when three men show up at her doorstep, claiming to be the fathers of her children. How was this possible? She only had a one night stand with one man. Want to know more? Read and find out.
Lihat lebih banyakThe battlefield was a wasteland.
Bodies, both fresh and decaying, were strewn across the ground. A thick, unnatural fog hovered over the earth, masking the stench of death, but not enough to hide the horrors from anyone still standing.
Still fighting for this war that had gone for more than a week.
"Hold the line!" Marcus's voice boomed across the clearing, his silver hair matted with dirt and blood. His piercing blue eyes darted from one corner of the field to another. "Don’t let them break through!"
To his left, a Lycan tore through a vampire’s throat with a savage snarl. Blood splattered across his chest, the vampire’s body falling limp before hitting the dirt. The Lycan grunted, his yellow eyes flaring. "This is getting worse, Marcus. They’re faster. Stronger than normal. We can’t keep up."
Marcus spat on the ground, his jaw clenched. “We don’t have a choice, Jax. We either fight or die. You wanna run? Then go. But I’m not going down without tearing a few more apart.”
Jax wiped blood from his face, eyes flicking to the horde still charging at them
Vampires.
Pale-skinned, black-eyed, their fangs glinting in the dim moonlight.
“I’m not leaving. Just saying it like it is. They’ve been hitting us for days. The pack is tired. Hell, I’m tired. Being fighting for weeks without proper food or rest. At this rate we would all die.”
Marcus grunted in response, ducking just in time to avoid a spear thrust from one of the vampires. He twisted, slashing his claws across the vampire’s chest, sending it crashing to the ground. “Then be tired and fight tired. We don’t have the luxury to stop.”
Behind him, a werewolf named Seth staggered, blood seeping from a wound on his side. He clutched his stomach, stumbling over to Marcus. “We’re losing too many, man. This... this can’t go on.”
Marcus turned to face Seth, his expression hard but not without sympathy. “You think I don’t know that? But we can’t let them take what’s left of our land. We lose this ground, and we lose everything.”
Seth’s voice wavered, his face pale. “I don’t know how much longer we can hold them.”
Marcus’s eyes darkened. “Then we’ll die standing.”
Before Seth could respond, a roar shook the battlefield. It was deafening, like the cry of a thousand beasts. Both sides froze. Marcus turned, scanning the horizon. From the edge of the battlefield, a figure approached—a massive, hulking figure. His fur was dark as the night itself, and his red eyes glowed with a terrifying light.
The vampires hissed, retreating slightly, their fear palpable even from across the field.
“That’s him,” Jax muttered, his voice low. “The Blood Alpha.”
Marcus's chest tightened. He had heard stories—whispers of a creature that ruled both night and shadow, feared even by the vampires. He comes to put them in order and then he disappears as if he never existed.
But he hadn’t believed it. Not until now. Not until they were almost dead did he show mercy.
“Fall back!” one of the vampires screeched, retreating. “Retreat!”
They fled into the mist, vanishing as quickly as they had appeared, leaving the Lycans and werewolves standing in uneasy silence. The battle, for now, had ended.
Marcus exhaled, shaking his head. “We got lucky.”
“Lucky?” Jax scoffed, wiping his hands on his torn shirt. “You call that luck? We were damn near dead.”
“Better to be near dead than fully dead,” Marcus shot back, though his eyes stayed locked on the direction the vampires had retreated. “For now, we live.”
Seth limped over, clutching his side. “We won’t survive another attack like that. And you know they’ll come back. They always do.”
Marcus’s gaze hardened. “We’ll be ready. We have to be.”
Suddenly, from the far side of the clearing, a shout rang out. “Marcus! Over here!”
He turned, spotting a werewolf named Tanner kneeling by a small figure on the ground. Marcus’s brows furrowed as he approached, his steps heavy with caution.
“What is it?” he asked, crouching next to Tanner.
Tanner pointed. “Found her lying here. She’s still breathing. Barely.”
Marcus looked down. It was a girl. She couldn’t have been older than ten. Her small frame was caked in mud and blood, water streaming from her nose, and her breaths were shallow and ragged.
“Who is she?” Jax asked, coming up behind them.
“No idea,” Tanner said. “But she’s... strange. This was where the blood alpha stood a while ago. Do you think he brought her here?”
Marcus leaned closer, sniffing the air around the girl. His eyes widened. “Her wolf… it’s gone.”
Jax blinked. “What?”
“I can’t smell it,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “Her wolf’s been destroyed.”
Tanner’s face twisted in confusion. “Destroyed? What do you mean?”
Marcus stood, his eyes scanning the girl’s fragile form. “Someone ripped it out of her. Or worse. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Jax knelt beside her, frowning. “She’s just a kid. Who would do this?”
“Vampires, maybe,” Tanner offered. “They’re twisted like that.”
“No.” Marcus’s voice was flat, his gaze hard. “This wasn’t the vampires. This… was one of us.”
Seth, still clutching his side, groaned. “You’re saying a wolf did this to her? The blood alpha?”
Marcus nodded grimly. “Only a wolf could tear someone apart like this.”
Jax cursed under his breath. “What do we do with her?”
Marcus was silent for a moment, his mind racing. They couldn’t just leave her here. But they also couldn’t afford to take on more burdens. Their pack was already stretched thin. “Put her with the werewolves,” he said finally.
Tanner blinked in surprise. “You sure? If she wakes up—”
“If she wakes up, she’ll be an omega at best,” Marcus cut him off. “She won’t have much of a future. Not without her wolf.”
Jax frowned. “And if she doesn’t wake up?”
Marcus’s eyes darkened. “Then it’s one less life to worry about.”
Tanner and Jax exchanged uneasy glances, but neither argued. Tanner carefully lifted the girl into his arms, her limp form barely stirring.
“She’s just a kid,” Jax muttered again, shaking his head. “How could someone do this?”
Marcus’s voice was cold, emotionless. “War makes monsters of us all.”
As Tanner walked off with the girl, the rest of the pack began to regroup, their faces weary, their bodies battered. Marcus scanned the horizon again, his mind racing. The vampires would be back. And when they came, they’d come harder.
Jax clapped a hand on Marcus’s shoulder, his grip firm. “We’ll figure it out, man.”
“We better,” Marcus muttered, his eyes still on the horizon. “Because if we don’t, there won’t be anything left of us to fight for.”
Seth grunted from behind them, his face pale. “We need a plan. We can’t keep holding them off like this.”
Marcus nodded slowly. “We’ll pull back to the caves tonight. Fortify the entrance. Rest, if we can. Then tomorrow… tomorrow we make our stand.”
Jax frowned. “Against what? The Blood Alpha? The vampires? We can’t fight them all.”
“We don’t have a choice,” Marcus replied, his voice quiet but firm. “We either fight… or we die.”
The others nodded, though their eyes were clouded with doubt. It was clear they didn’t believe they’d make it out of this alive. And truthfully, neither did Marcus.
But he wasn’t going to tell them that.
As the pack began their slow, painful retreat toward the caves, Marcus lingered for a moment longer, his eyes drifting to where the girl had been lying. The thought of her haunted him. Who was she? How had she ended up in the middle of this hell? And what kind of monster would rip a child’s wolf from her?
His fists clenched at his sides, the anger rising in his chest. This war had already taken too much from them. Too many lives. Too much blood.
And now, it had taken something far worse. Innocence.
Marcus exhaled slowly, then turned and followed the others, his mind already planning for the battles to come
. The Great Divide was only beginning.
And if they were going to survive, they’d have to become the monsters they were fighting.
I laughed at their suggestion. “What are you guys? Babies?”The Lycan kings chuckled like I had just thrown down the gauntlet.“Oh, she has jokes,” Kylan said, already stretching like he was warming up for a marathon. “But you’ll be the one begging for a break in five minutes.”Kieran cracked his knuckles, his expression far too smug. “She clearly doesn’t know what kind of game she just agreed to.”Kai just smirked. “Three Lycans. One human. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?”I raised a brow. “Didn’t realize you were afraid of losing.”That did it.Kylan’s eyes glinted, his smirk widened into a grin. “You’ve got sixty seconds, Red. Better start hiding.”And just like that, I ran.I darted through the trees, heart racing—not from fear, but the thrill of it. The moon was high, casting silver light through the branches as I pushed through the underbrush, trying to gain some distance.But it was impossible to tell where they were. No footsteps. No rustling. Just wind.Too quiet.Then—A sudden
The sun had barely begun to dip when I heard the familiar patter of feet and the squeak of the front door opening.“Mummy!”I turned just in time to catch Luna barreling toward me, her backpack slipping halfway off her shoulder.“Hey, sweetheart.” I knelt, wrapping my arms around her tiny frame. She smelled like crayons and a bit of outside air. “Did you miss me today?”She nodded against my neck, clinging tighter. “A lot.”Finn wasn’t far behind. He stood at the doorway for a second before quietly shutting it behind him. His backpack was zipped neat and high on his back, his expression more cautious.“Finn,” I said gently, “come here.”He came — slower, more controlled — but when he finally wrapped his arms around me too, I held them both like I’d never let go.For a long minute, we just stood like that.“I wanted to talk to you both,” I said as I pulled back and led them to the couch. “About everything that’s been happening lately.”Luna frowned. “Is it because you were sick?”I nod
I moved to the counter slowly, ignoring the stares behind me. I needed something to hold. Something normal. Something hot.“Coffee?” I offered half-heartedly, reaching for a mug.“Here?” Lizbella scoffed from behind me. “No, thanks.”I glanced over my shoulder. “Still think the Lycan Kings are cursed?”Her mouth twitched. “Still think you’re not?”I forced a tired smile, pouring the coffee anyway. “Suit yourself.”She stepped into the kitchen finally, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Kai had disappeared somewhere—I didn’t know when—but Kieran was still nearby, quiet. Watching. But he was holding a magazine of ladies in bikinis. But it was upside down. Idiot. Eventually he got up and left. Kylan also disappeared to. Regardless Lizbella stood beside me. She was still as beautiful as ever. Perfect and the kind of woman who never seemed to have a hair out of place. Lizbella’s eyes didn’t leave me. “So… the only reason I finally get to see you again is because the council
"As long as you don't go crazy and kill us," Kieran said, voice dry as ever.I shot him a glare through watery eyes. “Not funny.”Kai had already moved closer, his fingers carefully undoing the chains wrapped around my wrists.His touch was quiet. Gentle. Each click of the locks made me exhale a little easier.“I’m sorry,” he murmured, not meeting my gaze. “We didn’t know what else to do.”I didn’t respond. My throat was still tight.The last shackle dropped to the floor with a metallic clink. I rubbed my wrists instinctively—angry red marks circling them.But before I could say anything, Kai leaned forward, took one of my wrists in his palm… and pressed a kiss against the irritated skin.I froze.The warmth of his lips lingered for only a second—but the sting vanished instantly. I blinked, stunned, and looked down. The marks were gone.“Kai?” I breathed. “How did you…?”He chuckled softly, standing back to his full height. “I can do a lot of things, my love.”My stomach flipped a lit
I stood still.The water dripped from my hair. My skin still glowed faintly, markings humming beneath the surface. The silence around me wasn’t peaceful—it was coiled. Like a held breath.I was naked. But I didn’t feel cold. I didn’t feel… anything. Not properly.And their eyes—God, they were staring.Kai.Kylan.Kieran.They stood frozen near the edge of the spring, all three looking like they wanted to move closer but didn’t dare.“She’s not… blinking,” Kylan muttered.“She’s not Briar,” Kai replied, his voice low and sharp.Something twitched in my chest. I didn’t know if it was anger or sadness. Something flickered. I looked down at the water swirling around my waist. It was still listening. Ready.“What if she screams again?” Kylan whispered. “What if she vaporizes us this time?”I looked up slowly.Kai didn’t move. “Then we hope she remembers who we are before it happens.”Kylan turned to him. “Oh great. Hope. Yeah, that’ll totally keep our bodies from turning to smoke.”“Be qu
Briar's POVEverything was quiet.Not in the way silence normally is. This wasn’t just the absence of sound.This… this was peace.I didn’t feel pain anymore. No heaviness in my chest. No burning behind my eyes. No panic clawing at the edge of my lungs.Just warmth.Gentle warmth, wrapping around my limbs like velvet.And light.So much light.I opened my eyes.I wasn’t at the road with vampires anymore.I was underwater.I could breathe.The water was so clear it felt like air. Light trickled in from above, dancing across the surface in golden ribbons. Everything glowed softly hues of blue and green and silver that shimmered with every tiny ripple.I looked down.I still had legs.No tail. No change. I wasn't a fish.And yet… it felt different.My skin was glowing. Lines trailed up my arms like ink beneath the surface—glowing faintly, moving ever so slightly like they were alive.I moved feeling free. As if in a long time I could actually breathe. I wasn't alone here. Figures moved
Kai’s POVShe hadn’t moved in over an hour.Not even a twitch.I stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes locked on her still figure as the storm inside me brewed heavier than the clouds outside. The kids had fallen asleep again, one on each side of her, their small hands curled against her arms like they were trying to keep her tethered to the world.I couldn’t stop staring.Because if I stopped staring… I might have to admit how scared I actually was.The power he felt emitted from her wasn’t wolf. Wasn’t anything I’d seen in a long time. It smelled old. Too old. Old like the vampires. Kylan entered the room quietly, a bottle of water in his hand and his entire posture screaming guilt.I hadn't asked him what had happened because I was thinking about ways to sort this out. I didn’t look at him when I asked, “What happened out there?”He sat on the edge of the table across from me, rubbing the back of his neck. “She passed out. After vaporizing a group of rogues and vampires. All
Kylan’s POVI could feel her heart beating erratically against me, her body still limp in my arms as I carried her through the forest, away from the wreckage.Briar was barely conscious, her breathing shallow, and that alone sent a panic that ran through me faster than I’d ever run in my wolf form.I knew something was wrong, but the sight of her collapsing—her body betraying her like that—had set off every protective instinct I had.I couldn’t wait for any help. I didn’t even think. I just needed to get her somewhere safe.Her head hung in my arms like a ragdoll, and I felt her weak pulse in my hands, her skin clammy with the sweat of whatever fever she’d caught from the siren power taking over.I abandoned the car the second I realized she wasn’t waking up. It didn’t matter that I wasn’t alone. What mattered was her. Always her.I shifted fast, fur sprouting across my body. The moment my Lycan form took over, I scooped her up, feeling the heat of her skin against my fur. My paws hit
The silence was suffocating.The last rogue fell as ash to the earth, drifting like dust on a dead wind.My chest heaved. My vision blurred.I didn’t understand what just happened. My scream—it had done something. Something terrifying.How? I had killed someone. Well not someone. Couple of people. Wait…Kylan.The screwdriver was still at my feet, but I barely noticed it now.I pushed open the car door stepping outside. “Kylan!” I screamed. Please no. Ease let me not have hurt him.“Briar!” He called out. I turned to see him and I sighed in relief. He was already shifting mid-sprint, fur retracting into skin, claws vanishing as his towering figure emerged from the trees, shirtless, panting, his eyes wild.“Briar!” he called, panic etched into every corner of his voice. “Where are you—”His eyes locked on me.And something in his face… froze.I turned to him fully now. I didn’t run to.him. I didn’t cry or shout in anger. I… smiled.My lips curved, slow. Calculated. Seductive. My
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