Gianna’s POVWaking slowly, I reached out, but the bed was empty. My hand touched only the cool sheets, and for a moment, I felt a little lost. I was sure I didn’t sleep in this bed alone. There was warmth here with me. Power even. The tenderness between my thighs reminded me of everything that happened last night, a quiet thrill running through me as I remembered their touch, their whispers. And somehow, despite my surprise, it felt... right.I rolled over, catching sight of a tray by the bed with breakfast, and a single red rose resting on the edge. A small card lay beside it, with a simple message. I read the message over and over againRest, Gianna. We’ll be back soon.A smile spread across my face, warm and unstoppable, filling my chest with a flutter I hadn’t felt in a long time. I picked up the rose, its soft petals brushing my fingers as I held it close. It was so beautiful but roses were never my favorite flower. But they gave me. They’d thought of me. They’d taken the time
Gianna’s POVThe weeks drifted by like a fevered dream. Every night was a tangle of heat and intensity, their touches growing bolder, more possessive. It was as though each of them held back just enough to keep from devouring me completely, but every time we met, that restraint seemed to fray a little more. It is a battle of will from what I can see and I’m not sure how to feel about it. I could feel it in the way their hands lingered, the way they looked at me as though they were starving. I couldn’t quite tell if they were trying to stay away or if I was imagining that momentary pause, that held breath. But somehow, every night, it always ended the same , with all of them pulling me close, igniting every nerve in me until we lost ourselves again and again, sometimes until dawn broke against the palace walls.They left each morning, and I’d wake alone, my body aching, a delicious soreness lingering as a reminder of what we’d shared and very very COLD. They’d leave behind soft-spok
Gianna’s POV Their voices continued while I remained hidden, feeling numb and way too stunned to move. My brain has stopped working too. “I’ve missed you in my bed, Kane” Helena’s voice was a throaty whisper that grated on my last nerves. That wasn’t even her real voice! “It’s been too long.” Her voice dripped with so much confidence that twisted something sharp in my chest. Confidence that she knows he is hers and he knows that too. Are they mates? But I’m sure all three are mine. I felt it! But why does it not feel so? Kane chuckled, a sound I had once thought was warm and tingly but now it felt detached, as if I’d been seeing only what he wanted me to see. He was always so fucking reserved and fake around me. “We’ve been busy” he replied, his tone softening just for her. I could practically feel his grin through the wall. “Klaus kept me company earlier cause he couldn’t stand his little mate.” Ingrid said or more like purred. The words were so nonchalant, lik
Gianna’s POV I sat against the wall, my body pressed into the cool stone, my hand over my mouth to muffle the sobs that shook me. Their voices continued to drift from the other side of the door, carefree and certain, as they talked about their futures… futures that didn’t include me. I was never part of it. “We’ll finally be able to start a family” I heard Klaus say with a warmth I’d once thought reserved for me. "Without any hindrances." Hopeful I would break the curse for them. And then, in the silence that followed, I felt it, a soft flutter. A faint little nudge in my stomach, as if something very small was reaching out gently and insistently reminding me of its presence. Telling me to divert my attention. I froze my tears momentarily forgotten, my breath catching as I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach. It was tiny, barely there, but I felt it. A kick. My child. A CUB in my womb. A thousand emotions flooded me, a mixture of disbelief, fear, and something ten
Gianna’s POV The triplets came into the room that night, their faces soft with something close to concern. They moved in as if nothing had changed, as if everything were the same between us. Klaus, his steady gaze, brushed his fingers over my cheek. I hated that I shuddered at the feel of him. I should hiss and call him a bloody playboy and bastard but I swallowed it. Kane was right beside him, holding my hand and toying with my fingers as he usually does. As if he didn’t go fuck another woman right before coming here. Thinking about it, I can smell the girls all over them. I wouldn’t think it’s something because they said they were siblings! Tears burned behind my eyes again but I blinked them away. Keith stood at the foot of the bed, watching me closely searching my face for something I wouldn’t give. Like he could feel the energy I was giving. He was always so observant. “You alright, love?” Kane’s voice was low, almost tender, and it made me grit my teeth. That was
Gianna’s POVFor seventeen days I wandered through the endless dark woods clutching my aching belly and praying that one of these packs would show me mercy. But alas, none of them did. I’m so tired. Every pack I approached turned me away with glares or cold rejection, labeling me a ‘rogue’ the moment I stepped near. One even tried to chain me because I don’t deserve to ‘roam’ freely when I’m a danger. A fragile girl carrying a baby in her womb danger? I don’t understand how some of these wolves really think sometimes. I was so so exhausted. My body screamed for food and rest my skin bruised from sleeping against tree roots on the floor and my clothes were soaked through with sweat and dirt. I smell like wet dead rat. I’d never had to survive like this before because I wasn’t even allowed out of the pack and it showed. I didn’t know the first thing about hunting and I’m left here with little more than scraps. I got money but there is nothing to buy in the woods. Why did Nyx even t
Gianna’s POVThe intimidating man stepped forward, his gaze dark and unreadable and without so much as a glance at me, he turned his fury onto the guards behind me. I watched frozen, as he landed a powerful punch squarely in each of their faces, sending them reeling back. Blood rolled from their noses as they crumpled to their knees, clutching their faces in agony. I winced because even though they deserve I know that gotta hurt so bad I don’t want to imagine. Then I blinked, completely taken aback as he towered over them his silent anger more terrifying than any words. I could feel it vibrating through him and the terror in the guards faces. The guards turned their battered faces towards me, eyes filled with shame as they stammered out apologies. Meanwhile I stared at him like a gaping fish cause what in the heaven just happened?“I’m so… so sorry miss” one managed to say through a busted lip.“Forgive us, please” the other mumbled, looking at the ground.I barely heard them. My f
Gianna’s POV I stayed in the tub long after the water turned cold, my fingers wrinkling and my skin chilled. It didn’t matter. The icy water somehow matched the storm swirling inside me. I wanted it to cool the angry fire within me. My thoughts ran wild jumping between the problems of the last few weeks and the strange home I’d somehow stumbled into. Though this looks too much like a a staged something than coincidence. A knock sounded at the door. Just one soft but firm and it sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t demanding yet it carried a silent command that made me sit up. I climbed out of the tub water dripping off me as I glanced around for a towel. My eyes landed on a small one, barely large enough for drying hair sitting on a hook nearby. I frowned. This wouldn’t work. Wrapping my arms around myself I cracked the door open to ask for something else. But before I could say a word, he was already there holding out a proper towel. His timing startled me as if he’d kn
Gianna’s POVA gentle warmth filtered through the curtains, brushing against my skin and coaxing me into consciousness. My body stirred against the soft sheets, my fingers instinctively reaching out beside me only to find the space empty. I blinked, the remnants of sleep clinging to me as I turned my head staring at the unruffled side of the bed where Kane had slept beside me just hours ago. He was gone. The absence of his warmth sent a ripple of unease through me. Not because i needed him there but because for a fleeting moment in the night, I had allowed myself to surrender to the comfort of not being alone. And it’s safe to say I enjoyed lying there beside Kane. He is so soft and comfortable. I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist as I ran a hand through my tangled hair. The room was quiet except for the distant sounds of the estate waking up doors opening, hushed voices of the staff moving through the halls. Before I could gather my thoughts, a soft knock echoed f
Gianna’s POVThe darkness was suffocating.L with thick and , inky tendrils curled around my ankles snaking up my legs, tightening like unseen hands dragging me under. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free. I clawed at the emptiness, gasping for air but it was like breathing in ash. Then I heard him. A voice that was both familiar and terrifying. Smooth, deep, dripping with possession. A voice that had made me want to do the unthinkable and coaxed me into orgasming once. "Running from me, little dove?"My breath caught and I twisted frantically, searching the endless void for the source of the voice. I knew who it belonged to. Knew the way his presence sent an unbearable shiver down my spine. Both oleasant and unpleasant shivers. King. His name was a whisper in my mind, a curse and a prayer all at once. The darkness shifted, morphing into something tangible, something alive. Then he was there stepping out of the abyss as if he had been born from it, his towering fo
King’s POVThe night was thick with anticipation, the air electric with the promise of war. From my vantage point on the rocky outcrop overlooking the battlefield I watched as the first wave of our forces surged forward, their movements swift and merciless. Shadows stretched long across the land, twisting and writhing like living things beneath the eerie glow of the moon. The Shadowlands loomed before us dark and defiant but tonight, tonight, they would fall. They will feel what they should have felt from the beginning. We should have waited. We should have followed the plan, given it more time, allowed the enemy to sink deeper into their false sense of security before launching this assault. That was what Liam and Tom had wanted. That was what we had meticulously prepared for. But patience had never been my virtue. Not when they had taken what was MINE. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire raging inside me. Gi
Gianna’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth. The second was the weight of an arm draped possessively across my waist, pinning me to the mattress. The scent was intoxicating and I wanted to snuggle more into it but I couldn’t. It was. Keith. His slow, steady breathing tickled the back of my neck, and I swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the way our bodies were tangled together. My legs were still sore my skin still humming from everything that had happened the night before. I turned my head slightly, just enough to glance at him. Even in sleep, he looked intense, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, his sharp jaw slack with rare softness. His grip on me tightened when I shifted as if even unconscious, he refused to let me go. A part of me didn’t mind. But another part the one grounded in reality reminded me that whatever last night was, it didn’t change anything. Keith was still one of the three Alpha Kings who had made my life a waking nightmare. And I
Keith’s POV"YES." The word, whispered and breathless, sent a shiver through me. I leaned in, my mouth crashing against hers fierce and possessive before pulling her into my arms. She gasped as I threw her over my shoulder, and the sound of her startled laughter was followed by my name tumbling from her lips. "Keith!" The grin tugging at my lips was anything but innocent. My hand smacked her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet, and she flinched before letting out a greedy little moan. The sound went straight to my core stirring something dark and primal. "You're playing a dangerous game, Gianna" I murmured, trailing my hand over her reddening cheek squeezing that soft flesh before landing another sharp slap. Her high-pitched squeal was music to my ears. Crossing the threshold of my room, I tossed her onto the bed with ease. She landed with a bounce, her dark hair spilling around her in waves, and that mischievous smile curved her lips, daring me to lose control. That lingeri
Kane’s POVThe morning light seeped through the heavy curtains casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, groaning softly as I shifted under the weight of exhaustion.My muscles ache which was a reminder of how wild the night before was. For a moment I thought I was still dreaming until the warmth against my chest pulled me fully into consciousness. It was Gianna. And I was the only one that didn’t fuck here yesterday. She was exhausted by those fuckers. Her small soft and luscious frame was pressed against me still naked, her hair fanning over my shoulder like a silken veil. She was so mesmerizing even this early in the morning with thoroughly sexed look. I blinked taking in the peaceful expressions of Keith and Klaus sprawled across the enormous bed. Unlike me, they were dead to the world their breathing deep and even. And then I felt it a soft, wet sensation trailing up my chest setting my already hard morning cock on fire. It was ramrod now and aching.My breath hitched as
Gianna’s POVThe water soaked us both and Klaus’s hand trailed to my thing. The only piece of clothing I totally forgot to remove. Who even wore it for me last night? Probably one of the brothers. His hand tugs my soaked thong to the side and I cover my gasp against his neck as he slides his finger between my folds. He spreads my wetness on my clit before pinching it painfully. I push closer as he circles my opening but doesn’t penetrate me. Toying. Edging. Teasing.But never letting me chase the ecstasy his skillful touch brings. Klaus is so wicked. I feel empty yet full and it’s a twisted sensation I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Even now, his control hasn’t snapped while I’m all sorts of fucked up. My body craves the orgasm but its waiting for his permission. My hand still on his wrist, I push in a silent plea to give me something. Anything. I buck against his palm in wicked pleasure when he listens and shoves his finger in achingly slow. Damn it! It’s not enough. Hating hi
Gianna’s POVHis only reply came in the form of his dropping to his stomach and hoisting my legs over his shoulders. Gods this man is obsessed with my pussy. It took everything in me not to tighten my thighs around his head and urge him closer.“Do you know what I like to do with my candy?” He asked his nose nudging against my pussy his heated breath brushing my sensitivity. “What?” I asked with a silent gulp. His gaze steadied on mine as he placed soft kisses on my inner thigh. “I like to savor it. One lick at a time…” He was toying with me making my breath hitch every time he looked like he would take me in her mouth. “…until every bit of the hard shell is gone and that warm center melts in my mouth.”The right corner of his lips elevated as he kissed my entrance and then he looked back up at me. “Will you melt for me, baby?”My jaw was practically trembling as I whispered. “Yes.”Deliberately, he licked me. Tortured me. Tasted me. Feasted on me. Every suck of his lips and stroke
Gianna’s POVFUCK, I needed him to move faster. I was sure I would climax the moment he moved my underwear. I had nearly come at just being bent over his lap. Each slap had sent a pulse through my core and down into my already throbbing clit. His mouth was back on my nipple, and I rocked and arched into the sensation as he sucked and squeezed the tautness between his teeth. With one arm beneath me, his other traveled down my side, pausing to grip my hip, my ass and the thigh of my bent leg. My arms were already starting to ache above my head at his slow pace. Every time his tongue swirled on my nipple, or he teased me I bucked my hips against his, utterly desperate for that friction.He chuckled on my skin, tongue flicking at my breast as the very tips of his fingers slid up my inner thigh “Is this what you want?” He asked. His breath heated over my wet peak fingers practically dancing over my pussy. “Yes!” I almost cried.“Yes, what?” His voice was stern. Commanding. Painstakingly