Kane’s POV The study was dimly lit the curtains drawn to block out the evening sun. I sat in the chair closest to the fireplace, its embers glowing faintly as if reflecting the tension in the room. Klaus leaned casually against the doorframe his arms crossed, a wicked smile playing on his lips as if he knew something none of us did. Keith was standing by the window with his back to us, staring out at the sprawling garden as though gathering his thoughts. He came back with his dick barely able to stay between his pants and he kept gritting his teeth. He must’ve done something he shouldn’t with Gianna. Good for him. I watched him, my patience running thin. He hadn’t said a word since we’d come in here and I could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on all of us. Finally, I cleared my throat. The silence won’t help either of us here. “Well?” I said my voice cutting through the quiet. “Are you going to tell us what she said or are we supposed to guess?” Keith turned slowly,
King’s POVSitting in my office, the usual hum of activity outside the thick oak doors felt distant and muted almost like the universe had hit pause on everything except the chaos in my mind. Liam and Tom sat across from me, their expressions unreadable though I could feel their tension. The room was heavy, suffocating even though no one had spoken in minutes. She was gone. I knew it the second I walked into my cabin that morning. The bed was too perfectly made not a wrinkle in sight. The air carried only the faintest trace of her scent, like she’d been gone long enough for it to start fading. And then there was the hoodie my favorite damn hoodie that she never went anywhere without. Gone. Just like her. The letter had been on the nightstand, folded neatly. Her handwriting sharp but slightly hurried, stared back at me. “I’m leaving for good. Whatever your endgame is, I don’t want to be part of it. I’ve tried, but this is too messy. I hope your beautiful mate gives you everythi
Gianna’s POVLying in bed, I stared at the ceiling willing my thoughts to focus on anything but him. King. The very name felt like a cruel joke mocking me with memories I wanted to forget but couldn’t. Was he with her now? His mate? That gorgeous girl was definitely his type. Maybe he was making slow passionate love to her, whispering things he never said to me. Or maybe he wasn’t gentle at all. Maybe he had her on her knees, pulling her hair, spanking her, choking her, like he did me. Like he did to to me when he couldn't control himself. I gritted my teeth my nails digging into my palms as I rolled onto my side. Why they hell do I even want to know what he does with her? I’m also here with my mates aren’t I? That’s all that matter. “I don’t care,” I hissed into the empty room my voice shaking. “I really don’t.” But the ache in my chest told me otherwise. With a frustrated groan I pushed myself up and sat on the edge of the bed letting my hair fall over my face. My thoughts sh
Gianna’s POVThe next morning I deciddd to go tell the triplets my decision. The library was dimly lit its towering shelves casting long shadows across the room as I approached the double doors. My heartbeat drummed in my ears, each step heavier than the last. I knew they were inside. The triplets. My mates. But before I could open the door I caught sight of Helena and Ingrid pressed against the frame like children caught stealing from the cookie jar. Their flushed faces and wide eyes told me everything I needed to know they were eavesdropping. Uh huh. “What are you two doing?” I asked crossing my arms. They jumped, scrambling to straighten their skirts as if they hadn’t just been caught. Ingrid elbowed her and hissed something under her breath before they both scurried down the hallway like rats fleeing a sinking ship. “N-nothing,” Helena stammered, her cheeks blooming red.I rolled my eyes. Pathetic. When I used to be patheti few years ago because I found out through eavesdro
Gianna's POVTheir hands were everywhere around me gentle yet insistent as if they couldn’t get enough of me. as if they have been waiting for ages to do this. i can feel their breath all over me and i licked my lips wondering whether i also want this deep down. It feels too good to not want to be honest. there is no bond as the one you have with you mates.Klaus’s fingertips brushed the side of my neck sending shivers down my spine while Kane’s hand settled possessively on my waist. Keith was the boldest, his lips tracing a path from my temple to my jaw each kiss igniting a fire that I couldn’t seem to douse. I feel so wanton and the way my scent changed in the air gave me away.My mind screamed at me to pull away, to stop this before it became something I couldn’t take back. But my body betrayed me melting under their touch. Every caress, every kiss was a reminder of the bond between us the magnetic pull that I’d tried so hard to deny. There is no denying since I'm back. It was the
Keith’s POVWhen she left, the air in the room felt heavier, like all the life had been sucked out of it. Her words echoed in my head sharp and unrelenting. The words played over and over in my head like a fucking broken recorder. “Stop thinking about courting me. Stop thinking about proving yourselves.”I stood there with my brother rooted to the spot watching as Gianna’s figure disappeared down the hallway. Her scent lingered soft, floral and entirely her. It was intoxicating, maddening even and yet it wasn’t enough to fill the void she left behind. It feels so empty. “She’s doing this for the people. Not for us.” Kane muttered darkly as he let out a heavy sigh raking a hand through his hair. “No. She’s doing it because she thinks she has no other choice because we don’t deserve her. I said, my voice firm because we all know I’m right. “She’s willing to sacrifice herself for the curse. For everyone else. But what about herself? What about what she wants?” Klaus leaned against th
Kane’s POVThe air was thick with tension, buzzing with an energy I couldn’t quite place. We were all on edge with Keith pacing by the window and Klaus leaning against the far wall muscled arms crossed and silent, his expression unreadable. And me? I sat on the edge of the bed running my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. We didn’t say much. There wasn’t much to say. Words felt pointless when every nerve in my body was strung tight waiting for her to walk through that door. I am aroused as much as I am nervous whether she’d turn up or not. When it finally opened the world stopped moving and I held my breath. Gods she was so fucking beautiful my chest aches. How could someone be this good looking with a frown? Gianna stepped inside the soft glow of the candlelight framing her like some kind of goddess. She wore a simple dress the fabric brushing against her curves in a way that made my throat go dry. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders and her
Klaus’s POVShe lies beneath me a vision of vulnerability wrapped in defiance. Her skin glows in the candlelight, every curve and line of her body beckoning me closer daring me to touch. She’s fighting it even now her eyes glinting with uncertainty but her body... her body is already ours. As she sits up, ready to protest I take my chance, pulling her dress over her head in one swift motion. The garment lands somewhere in the corner of the room, forgotten. I lower myself beside her, resting on my side tracing the elegant curve of her waist with my fingertips. “Shh,” I murmur soothing her though I know she isn’t the type to quiet easily. Her wide eyes are fixed on me, stunned into silence. I release her wrists sliding my arm beneath her head so she’s cradled against me lying in the crook of my arm. She’s bathed in my shadow now, and I can feel the tension radiating from her mingling with something deeper, something that calls to me. She said she doesn’t want us to make it nice
Gianna’s POVI lingered in my chambers for a while after the children left, letting the quiet settle over me. The weight of their words still clung to me wrapping around my ribs like a vice. My children were happy here and so effortlessly happy and that should have been enough. But deep down, I knew better. This peace was temporary like all the places we’ve been and I feel like a terrible mother for not doing anything possible to make them feel safe in one place. I was hoping they’d be together with their real biological parents. That is proving to be hard. A war loomed on the horizon with its shadow stretching closer with each passing day. And no matter how much I wished for my children to remain untouched by it, I knew that was impossible. I exhaled softly and rose from the bed heading toward the armoire. The staff had already laid out a selection of clothes for me and flowing dresses in delicate fabrics all far too formal for my taste. I ignored them and instead reached for so
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