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
King’s POVShe sat across from me, her hands trembling as she held the spoon. I watched her closely, every twitch of her fingers every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. She wasn’t eating anymore. Her appetite had disappeared the moment I sat down, and I could practically feel the storm raging inside her. She’s such a firecracker hiding it behind a docile little girl. She was nervous. She was scared. And she was trying to hide it. She wasn’t doing much job at doing so. The scent of her unease filled the room but it wasn’t just that. There was something else, something deeper more fragile. It wasn’t just her. It was the cub. I’d cooked the stew because I knew she needed it not because I was hungry. The second I’d seen her I’d understood. She was lost, broken, and carrying something far more precious than her pain. She was working more to make her child healthy than for herself. It’s written all over her and that makes me feel emotion I haven’t felt in a while. Pride. I l
Gianna’s POVThe aftermath of our time together left my body humming, my toes still curling from the way King had thoroughly claimed me. I had never been touched, taken or loved like that before. My entire being felt sated yet a hollow ache crept into the corners of my mind. I wished for a fleeting moment that we could rewind time, fall back into each other’s arms and relive that euphoric high. But I knew better. I always knew better. Sleep found me quickly, pulling me under like a heavy wave, but even in my dreams, his touch lingered.I woke to the gentle press of his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. My eyes fluttered open to find him gazing at me with a softness that unraveled me further. His lips found mine, the kiss tender yet charged with an unspoken intensity. This time, when he moved over me, it wasn’t fast or frenzied. He made love to me as if he knew. As if he could sense that this was goodbye. Each thrust was deliberate every touch reverent and when he whispered
Gianna’s POVI woke up feeling hollow, my heart a quiet, fragile thing, trembling with every beat. The weight of everything pressed down on my chest like a hand squeezing the life out of me. My heart was too soft, too eager to love and it had betrayed me again. Why the hell did I think falling for King was a good idea? Why the hell is it that I don’t have control over my heart whatsoever? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my decision as solid as the cold floor beneath my feet. I’d made up my mind. I was going to sleep with King get it out of the way. Just once. Just to know how it felt. And then I’d leave this godforsaken place for good. I couldn’t stay. Not when everything inside me screamed to run. The thought of being here, bound to him watching my heart break little by little, it wasn’t a life. It was a slow death. By nightfall, I was standing outside his door, my hand trembling as I reached for the knob. My mind was chaos, my emotions a war zone. But my body… My
King’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, a sound so soft it shouldn’t have been able to stir anything. But it did. My jaw clenched, my fists tightening at my sides as I leaned against the wall trying to collect myself. My body still ached, still burned with need but my frustration? That boiled hotter. Alice. She had the nerve to come back now, after I warned her not to? After everything she’d done, after all the chaos she’d caused, she thought she could walk back into my life like nothing happened? I shoved off the wall, raking a hand through my hair. My mind felt like a damn battlefield every thought crashing into the next nothing making sense. My need for Gianna hell, my need to claim her, to have her still roared inside me but it clashed against the anger Alice stirred. Dragging my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Liam. It rang twice before he answered, his voice calm and collected, the exact opposite of mine. “She’s back.” I said, my words clipped, my voice low. “I f
Gianna’s POVI pushed the door open slowly, feeling the ache in my legs the pulse of the orgasm he’d pulled from me still thrumming through my body. The room was dim with only moonlight streaming in through the curtains and there he was sprawled on the couch like he’d been waiting for me the whole time. He sat up the moment I walked in, his dark eyes locking onto mine. There was something anxious about the way he looked, like he had something to say and couldn’t wait a second longer. I could feel the tension coming off him but I wasn’t ready to deal with him yet. I sank onto the chair farthest from him keeping my distance. I needed it, just a little space though my traitorous body screamed at me to move closer. He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration obvious. He leaned forward his elbows on his knees. “Gianna, I need to tell you.” He started his voice rough and low.I didn’t answer didn’t even blink because I knew whatever he was about to say would piss me off in ways I
Gianna’s POVThe walk back to the cabin was quieter than I expected. The air was heavy and the woods unusually still and every step felt like a battle between my emotions. I didn’t want to think about what I’d seen the rogue’s words or the lingering ache in my chest. But it was impossible not to. By the time I reached the cabin the soft glow of the kitchen lights spilling out onto the porch made me pause. For a moment, I just stood there taking it in. The faint sound of laughter floated out, and when I opened the door, I found King with the kids in the kitchen. They were all smiles their faces lit up with joy as they helped him set the table. The woman was gone. There was no trace of her scent in the house and I felt a pang of relief so sharp it almost hurt. Goddess. “Mom!” the kids called out, rushing to hug me. Their little arms around me were grounding, reminding me of what mattered most. “King made our favorite!” Kate exclaimed her voice filled with excitement. I looke
Gianna’s POVI laid there in bed with my babies curled up on either side of me, their tiny hands clutching onto me like I was their whole world, and yet I felt like mine was crumbling. My throat burned as I swallowed again and again trying to keep the pain locked down where it couldn’t break free. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of them. I had to be strong for them at least. But how? How was I supposed to hold it together when everything felt like it was falling apart? I knew I was stupid to let myself be involved in this mess emotionally. How did she even walk into the cabin like that? Like she owned the place. Like she belonged. And why wouldn’t she? She was his mate, for Goddess’ sake. His fucking mate. The one person I could never compete with. The one person who was made for him in ways I never could be. Not that I want to be right? I don’t care what they do, right? Fuck but why does it hurt. And she was stunning. I hated how beautiful she was. I hated how perfect she loo
King’s POVI was sitting in my room still reeling from what happened earlier. Gianna had me so wound up I couldn’t even think straight. That woman was playing with fire and didn’t even care she might get burned. The sweatshirt she wore? Mine. Her scent all over it? Also mine. And the way she looked at me before walking out like I was the one who should be begging? She was driving me insane. I ran my hands through my hair and leaned back against the bed, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. I didn’t even hear the knock at first. It came again, sharp and loud pulling me out of my thoughts. I thought maybe it was her, maybe Gianna was coming back to finish what she started. My cock jumped in my pants at the thought because I’ll make her scream her lungs for making me wait. My chest tightened at the thought, my pulse racing as I got up to open the door. But it wasn’t her. Standing there was a woman I never thought I’d see again. a woman from the past I thought I won’t ha
King’s POVGianna’s been on a mission to kill me this week. There’s no other explanation. Every single day she’s been prancing around the house in next to nothing, acting like she doesn’t notice the effect she has on me. But she knows. Oh, she fucking knows. I’m barely hanging on by a thread here taking cold showers like my life depends on it and she’s just waltzing around like a goddess sent to ruin me. Today, though? Today was the last straw. I walked into the kitchen ready to start dinner for the kids and there she was making cereal. Cereal. Like she couldn’t have picked any other damn time or room to be in. And of course she was wearing the tiniest little shorts and a tank top that barely covered her ample boobs. Her back was to me and my eyes instantly trailed down to the curve of her hips. She turned around her big, innocent eyes meeting mine and I swear I almost lost it right there. The little smirk she gave me like she knew exactly what she was doing almost broke me.
Gianna’s POVThe woods were quiet, the kind of quiet that made you feel like the trees were holding their breath. Like I am currently doing. I trailed behind Blair my steps crunching against the forest floor the leaves damp from last night’s dew. She hadn’t said a word since she told me to follow her but I could see it in her stiff shoulders and the way she kept twisting her fingers, something was eating her up inside. “Blair” I called softly trying to catch her attention. She didn’t stop, just kept walking until we were deep enough that the cabin was a distant. Finally, she halted turning to face me. Her face was flushed her lips parted slightly as if she was struggling to find the right words. I crossed my arms, waiting. “Well?” I prompted when the silence stretched too long. Blair ran a hand through her hair, letting out a shaky breath. I hate when Nlair is nervous since she is usually not like to is. LI’ve been...seeing someone” she said quickly like ripping off a banda