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 POVFor three nights it was the same intoxicating routine. I would slip into their chambers under the cover of darkness with all my nerves buzzing and body betraying me before I even stepped through the door. Kane, Klaus and Keith greeted me each time with barely constrained desire and excitement and I never thought I’d crave it so deeply. They didn’t just touch me they literally worshiped me. Every kiss, every caress, was deliberate like they wanted to memorize every inch of my body. And for three nights straight, I let them. But something has changed along the way. I promised myself I wouldn’t get carried away that this was only for the curse. But by the third night as Kane’s lips traced the hollow of my throat, Klaus whispered honeyed words into my ear and Keith’s hands worked magic against my skin I knew I was in over my head. By the time I stumbled back to my room each morning my legs weak and my heart in disarray, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted this. I wanted
Gianna’s POVThat afternoon I barely had time to process the drama from breakfast before a knock sounded at my door. I expected Nyx ready to fuss over me again but when I opened it, Kane, Klaus and Keith stood in the hallway looking oddly... sheepish. Kane had his arms crossed as though trying to mask the faint blush creeping up his neck. Klaus was holding a small velvet box in one hand his usual smirk replaced by something softer. Keith on the other hand, was grinning like a boy caught raiding the cookie jar. “What is this?” I asked folding my arms as I eyed them suspiciously. “Just come with us.” Kane said, his voice gruff and tinged with an awkwardness that piqued my curiosity. Yep I’m coming babes. I narrowed my eyes. “If this is some kind of trick—” “It’s not. It’s… we’ll just come and see. Don’t be a party pooper!” Klaus cut in, holding up the velvet box. Keith reached for my hand without waiting for an answer his fingers warm and firm as he tugged me out of my room.
Gianna’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in my chambers running my hands over the soft, sheer lace of the lingerie Nyx had chosen for me. It was a deep crimson the kind that looked like it had been painted with fire and passion barely covering anything. The neckline plunged daringly, the delicate material clinging to my curves teasing more than concealing. Like I wanted it. The slit up the side of the matching robe revealed far too much leg and the thin straps felt like they could snap under the weight of my anticipation.This wasn’t for me. This was for them. They were showing effort and I also want to do the same. I shouldn’t so I won’t lead them on but I can’t help myself. As I took a steadying breath, I couldn’t help the thrill that coursed through me at the thought of their reactions. I wanted to test them to push them to the edge where their restraint cracked and to remind them of what they had once rejected. I won’t let them mark me. With every step I took down the hall,
Gianna’s POVI made my way back to my room my robe swishing around my thighs with every determined step. My skin was still humming from their touch every nerve on fire with the aftermath of their heated stares and growls. I knew I wasn’t supposed to leave not after teasing them the way I did but the thrill of disobedience sparked something wicked in me. I want to play this game with them. I don’t even know if they’ll get what I want after this but we’ll. They were trying too hard to be good to treat me with care when all I wanted was their unbridled passion. I craved the wildness they kept buried and the parts of them they feared might scare me away. I wanted to feel their power and their dominance and their need to possess me. The hallway felt endless my anticipation building with every step. Why hadn’t they followed me yet? I knew they wouldn’t let me get far. I wanted them to come after me, to take what they had been holding back. And I wasn’t disappointed. The low, synchroni
Gianna’s POVKlaus and Keith joined Kane on either side of me, their bodies pressing against mine, grounding me in their warmth. I could feel their breaths slowing but their hands never stopped touching me caressing my arms, tracing the lines of my thighs, brushing stray strands of hair from my damp forehead. "You think you can just walk away from us like that again?" Klaus's voice was low his lips ghosting over the curve of my shoulder. "Not happening, Queenie." Keith chuckled softly his voice still thick with desire. "We’ll keep reminding you who you belong to if we have to. Again and again until it’s etched into every part of you." Kane tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his stormy gaze. His thumb brushed over my swollen lips his expression a mix of possessiveness and something deeper something that made my heart skip a beat. “You’re not leaving us, Gianna. Not now, not ever." I wanted to protest, to remind them this was temporary, that I was only here to break the curs
Gianna’s POVThat morning i decided not to leave my room. I wasn’t avoiding anyone at least that’s what I told myself. After three nights of being ravished by my mates, my body was sore and my mind was a whirlpool of thoughts I couldn’t untangle. I needed time to breathe to be with the two little souls who always made me feel whole. Kate and Kayden were already awake their laughter ringing through the room as I joined them on the plush rug by the window. We played with their wooden blocks and stuffed animals creating imaginary kingdoms and little adventures where they ruled as the tiniest and mightiest monarchs. "Kate, you can’t put the dragon in the teacup” I said with a laugh trying to grab the stuffed dragon she was cramming into her tiny toy tea set. "But he’s thirsty!" She protested, her little brow furrowed with determination. She looks serious. “My wolf is also hungry Mama.” Kayden, not to be outdone, held up his stuffed wolf. I gasped dramatically. "Hungry? Then let’s
Gianna’s POVKlaus leaned against the doorway, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he watched me brush out my hair. I don’t even know why I decided to do that when we are all just talking about nothing and everything. Guess to do something else that doesn’t involve fantasizing about their dicks all the time. “You know, there’s a festival in the village today. You should come with us. It’ll be fun!” he said looking hopeful like the rest of his brothers. “A festival? What’s the occasion?l I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “It’s an annual thing. It’s a celebration of life, the sea and a chance for everyone to… forget.” Kane chimed in from the couch where he was fiddling with a dagger like it was a toy. His smirk was sharp, but his tone softened at the last word. “We thought you might like to dress for the occasion too.” Keith appeared beside Klaus holding a bundle of fabric. I eyed the fabric warily. “What is it?” “Something fitting for a festival by the water…” Klaus said, stepping
Gianna’s POVI lay in bed, a mysterious smile curling my lips as I traced lazy patterns over my swollen belly. Today was going to be fun. I had a wicked plan in mind and it is one that involved my mates kissing each other. Why? Because I could and because I wanted to see it. Because I was heavily pregnant and could hardly have sex these days and I needed entertainment. The massive master bedroom in our palace was built for all five of us all spacious and luxurious with an enormous bed that could fit us all. When the doors swung open and my mates strode in together their presence filling the room. I saw the instant recognition in their stormy gray eyes.They knew I was up to no good. King was the first to narrow his eyes, even the most perceptive. Keith cocked his head his lips twitching. "You look naughty as fuck right now. Someone needs to be fucked properly.” He drawled. Kane didn't say a word. He just walked straight toward me with eyes dark and kissed me like he needed me to
King’s POV The forest stretched endlessly before us with the dense canopy of trees swaying with the wind as we ran. The rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth was the only sound between us all the steady and cool as if we could outrun everything including our past, our mistakes and the weight of our choices. The night air was cool against my fur all crisp with the scent of damp earth and pine but there was something else beneath it and something familiar and heavy. The past. It clung to us like a second skin, refusing to be left behind no matter how fast we ran. For hours we didn’t stop. None of us spoke and none of us hesitated just four wolves tearing through the undergrowth pushing forward and pushing past. It was only when the scent of humans drifted toward us (all the gasoline and the faintest trace of smoke civilization) that we knew we had reached the edge of the forest. We slowed, our breath heavy and finally came to a stop by the river. The water rushed past us
Gianna’s POVKing exhaled slowly his hands flexing at his sides as he stared out into the distance. The air was heavy with the aftermath of everything that had been said but there was something else too something restless in his stance and in the way his fingers curled and uncurled as if itching for release. “I need a run. I just… I need to clear my head.” he finally muttered and it was more to himself than to any of us.I didn’t stop him. I watched as he turned on his heel and strode out his movements sharp and deliberate. A moment later, the sound of his shift echoed through the still morning air bones snapping, fabric tearing and guttural growl ripping from his throat before he disappeared into the woods. I stood there for a moment, watching the place where he’d vanished then turned to the triplets. They all look a little bit sad and empty in their own kind of way. This night is taking so much to on them and they haven’t been able to sleep either. “I think you should go afte
King’s POVI sat in the dimly lit living room with my elbows braced against my knees while staring at the unmoving body before me. My father lay sprawled across the cold floor, his once imposing figure reduced to nothing more than a battered and bloodied mess. His face was swollen, his lip split wide open and bruises blooming across his skin like a grotesque painting. His chest rose and fell faintly but I didn’t care if he woke up. I didn’t care if he ever fucking woke up again. I had used him as a punching bag landing blow after blow until my knuckles were raw until my arms felt like dead weights until my rage had burned itself out into an exhausted numbness. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not after everything he had taken from me. From us. A soft creak of the staircase broke the silence and I raised my head to see Gianna standing there. She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her expression wavering between concern and understanding. Despite the blood
Gianna’s POVI stood in the doorway watching them. Kane, Keith and Klaus stood like statues their bodies rigid with barely restrained emotions. Their father sat before them, hollowed out and empty with the years having stripped him of the power he once used to control them. And yet despite his frailty, he still held an unbearable weight over them, one built from years of pain and resentmet and abandonment. I had never seen them like this before. Silent. Still. As if they weren’t just men but fragments of something shattered and something that had been broken for so long they no longer knew how to piece themselves back together. I stepped inside and the sound of my footsteps was deafening in the quiet. They didn’t look at me. Not at first. Their eyes were locked onto the man who had shaped their entire existence. The man who had taken everything from them. But they weren’t just three lost boys standing in front of their father anymore. They were kings. Rulers who had built their
King’s POVThe air was extremely heavy right now and super thick with something unspoked and suffocating. I could still hear their voices echoing in my head with the weight of their rage pressing against my chest like an iron fist. I could feel their disappointment their pain, their disgust. And yet as much as I wanted to let that be the end of it, I knew it wasn’t. There was more. Something bigger. Something that would change everything. And I had to be the one to say it. What he had just told them was never my fucking concern. Why he faked his death is really none of my business. The thought made my throat feel tight. My father( the man I had loathed, hunted, dreamed of killing) sat there on the floor with his body slumped and his breaths uneven. His face was bruised his lip still bleeding from the force of my fists but he didn’t look at me. He didn’t look at any of us. He was avoiding the inevitable. Like a coward. Like he had always been. I clenched my fists at my sides,
Klaus’s POVThe room was deathly silent. The only sound was the faint and ragged breathing of the man before us the man we had spent our entire lives trying to forget. The man who had shaped us into kings, only to disappear leaving behind nothing but scars and questions. And now after all these years he was here. Sitting before us. All beaten up pathetically by an unknown man. Why would King even beat our father like this? Or he has made an enemy of him before he stepped down and faked his death? I need to know why this all happened and how he knew our father in the first place. King stood over him with his stance rigid and his hands clenched at his sides. He was barely holding himself back and I could feel his rage simmering beneath the surface all dark and lethal. He had already done enough damage judging by the blood smeared across our father’s face and the way his lip was split and the bruises forming along his jaw. And yet the bastard still had the audacity to smirk. It made
Keith’s POVThe man who had molded us, who had shaped us into something more machine than wolves. The man who had taught us how to rule with fear and strike with precision, only to disappear and leave us to do it alone. The weight of his presence pressed down on my chest suffocating and inescapable. King’s voice cut through the silence. "You should sit down." Like hell. Sit down for what fucking reason right now? I barely registered the way my hands curled into fists and my nails biting into my palms. The air felt thick, heavy with tension so sharp it could cut. I could feel Kane and Klaus stiffen beside me their silence more telling than any outburst. None of us had ever been good at hiding our emotions. And right now? We were all drowning in them.“You have five seconds to explain before I rip his fucking lying throat throat out.” I let out a sharp and bitter laugh cause that is the only thing I can afford at this moment. Our father no, not our father. The man who used to b
Kane’s POVThe night had been quiet and almost too quiet in my opinion. Unnaturally so. Keith, Kane and I sat in the living room with the tension between us thick and though none of us spoke about it. There is a kind of tension that you know nothing could work on for real. We weren’t fools. We all knew why the air was heavy and why Keith’s fingers tapped restlessly against his knee and why Kane had barely spoken and why my mind was cycling through every possible excuse to not think about what had happened just hours ago. Gianna had stayed with us tonight and even made us go rounds without getting tired. She’s got a mouth that I want to have doing so many things at the same time. She has chosen us tonight and made us feel like the kings we are. And yet none of us could shake the weight pressing down on our chests. Because we knew who she’d go to tomorrow and I didn’t hate her for it. But I hated that I wasn’t enough. That we weren't enough for her and hated Moon Goodess more for