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 POVThe journey back to the palace was heavy with tension. Kane and Klaus walked ahead, their shoulders rigid while Keith stayed by my side his jaw clenched in frustration. The festival’s earlier joy felt like a distant event as the encounter with the shadowling weighed on all of us. It’s that bad. Once inside the grand hall the triplets didn’t waste time. Klaus barked an order, summoning the palace guards to tighten security around the borders. Keith immediately requested for the prophetess to be brought in his tone sharp enough to send the servants scurrying. The prophetess arrived shortly after her entrance almost comical in its awkwardness. She shuffled into the room her robes slightly too large and her hair a frizzy halo around her face. She looked nothing like the ancient, wise seer I had expected more like someone who had accidentally stumbled into the role. “Prophetess Zara explain why there was a shadowling in the village during festival!” Klaus said, his voice
Gianna’s POV“Alright, Queenie. We’re calm now. But I think we could use a distraction. Don’t you agree, brothers?” As the tension in the room eased, Keith broke the silence with a sly grin.“What do you have in mind, Keith?” Klaus raised a brow his lips curving into a smirk. “I was thinking since we missed most of the fun of the festival, maybe we could create our own. Something private.” Keith said, standing and offering me his hand. “And by ‘private,’ you mean?” Kane leaned back in his chair his eyes narrowing playfully. “Let’s just say I have an idea that’ll take our Queen’s mind off any lingering stress.” Keith winked at me pulling me to my feet. Minutes later, I found myself in the palace gardens bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The triplets had led me here, each wearing a mischievous grin that made me both nervous and curious. I thought they were going to drag me to their chamber and have their way with me. They are surprising me time and again and a huge par
Gianna’s POVThe next morning I woke up to the sound of soft whispers and a light breeze coming through my open balcony doors. I sound poetic because I’m happy. Shit. Sunlight streamed into the room illuminating the soft lilac curtains swaying gently. I stretched lazily my muscles deliciously sore a constant reminder of the triplets' err devotion for the lack of better words. But today felt different. Quiet. Too quiet. Maybe because the kids weren’t here? I need to go see them then. I sat up, scanning the room expecting one of them to be lingering like they often did. Nothing. Nyx entered shortly after balancing a tray of breakfast. She placed it on the table with a slight smirk. “You must’ve worn them out, my Queen.” She added the last word mockingly with a friendly smile on her face. I raised a brow. “Me?” “Yes, you. The Kings have been up and about since dawn. They’ve been busy in meetings, from what I hear. But!” she paused dramatically “they left a surprise for you.” “A
Keith’s POV"YES." Gianna squealed out. The word, whispered and breathless that 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 ass 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 t
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
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