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 POVI followed the man my feet dragging slightly with exhaustion. Every step felt heavier than the last but I kept moving. I didn’t even know his name. It felt too personal to ask like crossing a line I didn’t dare approach. It already feels like I’m in his personal space and I should run but I have no choice. Everything in my body screamed at me to keep my distance from him. He radiated danger in a way I’d never felt before not the cruel one from Eliot or calculated kind I’d experienced with the triplets but a force that warned me I was treading into unknown territory. One that would either end me or worse. I don’t even know what danger feels anymore. Not after living for seventeen whole days in the woods all on my own and defenseless. But for now I didn’t have a choice. He was the only person willing to help me no matter how much his presence set my nerves on edge. He led me to a guest room one that looks different from the rest of the house. The green and brown them
King’s POVI realized with deep regret that I couldn’t let her leave. Not like this. There is just something about Gianna that I cannot stay away from. Even knowing she was pregnant for some men out there. My mortal enemies. Not when she had just told me something that shattered every last piece of control I had left. Not when I had just learned that she had carried their children and another inside her and yet still stood before me, looking like she belonged to me. The moment she turned, I moved. My body acted before my mind could catch up before logic or reason could step in and tell me to let her go. My hand shout out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back so hard she gasped, stumbling into my chest. I felt the sharp inhale she took, felt the way her body tensed at the sudden proximity and at the force of my grip and for a second just a second uncertainty flashed in her eyes. With something I used to relish. Fear. But something else was there too. Something wild. Something
Gianna’s POVThe second Gianna’s hands pressed against my chest, something inside me stilled. I could feel the hesitation in her touch, the unsteady tremble of her fingers as if she was battling something deep within her. She wasn’t shoving me away like she should have like she would have if she truly wanted distance between us. No, she was pressing against me but she wasn’t pushing. I could still feel the heat of her, the way her body molded so perfectly against mine as if it had never been apart from me. It was a cruel reminder that no matter how much time had passed, no matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise she was still mine. And yet, she had gone back to them The realization burned in my chest like acid but I refused to dwell on it. Not when she was still right here. Not when I could see her and really see her for the first time in so long. She looked different. Healthier. Stronger. There was a glow to her skin that hadn’t been there before, a softness in
Gianna’s POVEach step felt like dragging a mountain behind me. The air was thick, pressing down on my shoulders and making my legs heavier than they had ever been. My heartbeat echoed in my ears filled with an unease i couldn’t shake. I was walking straight into the lion’s den, knowing full well that I might not make a difference. That my words might hold no weight. That I could be wasting my time and my breath and my energy. But i had to try. I had to try for my mates. For my children. For the kingdom that was now mine to protect. I needed to know that at the end of this, I had done everything I could to prevent whatever chaos King had planned. The forest around me was familiar in a way that made my chest ache. This was where I had trained and where I had bled and where I had broken and rebuilt myself. And as soon as I stepped closer to the clearing, his scent hit me like a wave. It wrapped around me through my lungs and sank into my bones. That deep and intoxicating scent of ea
Gianna’s POV“Stay as far away from the pack as possible” I said, my voice firm as I stood before my mates sith my arms crossed in defiance. Keith’s jaw tensed as his stormy gray eyes bore into mine. “You expect us to let you walk into his territory alone?” His voice was low, tight with anger but underneath it, I heard something else worry. I held his gaze, unwavering. “I expect you to trust me.” Klaus exhaled sharply, his hands clenched at his sides as if he were fighting the urge to grab me and shake some sense into me. I know they are using the most of their willpower not to throw away the ridiculous idea. It is starting to sound ridiculous to me too. “That’s not the damn point, Gianna” he snapped. “King isn’t just some fool. He’s dangerous. And you’re walking straight into his den.” “I know that” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “But he won’t hurt me. That’s not his goal.” Kane had been silent this whole time, standing a little apart from his brothers, watching me w
Gianna’s POVThe weight of their gazes felt like a noose tightening around my throat. I knew this confrontation was inevitable but i had hoped to be long gone before they woke up. The morning air was crisp yet the tension between us made it suffocating. This wasn’t how the morning was supposed to be. This was not part of the plan and I never expected them to feel the need to come find me so early in the morning. It’s still dark outside so why the hell are they awake ready?I squared my shoulders, gripping the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thigh not as a threat but to ground myself. My steps were slow but deliberate as I moved forward. They didn’t speak. Not at first. They just watched me, their stormy eyes filled with questions I wasn’t sure I was ready to answer. It was Klaus who broke the silence first. His voice was eerily calm but I knew better than to be fooled by it. "Going somewhere, Gianna?" My lips parted but no words came. He already knew the answer. They all did.
Gianna’s POVThe room was cloaked in silence, the only sound the slow, rhythmic breathing of Keith beside me. The warmth of his body still lingered on my skin, a stark contrast to the cool air creeping in from the windows. I should have stayed in bed, let myself bask in the rare peace that had settled over me but my mind wouldn’t let me. It was time. I slipped out from beneath the covers, careful not to wake him. My body hummed with energy, more awake than it had been in weeks, yet my chest felt unbearably heavy. Tonight had been a distraction, a beautiful, intoxicating escape from the weight of reality. But reality was waiting for me, lurking in the shadows of the decisions I could no longer avoid. Padding silently to my room, I let out a slow breath, gathering my thoughts. I had to do this. I had to stop King before he set his plan into motion. Because whatever he was planning it wouldn’t just affect my mates. It wouldn’t just affect me. It would affect my children and I could n
Gianna’s POVThe night stretched on, silent and heavy, but sleep refused to come. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled in a web of uncertainties. No matter how many times I turned over, no matter how much I tried to push everything away, my mind refused to quiet. I wasn’t supposed to be awake I wasn't supposed to feel this restless but I did. Every part of me buzzed with anticipation, a gnawing sense of something coming. Something is indeed coming. It has already started coming anyways. I let out a slow breath, running a hand through my hair before finally sitting up. Staying in this room wasn’t an option. Not tonight. I needed comfort. I needed warmth. And I knew exactly where to find it. Slipping out of bed, I padded down the dimly lit hallways, my heart beating steadily as I made my way to Keith’s room. His was the only bedroom I felt completely at ease in. Maybe it was because I knew for a fact that no woman had ever slept there before me. Not even Cath
Gianna’s POV The weight of everything pressed down on me, a suffocating force that made it impossible to think straight. I stood in the middle of my room, arms crossed, staring out the window but not really seeing anything. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in a web of possibilities and consequences. Every choice led to a different path, and no matter which one I took, someone would get hurt. But I couldn’t sit back and let war tear everything apart. I couldn’t let people bleed and die when I had the power to stop it. They didn’t call me a Healer for nothing. Healing wasn’t just about closing wounds and mending broken bones. It was about preventing the pain before it ever had a chance to take root. It was about stepping in before destruction became irreversible. King wouldn’t hurt me, I knew that much, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t walking into something dangerous. His obsession with me had always burned like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. And now, after everything a
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