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
Gianna’s POVI woke up to find him sitting in the same spot he had been last night, as if he hadn’t moved an inch. His piercing eyes locked onto mine the moment I stirred, taking in every detail of my disheveled appearance. My hair was a tangled mess, sticking out in every direction like a bird’s nest. The oversized green shirt he’d given me to wear was wrinkled and hung awkwardly on my frame. I tugged it down suddenly conscious of how unkempt I looked. But his face gave nothing away. His expression was unreadable, not a hint of judgment or amusement just those intense, calculating eyes that seemed to strip me bare. And the fact that I get goosebumps!I swallowed hard forcing myself to meet his gaze. His silence made me uneasy, and when he finally gestured toward the food on the table in front of him, I nearly jumped. It was simple… eggs, fried to golden perfection, and a few slices of bread. My stomach growled embarrassingly loud, and I hesitated for only a second before sitt
Gianna’s POVThe next few weeks passed in a blur of sweat, aching muscles, and more strength than I thought I had in me. Training with the Alpha –King, as Liam and Tom called him had become my new reality. To my surprise, I thrived. He didn’t go easy on me and I didn’t want him to. I learned soon enough that training isn’t as bad as I had thought and understand why women train so hard everywhere but servants and whores. It gives them power. No matter how little. He got me proper training gear last week. A pair of sleek black leggings and a fitted tank top that hugged my growing belly. The first time I wore it I caught him staring at me, his eyes locked on the slight swell of my stomach. There was something in his gaze, a flicker of emotion that made my insides twist in a way I couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t unpleasant though. If anything, it made me feel… seen. I don’t know the other word to use. My English isn’t broad anyway but it makes my toes curl in my cute boots. The c
King’s POVThe night was silent except for the low murmurs of Liam and Tom as they stood with me outside the hut with their eyes trained on the woods where the Alpha Kings had last been seen. I’d told them to handle it. No way I was stepping out and risking everything we have worked for. Not yet. This wasn’t the time for dramatics or confrontation. This was about strategy and about sticking to the plan we’d worked so hard to craft. We cannot throw it all away in one evening. “They’re still out there” Liam muttered, his voice low but tense.“Desperate as hell” Tom added, glancing at me. “You sure you don’t want us to end this now?”“No.” My voice was firm, cutting through the air. “I can’t risk them seeing me. Not yet. They’re fools but even fools can ruin a plan if we’re not careful.”“We’ll send them off. But they’ll be back.” Liam nodded though he didn’t look happy about it.“They’ll always come back” I said, my lips twisting into a smirk. “Because they need her. The curse is sti
Gianna’s POVI woke to chaos.Blair’s voice was sharp and commanding barking orders I couldn’t quite make out. Tom’s frantic pacing sent vibrations on the floor and Liam’s steady presence felt like an anchor I desperately clung to.But it was the pain that truly jolted me awake no, a raw and consuming agony tearing through me worse than anything I’d felt before. My scream ripped through the room silencing everyone.“Gianna, you’re okay” Blair said firmly, her hands gripping mine. “You’re safe but we need you to focus. The baby is coming.”“No” I whispered, shaking my head. “It’s too soon. Something’s wrong.”Blair’s face didn’t betray her thoughts but the quick glance she exchanged with Liam said it all. Gods am I going to die?“Stay with me, Gianna” Blair said, her voice softening. “We can do this.”“Where’s King?” I croaked barely able to form the words. Why was I asking about him?“He’s outside” Tom muttered his tone laced with annoyance. “Said he wouldn’t leave but he’s been pacin
Gianna’s POVThe pain was relentless as it was sharp and unyielding. I clutched the doorframe my breaths coming fast and shallow. I had no idea werewolf childbirth was this painful. They said it wasn’t! This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this. Not with that woman outside trying to see my downfall. The thought that she even knew I was pregnant before seeing me made me hate King more. He told her about my baby! He had no right to fucking do that to me. Another wave hit me this one stronger than the last and I nearly fell to my knees. A strangled gasp escaped my lips before I managed to stumble into the cabin.“Gianna?” Tom’s voice was distant and muffled but growing closer. He was running towards me. I turned leaning against the wall, my vision swimming. “I… something’s wrong,” I managed to whisper with a barely audible voice. Tom was beside me in an instant his hands steadying me. He looked around before directing me to the couch so I can seat. I don’t want to sit t
Gianna’s POVThe moment I saw her I knew nothing good was coming. I wonder how I even knew she was the one having never met her before. Caroline.Her wolf was even more striking up close that is pure white and sleek a stark contrast to the earthy forest. She wasn’t just unnaturally beautiful, she was dangerous, and her presence screamed trouble.Liam and Tom stiffened beside me their attention snapping to King, whose expression didn’t change. Blank as always. I wonder what would get him to show emotions in those eyes. But me? I felt something stir inside me. Anger? Jealousy? Or was it the nagging ache of vulnerability that seemed to chase me wherever I went?I pulled myself up from the ground ignoring the slight pain in my ribs. She cannot see me on the floor like a weak little thing. The baby kicked, a reminder that I needed to stay calm. Stay in control.“Who is she?” I asked my voice harsher than I intended albeit hoarse. Liam glanced at King. Tom shifted uneasily. Neither of th
King’s POVGianna was like a storm on the sparring mat relentless and wild. I leaned against a nearby tree with my arms crossed watching her fight like she had something to prove. She used to have something to prove but not anymore. Liam and Tom exchanged quick glances their concern growing as she refused to hold back. I told them not to let her train right from the beginning but having soft spot for her never goes well for them. "I’m not responsible for whatever happens to her” I muttered under my breath, loud enough for Liam to hear. He shot me a brief disapproving look before returning his attention to her, stepping in to block one of her overly aggressive strikes. We know she could fight and that is okay. Gianna wasn’t just sparring; she was fighting like her life depended on it. She wasn’t trying to win, she was trying to forget. They cannot see that though. They hardly understand what goes on in her head. Even Liam and Tom seasoned fighters who could usually handle her reck
Gianna’s POVThe room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves outside the cabin window. I lay on the bed, staring up at the wooden ceiling. Sleep evaded me my mind spinning with thoughts I didn’t want to entertain. At least not when I want to sleep. Sleep is very important to me. I don’t joke with it especially at night. Somewhere deep inside me I felt it, a quiet, unsettling instinct that trouble was brewing. The triplets had been absent from my thoughts for weeks pushed aside by my focus on surviva. Also on the life growing inside me. But now with my due date looming, they were creeping back into my mind uninvited and unwanted. They are probably enjoying their lives with their girlfriends. Why now? The curse. That stupid cruel curse. Had I broken it? Or were they still bound to me in some way? Since that was the main reason they wanted to mate with me in the first place. I shifted uncomfortably, running a hand over my belly. I hadn’t felt the mating bond in ages. It
Gianna’s POVThe night air nipped at my skin as I stepped outside the door creaking softly behind me. For a moment, I thought about shifting into my wolf form. The idea of running feeling the wind against my fur was so so tempting. But then I glanced down at my swollen belly, the cute curve of my baby bump pressing against my loose hoodie. It was risk and I knew it. My wolf might be strong but my body wasn’t just mine anymore. With a sigh, I tucked my hands into the pocket of my hoodie and started walking instead. The soft crunch of gravel underfoot filled the air as I made my way toward the pack house where Blair lives. When I reached her window, I picked up a small stone and tossed it against the glass. A soft clink echoed and I stepped back, glancing around to make sure no one else was nearby. The window creaked open and Blair’s bleary face appeared, framed by her chopped blue hair. Her hoodie was pulled over her head, but her narrowed eyes glared down at me. “You’ve got t
King’s POVThe morning air was sharp, crisp, and biting against my skin as I pushed open the cabin door. The sky was a pale gray promising the first hints of sunrise but the woods were still cloaked in darkness. I needed to get away. Her scent was everywhere in my space… soft and floral and maddeningly invasive. It clung to every corner of the cabin like a new scent that doesn’t want to go away fast. I hated it. My cabin used to be my sanctuary a place that is void of distractions, a space of greens and browns of simplicity. But now? Now there were splashes of pink and red. Pillows, of all things, bright and soft and entirely out of place. I shook my head as I jogged into the woods. She’d gone shopping with Tom, and somehow, she’d brought back an invasion of femininity into MY space. Why had he allowed it? Or had they conspired together, knowing it would grate on my nerves? That makes the most sense to be honest. As I ran, the ground softened beneath my feet damp from last ni
Gianna’s POVThe cabin door creaked as I pushed it open, King’s heavy presence looming behind me. The walk back from the field had been silent but the silence only fueled the questions clawing at my insides. I kept trying to resist but nope, my brain won’t stop. The fight, the glares, the whispers… they all led back to one name I couldn’t shake. I didn’t want to ask. I have no business knowing everyone in the pack. Not with the way they welcomed me. I didn’t want to know. But the words tumbled out anyway. “Who is Caroline?” I froze as the question echoed in the space, the air growing heavier along with it. My heart raced as I bit my lip, regretting it instantly. I don’t used to being this blunt. I used to stutter for goodness sake!For a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me. He was so quiet, so eerily still that I began to doubt if he’d even followed me inside. When I turned, there he was, standing in the doorway, his blank expression betraying nothing. As usual. “No one impor