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 POVWatching her move across the training field each punch sharper and each dodge quicker. I felt a tightness in my chest I couldn’t shake. Gianna was improving. Fast. It was impressive, even by my standards. But that wasn’t what was making my stomach churn. I hate it is making my stomach churn but there they are. It was Liam and Tom. They stood on either side of her, their expressions annoyingly soft. Liam had just adjusted her footing, his hand lingering on her arm longer than necessary, while Tom cracked a joke that made her laugh. She never laughs when she is around me alone. I knew they weren’t stupid enough to cross any lines. They’d been with me since childhood my most trusted men. They know what she means to us and the doors we could open with her. They won’t risk it. But seeing them close to her? That was something else entirely. I don’t want to be close to her and I don’t want them close to her either. “Keep your guard up” I barked, my voice harsher than I int
King’s POVThe weight of the last twenty-four hours sat heavily on my chest as I leaned back in my chair, my fingers gripping the glass in my hand. The dim light of the room barely cut through the shadows, flickering off the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table between us. Tom sat across from me with his arms crossed and his face unreadable, lost in whatever storm was raging in his own head. Liam, on the other hand, was pacing, his sharp eyes flickering between me and the floor as if trying to piece together a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve. I had told them everything. From the moment I sank into Gianna, to the way it felt when I marked her, the searing connection that locked us together in a bond I never saw coming. To finding out she was my mate, the one thing in this world I couldn’t afford to lose. To meeting my brothers for the first time, face to face, feeling something deep in my bones shift, something I never thought I would feel for them. A connection. A bo
Gianna’s POVThe silence of the night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak as I followed the triplets through the dimly lit corridors, my mind a storm of thoughts and stupid emotions. My heart pounded in my chest with a strange mix of anticipation and something far darker. This wasn’t just about them anymore. This wasn’t just about the past or the wounds they had left behind. This was about me and about taking control, about finding something beyond the chaos that had swallowed me latly. When we reached the chambers, I didn’t pause or hesitate. I moved past them and straight toward the two tiny figures curled up on the massive bed. Kate and Kayden. My babies. My reason. Their soft breaths filled the room, their innocence untouched by the wreckage of my world. My chest ached as I stepped closer, brushing my fingers lightly over their foreheads. They stirred, their sleepy eyes fluttering ope and when they saw me, their drowsy smiles filled me with warmth I didn’t think I could sti
Gianna’s POVI watched them walk away. Their backs were rigid, their steps quick and full of fury. Each of them was retreating in their own way Kane with that eerie, dangerous silence and Klaus radiating pure rage and Keith, the one who always wavered, glancing back for a fraction of a second before clenching his fists and following his brothers. A cold emptiness spread inside me. I should have felt relief that they were leaving. But I didn’t. Instead, my chest was tight, my pulse erratic, my body itching to chase after them and make them listen to scream at them, to force them to understand the chaos they had thrown me into, to fix what they broke before it shattered beyond repair. I turned to King. And in that moment, I hated him. The words tore from my lips, raw and venomous. "I hate you." His expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes something deep, something unreadable. He didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself. He simply stood there watching me with
Gianna’s POVSilence stretched between us and it is thick and suffocating which was only broken by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was just blood rushing to everywhere in my body. Really, this is all happening so fast. King stood in front of me, unbothered, his stance relaxed like this wasn’t the beginning of something disastrous. His golden eyes flickered with something dark and something amused as he stared at my mates who were now seething. Klaus took another step into the room, his stormy grey gaze locked onto my throat onto the mark King had left there. His expressin twisted with something savage, something feral and then his lips curled back into a snarl. “What the fuck did you do?” Keith’s breathing was harsh, his fingers twitching at his sides as though he was seconds away from lunging. Kane, on the other hand was too still, his gaze was cold as steel, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. I swallowed hard, my body rigid. King
Gianna’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there, frozen in the wake of his words. His brothers. King was their brother and they have no freaking idea but how and when and what???The room was silent but my head was filled with noise. Thoughts crashing against each other, a storm of disbelief, fury, and something far worse something I refused to name. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me, waiting, gauging my reaction like he already knew what was coming. “You’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. It was a desperate plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched but his face remained unreadable. “I’m not.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to piece together the reality I had somehow missed. “That’s not…” I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible.” King tilted his head, his expression cold, indifferent but the tension in his shoulders told me otherwise. “It’s the truth.” “No.” My voice cracked. “No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something
Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b
King’s POV I pull them out just as I feel her clench harder. No way is she coming on my hand. Bending her at the waist, I push my pants and boxers lower and take out my angry dick. The head red with an intense need to fuck like I’ve been wanting to do all night. It was torture knowing she was bare underneath her dress and I couldn’t fill her.I step between her thighs and spread them wider with my legs, her sexy toes glinting in the dark. She still has her hands keeping herself open even though I can sense her nervousness beneath her false bravado. The first time I was gentle, slow but I know she doesn’t want that now.Tonight, she wants to be owned. Our sighs of pleasure are mutual when I dip my cock between her wet folds, lubricating my shaft with her juices. The red crown presses against her clit and I slap it with my tip, making her moan loudly.“Fuck, Gianna. So wet.” I trace her up and down. “So soft.” I push just the head in her cunt. “And tight.”Her walls clench around me
King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively
Gianna’s POVI squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs the light chest hair causing friction and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.“You’re so goddamn sweet, Gianna.” He groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.” He bite on my neck as he said that. Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from king’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms as i no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.LPlease fuck me, King” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I