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
Gianna’s POVSweat dripped down my temple as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Even the blind could see I have changed in the past few weeks and it is a good sort of change. My arms, once soft and unused to anything more than lifting a book, were now lean and strong my shoulders defined. My skin had darkened under the relentless sun of the training fields and my body felt powerful, capable. Like I could conquer the world all on my own. Except for the swell of my belly pushing against the waistband of my sweatpants, a reminder that I wasn’t just building strength for myself. I was training to be strong for my baby and I. I threw another punch watching the way my muscles moved feeling the strength ripple through my body. I liked what I saw. I liked what I was becoming. I want to be more. But as quickly as the pride came, it vanished, replaced by the memories I couldn’t outrun. The triplets. Their betrayal. Their faces haunted me, each one etched with betrayal and heartbr
Gianna’s POVThe tension was suffocating as I stepped into the female section of the training field. The girls were already paired off stretching and preparing for their matches, but the moment I walked in, all eyes turned to me. Their gazes weren’t curious or friendly… they were predatory. None of them looked ready to have a small talk with me like they already decided to hate me before they met me. I felt the weight of their disdain settle over me like a curtain. They didn’t even know me but their hostility was so palpable. My throat tightened and I looked down at my hands, feeling like the outsider I had always been. Why did they send me in here knowing I wasn’t going to be welcomed? Was it intentional?No one had ever truly liked me. Not my mother, not my pack, not my mates. What was I even doing here, thinking I could fit into a place like this? I am so delusional. I tried to shake the thoughts but they clung to me like a second skin. My self-esteem plummeted, the voices in
Gianna’s POV “Gianna, you’re up!” The trainer’s unfamiliar voice echoed across the field, loud and sharp. I froze the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Blair nudged me with her elbow, a mischievous grin on her face. Why does she have trust in her eyes? She doesn’t even know a thing about my skills. “Go get ‘em, girl.” she said with her voice filled with so much confidence it made my chest swell. “Whoop some ass for me.” She even let out a loud whoop that turned a few heads but I barely noticed. For the first time in forever, someone trusted me. But had I really gained a friend? Or was she just like the others, playing some long game I hadn’t figured out yet? Time would tell. I stepped into the ring, my stomach twisted into tight knots. My opponent was already waiting. A tall girl with sharp features and a smug smirk plastered on her face. The one who called me King’s whore. I hated her. I don’t usually hate people in instant but this one here? I can’t stand he
Gianna’s POVThe canteen was buzzing with chatter and clinking cutlery but the moment I walked in with Liam, Tom, and King, the air shifted. I mean, everyone already thinks I’m getting special treatment even though King gave explicit order I shouldn’t be given one. One thing is for sure, I don’t care what anyone here thinks of me. They don’t know me and I won’t let their shallow thoughts get through my head. Heads turned, whispers started circulating and glares followed me to our table like heat scorching my back. The tension crawled under my skin but I refused to let it show. If it were the Gianna that first came here without knowing how to fight, I would have been scared to come in here. I would keep cowering but knowing I can throw a punch or two makes my back straight. Sitting with them made me feel like I had a giant target on my back. Liam and Tom were easy going as usual cracking subtle jokes about the sparring session. I don’t want to remember but then I feel pride when I
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
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