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 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 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
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
King’s POV Gianna 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 hand
Gianna’s POV The 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
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