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 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 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
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 POV A smile stretched across my face as sooon as I woke up, the kind I hadn’t worn in years. They were here. They were safe. I’d done it. Despite all the chaos and pain I’d brought them into this world. My two beautiful babies. Blair was curled up on a small couch in the corner of the hut looking utterly drained. Her head lolled to one side and her arms were crossed over her chest as though even in her sleep she was standing guard. She had been my rock through this. I owed her more than I could ever repay. I’m so glad we became friends in the first place. I glanced around the room still smiling taking in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the thin curtains. It was a rare moment of peace. And yet, as quickly as that peace came it shattered. The smile faded. My chest tightened. I shot out of bed the ache in my body from the birth barely registering as I stumbled toward the crib. My heart thundered in my chest until I saw them. my babies were
Gianna’s POVThe night was silent except for the sound of our breathing and the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze. Liam and Tom had given us precise instructions: run east until we reached the edge of the pack’s territory then follow the river to a small town where they would find us once things calmed down. The plan was clear but my gut told me I wasn’t coming back. That once I step out of this pack, I’m never turning back around. As soon as we stepped out of the hut the babies snugly tied against Blair and me, I felt the weight of my decision. This was it. I glanced at Blair her hoodie pulled low over her face to shield her from the cold night air. Her eyes scanned the hut and the surrounding clearing like she was trying to memorize every detail. It hit me then that this place meant something to her. She had built memories here a sense of safety maybe even belonging. She grew up her whole life around here. “Blair” I said softly, hesitating. “You don’t have to come with me.
Gianna’s POVKane’s golden eyes burned into mine as he shifted back into his human form muscles rippling under his tanned skin. The wild dangerous aura that surrounded him in wolf form didn’t dissipate but it grew stronger. His jaw clenched as he took a step closer completely unbothered by his nakedness. I understand why I fell in love with them. They are too handsome and their looks were really deceiving. I tried to keep my breathing steady but the pull of the dormant mating bond flared the moment his gaze locked on mine. It felt like a live wire sparking and crackling between us. My heart raced but not just in fear but with something much more dangerous. I should be able to turn off my feelings by now. Blair stood frozen behind me clutching the babies tightly to her chest. I had to act fast. Kane wasn’t the type to hesitate. Backup could arrive any moment and once it did our chances of escape would disappear. “Gianna” Kane said his voice low, almost tender which somehow made
Gianna’s POVThe human world was harsher than I’d expected. The lights never dimmed and the noise never stopped and the air felt sharp and cold compared to the thick warmth of the Mystical Plane. Blair and I found a small shabby motel on the edge of town barely a place to call shelter but it was enough for now. We could hide in there for a day or weeks. The first thing we did was shower and it felt like washing away layers of fear and exhaustion. Blair held one baby while I bathed the other our laughter soft but genuine for the first time in what felt like forever. I fed the babies next and for the first time since their birth they seemed truly peaceful. They slept like the world hadn’t changed. Blair ever the practical one had thought ahead and brought money from her stash though she never said how much or how she got it. "It’s not forever" she told me as we tucked the babies into the motel’s only crib, which we'd cobbled together from pillows and blankets. “Just until we figure
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