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 POVSix months had passed and life in the human world was starting to feel…manageable. Not easy not perfect but something I could live with. I had finally found a job at a high-end restaurant. The pay wasn’t as good as Blair’s at the gym, but it was steady and the tips were more than I’d expected. The uniform was stiff and formal but it felt good to have somewhere to go every day. Something to contribute. Blair worked longer hours than I did, her reputation as a tough but kind instructor spreading quickly. The gym adored her and so did the kids she trained. She would come home exhausted but grinning her face lighting up whenever the babies toddled over to greet her. And the babies —Kayden and Kate— had grown into tiny bundles of energy. They had learned how to walk, though they stumbled more often than not and their laughter filled every corner of our small apartment. Their first words had come quickly, almost too quickly. “Mama” “Bear” and hilariously “boob” were their
Gianna’s POVTwo years later, we had rebuilt our lives in another country. The move hadn’t been easy but staying in the same place after that eerie encounter was a risk I wasn’t willing to take. I told Blair we had to leave and though she hesitated, reluctant to give up the routine and security she’d built for herself and the kids, she agreed. We had no other choice. Tara was the wildcard. Her mother overdosed shortly after the park incident and with no one else to turn t she begged us to take her with us. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Adding a human to our already delicate situation felt dangerous. But Blair, ever the soft spot for lost causes thought it would do more harm to leave her behind. “She’s already seen too much,” Blair had said. “If she wanted to betray us she could have done it back there. Letting her come might actually make things easier.” So Tara came. It wasn’t easy at all. Everything we’d built to start fresh somewhere else but it turned out to be the best
Gianna’s POVBlair’s laughter rang out in the apartment as she twirled in front of the mirror showing off a figure-hugging dress that screamed confidence. Her date Jules, leaned against the doorway with a smug grin, his tailored black shirt rolled up at the sleeves revealing strong forearms. He works out just fine. He was undeniably handsome… too handsome, really and he knew it. That doesn’t stop him from wanting my girl. “Alright, do we look hot or do we look HOT?” Blair asked spinning on her heels. Yeah don’t ask how she’s adopted the girly life whenever she feels like. I cannot walk with heels for more than an hour but she’s mastered it so bad. “You both look fine. Now can I have some quiet tonight?” I teased giving Jules a pointed look. “Some of us would like to sleep without how do I put this? Audible distractions.” “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, G. But don’t worry. We’ll try to keep it down. Try.” Blair cackled clearly unbothered.I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t hide my smil
Gianna’s POVI was clearing off a table my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Kayden and Kate’s latest antics that really shook me when I saw Tara walk in. It wasn’t her walking in that got my attention. Her movement did. She usually had a spring in her step and a bright smile but today she looked pale and nervous her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Why didn’t I like that look at all. “Hey, Tara. What’s wrong?” I frowned wiping my hands on my apron as I made my way over to her.“Can we talk?” She glanced around as if making sure no one else was listening. “Of course.” I led her to the back where the staff took their breaks and sat down beside her. “What happened?” Tara hesitated, biting her lip. “I… I met this kid at school. He was… weird, you know? He kept saying things about werewolves being real.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “He said his dad was one.” “And what did you say to him?” My heart plummeted a cold rush of fear tightening my chest. “I laughed it off at firs
Gianna’s POVI stepped into the study, the air thick with the weight of unspoken thoughts. The room dimly lit by a single desk lamp felt quieter than I remembered it. The three of them Kane, Klaus, and Keith were all seated around the massive wooden desk their expressions intense and distant like they were lost in their own worlds. It wasn’t the same feeling I used to get when I saw them those cold, detached stares their arrogance always hanging in the air like a thick fog. But now? They were different. Their postures weren’t as rigid as before, their bodies leaned slightly forward in a way that told me they were waiting for something. As soon as they saw me, a collective shift occurred. The change was immediate. Each of them sat up straighter their eyes darting to me like I was the one thing that could fill the empty space between us. It hit me the something had changed in them. Something was differen and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. They were more... present now. The a
Gianna’s POVThe suite was nothing short of stunning high ceilings, velvet curtains and furniture so plush it felt like a crime to sit on it. But I didn’t care. It wasn’t the grandeur that made my stomach twist; it was the fact that this suite was in their wing. Their wing. The triplets had never let me near their personal space before not even when we’d lived under the same roof for months as their beloved mate back then. Back then I’d been shoved into a room far removed from them, a clear reminder of how little I mattered. But now? Now they wanted me here within arm’s reach. It was suspicious to say the least. I don’t think I like it. I glanced at Kane who had led me to the suite, his expression unreadable as ever. They should have asked a maid to do so right? They wanted nothing to do with me the other time. Oh, I’m their curse breaker. “Why here?” I asked. “You’ll be safer in this part of the palace” he said, his tone clipped. Safer. Right. Like that explained anything.
Gianna’s POVThe jet hummed beneath me, a quiet, relentless reminder of the impossible situation I found myself in. I didn’t argue when they led me aboard what was the point? Resistance was futile. The triplets had won just like they always seemed to win everything from birth. They’d taken me, my kids and whatever semblance of freedom I’d thought I had left. Of course, they were stinking rich. Private jet, lavish interiors, attendants who looked like they’d stepped out of a designer magazine… it all screamed power. The kind that crushed anything in its path. I didn’t even look at them as we settled in. I found my seat by the window and stared out at the endless sky, desperate to lose myself in its expanse. Anything to avoid the suffocating tension in the cabin. Kate and Kayden’s laughter bubbled through the space, their innocent giggles an ironic contrast to the storm churning inside me. I couldn’t even be mad at them. They didn’t know better. The triplets had wormed their way i
Gianna’s POVThe aftermath of our time together left my body humming, my toes still curling from the way King had thoroughly claimed me. I had never been touched, taken or loved like that before. My entire being felt sated yet a hollow ache crept into the corners of my mind. I wished for a fleeting moment that we could rewind time, fall back into each other’s arms and relive that euphoric high. But I knew better. I always knew better. Sleep found me quickly, pulling me under like a heavy wave, but even in my dreams, his touch lingered.I woke to the gentle press of his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my arm. My eyes fluttered open to find him gazing at me with a softness that unraveled me further. His lips found mine, the kiss tender yet charged with an unspoken intensity. This time, when he moved over me, it wasn’t fast or frenzied. He made love to me as if he knew. As if he could sense that this was goodbye. Each thrust was deliberate every touch reverent and when he whispered
Gianna’s POVI woke up feeling hollow, my heart a quiet, fragile thing, trembling with every beat. The weight of everything pressed down on my chest like a hand squeezing the life out of me. My heart was too soft, too eager to love and it had betrayed me again. Why the hell did I think falling for King was a good idea? Why the hell is it that I don’t have control over my heart whatsoever? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my decision as solid as the cold floor beneath my feet. I’d made up my mind. I was going to sleep with King get it out of the way. Just once. Just to know how it felt. And then I’d leave this godforsaken place for good. I couldn’t stay. Not when everything inside me screamed to run. The thought of being here, bound to him watching my heart break little by little, it wasn’t a life. It was a slow death. By nightfall, I was standing outside his door, my hand trembling as I reached for the knob. My mind was chaos, my emotions a war zone. But my body… My
King’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, a sound so soft it shouldn’t have been able to stir anything. But it did. My jaw clenched, my fists tightening at my sides as I leaned against the wall trying to collect myself. My body still ached, still burned with need but my frustration? That boiled hotter. Alice. She had the nerve to come back now, after I warned her not to? After everything she’d done, after all the chaos she’d caused, she thought she could walk back into my life like nothing happened? I shoved off the wall, raking a hand through my hair. My mind felt like a damn battlefield every thought crashing into the next nothing making sense. My need for Gianna hell, my need to claim her, to have her still roared inside me but it clashed against the anger Alice stirred. Dragging my phone out of my pocket, I dialed Liam. It rang twice before he answered, his voice calm and collected, the exact opposite of mine. “She’s back.” I said, my words clipped, my voice low. “I f
Gianna’s POVI pushed the door open slowly, feeling the ache in my legs the pulse of the orgasm he’d pulled from me still thrumming through my body. The room was dim with only moonlight streaming in through the curtains and there he was sprawled on the couch like he’d been waiting for me the whole time. He sat up the moment I walked in, his dark eyes locking onto mine. There was something anxious about the way he looked, like he had something to say and couldn’t wait a second longer. I could feel the tension coming off him but I wasn’t ready to deal with him yet. I sank onto the chair farthest from him keeping my distance. I needed it, just a little space though my traitorous body screamed at me to move closer. He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration obvious. He leaned forward his elbows on his knees. “Gianna, I need to tell you.” He started his voice rough and low.I didn’t answer didn’t even blink because I knew whatever he was about to say would piss me off in ways I
Gianna’s POVThe walk back to the cabin was quieter than I expected. The air was heavy and the woods unusually still and every step felt like a battle between my emotions. I didn’t want to think about what I’d seen the rogue’s words or the lingering ache in my chest. But it was impossible not to. By the time I reached the cabin the soft glow of the kitchen lights spilling out onto the porch made me pause. For a moment, I just stood there taking it in. The faint sound of laughter floated out, and when I opened the door, I found King with the kids in the kitchen. They were all smiles their faces lit up with joy as they helped him set the table. The woman was gone. There was no trace of her scent in the house and I felt a pang of relief so sharp it almost hurt. Goddess. “Mom!” the kids called out, rushing to hug me. Their little arms around me were grounding, reminding me of what mattered most. “King made our favorite!” Kate exclaimed her voice filled with excitement. I looke
Gianna’s POVI laid there in bed with my babies curled up on either side of me, their tiny hands clutching onto me like I was their whole world, and yet I felt like mine was crumbling. My throat burned as I swallowed again and again trying to keep the pain locked down where it couldn’t break free. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of them. I had to be strong for them at least. But how? How was I supposed to hold it together when everything felt like it was falling apart? I knew I was stupid to let myself be involved in this mess emotionally. How did she even walk into the cabin like that? Like she owned the place. Like she belonged. And why wouldn’t she? She was his mate, for Goddess’ sake. His fucking mate. The one person I could never compete with. The one person who was made for him in ways I never could be. Not that I want to be right? I don’t care what they do, right? Fuck but why does it hurt. And she was stunning. I hated how beautiful she was. I hated how perfect she loo