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
King’s POVThe quietness of the small town was a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed me for the past two years. I leaned against the cool brick wall of the alley my eyes fixed on Gianna as she stood on the dimly lit street. She looked… peaceful. Happy. Her new dark hair (that they used probably to throw us off, cute) framed her face and her lips curved into a soft smile as she waved to the man who walked away from her his hand lingering at his side as if he regretted letting hers go. Then he turned, kissed her cheek and said something that made her smile. She looks free here. Smiling and grinning like she never had before. I clenched my fists my nails digging into my palms as I fought the urge to storm across the street and rip him away from her. My chest burned with something primal, something I hadn’t felt in years. Was this jealousy? Rage? Or the unbearable weight of guilt? Do I have any right to feel? “Eric huh?” Liam muttered at my side his tone flat but laced wit
Third Person’s POVBlair pressed her lips together to stifle a moan as Jules moved above her his hands gripping her hips firmly. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, but she couldn’t lose herself completely. Not when Gianna and the kids were asleep just a few doors down. Her nails raked across Jules’s back as she bit down on her lower lip her body arching into him. She realized she loved sex so much in the human world. She’s had enough one night stands but with Jules? He knows just about the right places. "God, Blair" Jules whispered and groaned at the same time with his voice low and strained as he fought to keep his own sounds quiet. "Shhh," she managed her voice shaky but amused. "You’re going to wake them." "I can’t help it" he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "You drive me insane." Blair smirked and tugged him closer, her teeth grazing his shoulder as she whispered back. “Then keep going." The room was filled with the f
Gianna’s POVI tucked Kayden and Kate into bed, their soft curls tickling my fingers as I brushed them back. Kate clung tightly to her stuffed rabbit, her lips parted as she drifted into sleep while Kayden’s tiny hand rested protectively on her arm. My heart softened at the sight, a warmth filling me that I hadn’t felt in years. When it comes to my children, everything just brightens. I look forward to seeing them after a long stressful day. "Goodnight, my love” I whispered, leaning down to kiss their foreheads. I didn’t mean to linger but my body felt too heavy to move. The mattress dipped slightly as I sat on the edge of the bed, just for a moment, just to rest my tired eyes. Work had been exhausting, as always, and Tara's behavior only added to my weariness. She hadn’t been home since she asked if we were werewolves. I didn’t know whether she was avoiding us or if something bigger was at play. The questions weighed on me but the comfort of my children eased the tension in my
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