Kane’s POV
Without a word, we turned around and stormed back into the harem, our eyes darkened with a primal intensity. The women inside, who had adjusted their net lingerie and prepared themselves in hopes of catching our attention, shrank back the moment they saw our faces. They could sense the shift in the atmosphere. A few moments ago, we were indifferent, disinterested. Now? We were livid, out for blood. We ignored them, completely focused on finding the source of that scent, our mate. My heart pounded as our eyes scanned the room, senses sharp and wide open. Then I saw it, a small figure where the scent grew sweeter. Limp, half-hidden behind an overstuffed cushion. I moved first, pushing the cushion aside to reveal a young woman, unconscious, fragile, discarded like she meant nothing. My breath caught in my throat. It was her. She was the one our wolves had recognized as our true mate. Without hesitation, I bent down and scooped her into my arms, cradling her gently against my chest. A wave of overwhelming protectiveness surged through me, her small, vulnerable body nestled against me. I had never felt anything like this. Klaus and Keith flanked me, their expressions a mix of awe and fury. Just as we were about to leave with her, Eliot appeared at our side, a smug grin plastered across his face. His eyes fell on her limp form in my arms. “Ah, I see you’ve found her,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “That is the latest piece in my collection I was telling you about.” Keith’s eyes darkened with rage, and before I could even react, his fist shot out, connecting with Eliot’s jaw with a sickening crack. Eliot stumbled back, clutching his face in shock and pain, his arrogance quickly replaced by fear. “Call her that again, and you won’t be able to walk,” Keith growled, his voice low and dangerous. With Eliot silenced, we turned and left the harem, moving swiftly through the corridors until we reached our private suite. I carefully laid her on the large, soft bed, my hands trembling slightly as I pulled the covers over her small form. Klaus, inspecting her, spotted a lump forming at the back of her head. His expression hardened. How could they hurt her? His voice echoed in our mindlink, unable to mask the fury. “She’s hurt,” he said, not bothering to speak aloud. “We need a physician.” I nodded and called out to the maid outside, instructing her to fetch the best healer in the pack. The physician arrived quickly, his face serious as he examined her. His hands hovered over her head, glowing softly with healing energy as he worked to mend the injury. We watched anxiously, our hearts aching as the reality of how much we already cared for her hit us. Losing her, or worse, her being hurt, was unbearable. We’d only just found her, but she already meant everything. Finally, after what felt like forever, the physician looked up, relief in his expression. “She’ll be fine,” he reassured us. “The injury wasn’t severe, and I’ve healed her completely.” We all exhaled at the same time, a heavy weight lifting from our shoulders. After the physician left, we stood around the bed, our gazes fixed on her. She had suddenly become the center of our world. “She’s so fragile,” I muttered, feeling an unfamiliar tenderness surge through me. Something about her vulnerability called to me in a way nothing ever had. “I wonder how she survived being in that harem,” Keith murmured, his eyes tracing her sleeping form. “She shouldn’t have been there to begin with,” Klaus growled, his anger barely contained. “He had no fucking right.” “She doesn’t belong there,” I said firmly. “She belongs with us. We’ll take care of her, keep her safe.” We all nodded in agreement. Then Klaus spoke up again, his voice hard with suspicion. “We’ve been searching for her for so long, and she just shows up in a harem?” “I don’t care why,” Keith cut in, his eyes darkening as he watched the rise and fall of her chest. “She’s ours now, and no one is taking her away.” A heavy silence fell over the room, each of us lost in our thoughts. Then Keith’s nose twitched. He sniffed the air, catching something faint that hadn’t been there before. His eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You smell that?” he whispered, his voice dangerous. I froze, my senses sharpening as I picked up on the scent too. It was faint, almost hidden beneath the sweet fragrance of our mate, but it was there. Darker. More sinister. “That’s... that’s not possible,” I whispered, my heart sinking. Klaus stiffened, recognizing it immediately. His face twisted in disgust. “Witch,” he spat, venom dripping from his voice. Keith’s growl deepened, his eyes glowing with anger. “She’s a witch.” “But how?” I asked, disbelief filling me. “She doesn’t look like one... she doesn’t FEEL like one...” “She must be hiding it,” Klaus said coldly. “Witches are good at that. Hiding what they really are.” We exchanged a look, our hatred of witches making everything more complicated. We were bound to her, meant to protect and cherish her. But she was the very thing we loathed the most.Gianna’s POVI woke up slowly, my head pounding with a dull ache that was somewhere less than before. I winced as I shifted feeling the throb with each movement. My eyes fluttered open and I became very much aware of three enormous figures hovering over the bed I was lying in. My heart leapt in my chest and a scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. So much has been happening the last few hours but this is the peak of everything. What are these men doing here? “Easy, easy.” One of them said quickly, his deep voice soothing though gruff. “We are not going to hurt you.”I stared at them then blinked rapidly trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Three incredibly handsome identical men were standing around me, their expressions a mix of concern and something I couldn’t quite place. They are scary. They were massive, their broad shoulders and muscular frames filing the space around the bed. Each of them had the same dark hair and piercing gray eyes, a stark contrast in th
Gianna’s POV“That tray is for Gianna.” The head of the maids called glaring at me from the door. I quickly went towards the tray that is filled with tall champagne glasses filled with amber liquid. I took deep breaths then started towards the door waiting for the head of the maids to move before I passed. “And I dare you to do anything stupid.” She gritted in my ear as I passed. I held the tray tightly as I walked further into the ballroom that is filled to the brim with men and women in all sorts of outfits. Some are funny while others are downright creepy. It is a masquerade ball and everyone is allowed to dress like humans do during Halloween. That was what the Alpha Kings requested for their annual celebration taking place in our pack this year. Every year, one pack is selected to throw an annual party for the Alpha Kings to appreciate their dedication and commitment to keeping the werewolf realm safe from other creatures. Since I was born, it has never happened. Not once.
Kane’s POVI groaned as my brothers tried their best to wake me up. I’m usually a heavy sleeper, and I just wanted to get a bit of rest before we arrived at the Silver Moon Pack, but it seemed like we were there already."You better get dressed if you want to be at the party," Keith said, staring down at me."Why don’t we just postpone it?" I groaned, sitting up and blinking away the remnants of sleep."Don’t answer him," Klaus grumbled, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his hair.Rolling my eyes, I got up to get ready as well. It was only a few hours before we’d be off to another pack. This life gets exhausting, but being an Alpha King has never been easy.Standing in front of the grand mirror in our private suite, my brothers and I adjusted the final touches of our matching tailored suits. With our identical features—dark hair styled perfectly, stormy gray eyes holding the same intensity, and smooth olive skin—we were the definition of power.Of course there is no other lik
Gianna’s POVI woke up disoriented but the rough hands of the maids that dragged me earlier from the ballroom was too painful. Their fingers are digging into my arms as they forced me to sit up. I blinked but everything was still hazy. My body ached, the bruises from Blair and Olivia’s stinging slaps still fresh on my skin but the pain in my chest was worse. Alpha Eliot’s rejection is burning my insides. As soon as the maids realized that they had succeeded in roughly waking me up, they wasted no time and started stripping me off the stained uniform I was wearing. My eyes widened in embarrassment that someone is going to see me naked. No one ever has. I tried to fight them but their shape commands and tighter grips on me had me shutting up and within moments I found myself stark naked in the cold shower. The water hit my skin like needles but the maids didn’t care. They scrubbed me with efficiency that was more like torture, my eyes blurring with tears. “You’re lucky, you know.” O