Gianna’s POVThe moment I opened the cabin door, I froze in the entryway greeted by a scene that could only be described as chaos. Blair and Liam stood at the kitchen counter, their hands buried in what looked like dough while Kayden and Kate were running circles around them, tossing flour like snowflakes. The air smelled faintly of sugar and burnt... something. Flour covered every surface starting from the counters, the floor, even the walls in some places. It clung to their clothes, hair, and faces like they’d been in a war zone. My kids looked like tiny ghosts, grinning ear to ear as they darted around the room. Behind me, King let out a low, guttural growl that only I could hear. It vibrated down my spine, making me shiver. It was deep in my mouth earlier. That growl. “That,” he muttered under his breath, “is why I hate people being in my space.” I glanced back at him, his jaw tight and his eyes simmering with barely contained irritation. For a split second, I almost pitie
King’s POVThe cabin was unusually quiet save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace and the low murmur of voices as Liam, Tom, and I sat at the small dining table. The air felt heavy and loaded with the kind of tension that had become second nature over the years. The three of us were huddled close, the weight of our decades long plan pressing down on us as we spoke in hushed tones."The Alpha Kings are already sniffing where they shouldn’t," Liam said, his sharp blue eyes flicking toward me. "If we don’t move quickly, this whole thing is going to fall apart." I leaned back in my chair, my arms crossed over my chest. "It’s not that simple," I muttered, my voice tighter than I intended. "They aren’t just sniffing. They’re digging. They’re calculating. They’ve spent their lives perfecting the art of control." Tom, sitting to my right rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw his expression unreadable. He has been so tired lately I wonder what is going on with him. “This thing we’v
Gianna’s POVBlair and I walked deeper into the woods. Leaves crunched beneath our boots, the only sound breaking the heavy silence between us. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye already bracing for her reaction to what I was about to tell her. Blair was never one to take betrayal lightly and this wasn’t just a betrayal, it was a storm brewing on every front. Ugh, I don’t want to be the one to tell her. "You’re awfully quiet.” she said finally breaking the silence. Her sharp green eyes flicked toward me, her tone laced with suspicion. "What’s going on?" I hesitated for a moment, my gaze fixed on the path ahead. Here goes nothing I guess. “A lot.” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. "I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you." Blair stopped walking, forcing me to turn and face her. Her expression was unreadable, but the tension in her posture said everything. “Spill it, G. All. Of. It." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. There was no easy way
Gianna’s POVThe rogue’s smirk lingered as he stepped closer to the edge of the river, his confidence stinking even with the rushing water between us. I stood my ground, every muscle in my body coiled tight ready for whatever he was planning. Blair shifted behind me, her growl a low, steady warning. They are a threat. “Careful.” He said, raising a hand as if to placate us. “I’m not here to pick a fight. At least, not yet.” His companion remained in wolf form, pacing just behind him like a shadow its glowing eyes trained on Blair. That one looks like bad news. “You’re trespassing.” I said, my voice firm and even despite the fear in me. “Give us one good reason why we shouldn’t rip you apart right now.” The rogue laughed at that the sound grating that set my teeth on edge. “You could try, sweetheart, but I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say first.” Blair’s growl deepened, but I held up a hand, signaling her to wait. She is already angry all her decisions won’t make s
Gianna’s POVThe night dragged on with every second stretching into eternity while I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. The rogue’s words replayed in my mind like a broken record. His smirk, his calculated demeanor, even the way he had stood so calmly despite Blair’s rage… it all unsettled me. But there was something else. Something in his eyes, a fleeting emotion I couldn’t quite place. Sympathy. It made no sense. Rogues were ruthless, selfish creatures who thrived on chaos and deaths. Yet, in his gaze, I had seen something different. Was it hesitation? Regret? My gut twisted as I turned over, trying to shake the thought. He said he wanted the twins. He claimed he wanted to take them far away. But why did it feel like a lie? Or maybe not a lie, but a distraction. Like he was saying what his companion expected him to say, not what he truly meant. It was what they were sent to say. I squeezed my eyes shut willing sleep to take me but it refused to come. Minutes turned into
Gianna’s POVThe walk back through the woods felt different this time. Lighter somehow. My mind was no longer clouded with the rogue’s bad intentions or the weight of the world that seemed to rest on my shoulders. For the first time in what felt like forever, I had a plan. Of my own!It wasn’t perfect, maybe even far from it. It wasn’t even something I could tell anyone about, not even King. Especially not King. The rogue’s words replayed on repeat in my head. “He’s protecting you, sure, but for the endgame. Don’t mistake his protection for trust. He’s keeping secrets and so should you.”At first, I had frowned at the suggestion. But then I’d thought of all the times King had blatantly told me I was a pawn in his game. A means to an end. He’d never sugarcoated it and never pretended otherwise. If he could keep his cards close to his chest, why couldn’t I? By the time I reached the cabin, the tension in my shoulders had eased. My steps felt steady and my resolve solid. I didn’t h
Gianna’s POVThe movie played on, its colors and silly characters filling the room with noise. But without the kids' cheerful comments or King’s brooding presence, the cabin felt quieter… emptier. I stretched out on the couch trying to focus on the scenes flashing across the screen but my thoughts kept drifting back to the rogue and the secrets now bubbling just beneath the surface. What a rollercoaster. My life has turned into a circus for sure. Even I can’t catch up with everything that is going on anymore. I sighed sinking deeper into the cushions, hoping to lose myself in the distraction around me. Then, my phone buzzed against the coffee table. I frowned. The thing hardly ever made a sound unless Blair was trying to reach me. Sure enough, when I picked it up her name blinked across the screen. She is the only one that calls me then Liam and Tom occasionally. Blair: Hey, my roommate’s acting weird. She’s been crying all night, and it’s creeping me out. She won’t talk to me.
King’s POVI stepped out of the cabin, the morning sun hitting me directly in the face I winced. Too bright. Kate and Kayden's laughter echoed faintly behind me mingling with the scent of the forest. I glanced back once, catching a glimpse of them through the window with Kate tossing popcorn into the air while Kayden attempted to catch it with his mouth. Gianna was by the side eating the breakfast I made for them. The cabin didn’t feel like mine anymore. The space I’d once guarded with so much intensity was now cluttered with small shoes, half-finished drawings and the faint scent of cookies. A part of me should have resented the intrusion but instead, I felt... satisfied. Maybe even proud. It’s the most fucked up feeling I had to announce myself feeling. Truly. I turned back toward the pack house, shaking off the thought. Satisfaction was dangerous. It made you complacent and complacency had no place in my life. Not with so much at stake right now. I made my way to the pack
Gianna’s POVThe silence of the night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak as I followed the triplets through the dimly lit corridors, my mind a storm of thoughts and stupid emotions. My heart pounded in my chest with a strange mix of anticipation and something far darker. This wasn’t just about them anymore. This wasn’t just about the past or the wounds they had left behind. This was about me and about taking control, about finding something beyond the chaos that had swallowed me latly. When we reached the chambers, I didn’t pause or hesitate. I moved past them and straight toward the two tiny figures curled up on the massive bed. Kate and Kayden. My babies. My reason. Their soft breaths filled the room, their innocence untouched by the wreckage of my world. My chest ached as I stepped closer, brushing my fingers lightly over their foreheads. They stirred, their sleepy eyes fluttering ope and when they saw me, their drowsy smiles filled me with warmth I didn’t think I could sti
Gianna’s POVI watched them walk away. Their backs were rigid, their steps quick and full of fury. Each of them was retreating in their own way Kane with that eerie, dangerous silence and Klaus radiating pure rage and Keith, the one who always wavered, glancing back for a fraction of a second before clenching his fists and following his brothers. A cold emptiness spread inside me. I should have felt relief that they were leaving. But I didn’t. Instead, my chest was tight, my pulse erratic, my body itching to chase after them and make them listen to scream at them, to force them to understand the chaos they had thrown me into, to fix what they broke before it shattered beyond repair. I turned to King. And in that moment, I hated him. The words tore from my lips, raw and venomous. "I hate you." His expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes something deep, something unreadable. He didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself. He simply stood there watching me with
Gianna’s POVSilence stretched between us and it is thick and suffocating which was only broken by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was just blood rushing to everywhere in my body. Really, this is all happening so fast. King stood in front of me, unbothered, his stance relaxed like this wasn’t the beginning of something disastrous. His golden eyes flickered with something dark and something amused as he stared at my mates who were now seething. Klaus took another step into the room, his stormy grey gaze locked onto my throat onto the mark King had left there. His expressin twisted with something savage, something feral and then his lips curled back into a snarl. “What the fuck did you do?” Keith’s breathing was harsh, his fingers twitching at his sides as though he was seconds away from lunging. Kane, on the other hand was too still, his gaze was cold as steel, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. I swallowed hard, my body rigid. King
Gianna’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there, frozen in the wake of his words. His brothers. King was their brother and they have no freaking idea but how and when and what???The room was silent but my head was filled with noise. Thoughts crashing against each other, a storm of disbelief, fury, and something far worse something I refused to name. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me, waiting, gauging my reaction like he already knew what was coming. “You’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. It was a desperate plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched but his face remained unreadable. “I’m not.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to piece together the reality I had somehow missed. “That’s not…” I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible.” King tilted his head, his expression cold, indifferent but the tension in his shoulders told me otherwise. “It’s the truth.” “No.” My voice cracked. “No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something
Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b
King’s POV I pull them out just as I feel her clench harder. No way is she coming on my hand. Bending her at the waist, I push my pants and boxers lower and take out my angry dick. The head red with an intense need to fuck like I’ve been wanting to do all night. It was torture knowing she was bare underneath her dress and I couldn’t fill her.I step between her thighs and spread them wider with my legs, her sexy toes glinting in the dark. She still has her hands keeping herself open even though I can sense her nervousness beneath her false bravado. The first time I was gentle, slow but I know she doesn’t want that now.Tonight, she wants to be owned. Our sighs of pleasure are mutual when I dip my cock between her wet folds, lubricating my shaft with her juices. The red crown presses against her clit and I slap it with my tip, making her moan loudly.“Fuck, Gianna. So wet.” I trace her up and down. “So soft.” I push just the head in her cunt. “And tight.”Her walls clench around me
King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively
Gianna’s POVI squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs the light chest hair causing friction and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.“You’re so goddamn sweet, Gianna.” He groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.” He bite on my neck as he said that. Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from king’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms as i no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.LPlease fuck me, King” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I
Gianna’s POVI freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.Then why does it arouse me so much? Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.As if King can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear in that voice that could make even the nun want to be bad. “It’s jus