Keith’s POVThe bathroom mirror was still fogged up from the hot shower as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it loosely around my waist. Steam curled around me as I pushed open the door and stepped into my dimly lit bedroom. My muscles ached from hours of training and even more hours of listening to my brothers strategize, argue and brood. My focus was already on collapsing into bed when I froze mid step. Catherine. She was lying on MY bed completely naked, her pale skin illuminated by the faint moonlight seeping through the floor to ceiling window. Her long legs were casually crossed, her arm resting under her head and she looked at me with a sultry smile that I was sure she thought was irresistible. “Keith.” She purred, her voice low and silky. “I was starting to think you’d never come out.” My jaw tightened, my eyes narrowing as I took her in. Full breasts, toned stomach, curves that most men would have fallen over themselves to worship, it was all there. Truthfully, she was
Klaus’s POVThe air in my study was thick with the scent of old books and burning wood from the fireplace but none of it helped calm my mind. Ingrid sat across from me on the velvet couch flipping through wedding invitations like this was all that mattered. She hummed softly to herself, utterly oblivious to the tension coiling tighter in my chest with every second that passed. All she wanted was for this goddammned wedding to take place so she become a queen. How absurd. “What do you think about this one?” She asked holding up a card with gold embossing and intricate lace edges. Her smile was bright, hopeful. “It’s fine.” I barely glanced at it.Her smile faltered slightly but she didn’t push. Ingrid never did. She was graceful, composed, the perfect picture of a future queen. And I hated that I couldn’t feel anything for her beyond duty. “You’ve been distracted lately.” She set the card down and studied me, her blue eyes narrowing just a little. “I have a kingdom to run.” I r
Gianna’s POVThe dream was vivid. Too vivid. I stood in the middle of the grand hall I had once called home, the walls are now oppressive. The three Alpha Kings surrounded me, their presence suffocating, their stormy grey eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name but it looks like regret? Desperation? “Gianna.” Kane start with his voice uncharacteristically soft. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out but stopping from my arm. “Please, come back. We need you.” “No.” I replied firmly, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “I’m content where I am. I’ve found peace. I’ve found a life without you.” Keith’s jaw tightened, his frustration bleeding through. He has always been the one I respected most amongst the brothers but no after he did nothing to stop them from hurting me. “You think this is just about us? About what we did? It’s bigger than that, Gianna. The kingdom—” But I had to cut him off. “Don’t.” I interrupted sharply, my glare locking onto him. “Don’t u
Gianna’s POVThe dream still lingered in my mind as I opened my eyes to the soft morning light through the curtains. I sat up slowly, my body tens. The dream has weight and the weight of its meaning pressing against my chest. It felt like more than just a nightmare like a warning. First the rogue’s unintelligent words and now this? The universe seemed to be yelling at me to wake up to prepare for what might come. What if they were already sniffing around the pack again? What if their desperation had finally pushed them to cross the line they had hovered near for two years? I swung my legs off the bed, careful not to wake the twins as I dressed quickly. My heart pounded as I thought about what I needed to do next. I couldn’t let this fester. If I ignored it, I’d only be blindsided later and there was no way I’d let them catch me off guard. Not again. Not after the way Kane had tackled me in the woods that time I tied to run away. King. I needed to know more about his plans. What
Gianna’s POVI collapsed onto the ground with my limbs splayed out like a dead fish as my chest heaved for air. The cool earth felt like a balm against my overheated skin and my glare shot toward King became more dangerous. He stood over me, his arms crossed and a stupid smug smile tugging at his lips. He looked insufferably pleased with himself and somehow, that made him even more maddeningly handsome. Annoyingly so!That smug expression softened the sharp edges of his rugged face making him look younger and much more approachable. For a brief moment, my breath caught in my throat. This man was a goddess’s favorite. It was so easy to forget that beneath the imposing Alpha exterior, King was also human. A man who bled and breathed like the rest of us and yet carried himself like he was forged from fire and iron. Like he was too good to be mortal. Compared to the triplets who exuded a quiet and regal charm, King was all raw power and rough masculinity. Rugged and rough edged as thou
King’s POVI sat behind my desk, papers scattered across the surface in absolute chaos, frustration building as I go through the mess for the one thing I needed. That one paper… our blueprint. Every plan, every misstep, every idea Liam, Tom, and I had come up with decades ago was scribbled on it. That paper has our entire lives in it. It was supposed to be here.But it wasn’t. I had turned my study upside down. Books toppled from shelves, drawers were yanked open and dumped onto the floor and my once-organized desk looked like a battlefield. My temples throbbed as I stared at the mess trying to think where else it could be. Liam and Tom swore they had left it here when we decided to reanalyze our strategy back then. We’d needed to understand where we’d gone wrong. What could have slipped through the cracks? My thoughts were interrupted when the door creaked open and I looked up sharply half-expecting Liam or Tom to walk in with some snide comment about my ‘panic.’ Instead, Alic
Gianna’s POVThe cabin buzzed with laughter, and the mouthwatering scent of roasted vegetables and slow cooked meat. King, predictably grumbling but secretly pleased, had taken over the kitchen after I dramatically declared that my cooking skills would send the place up in flames. It wasn’t true, well, not entirely, but I knew his food was far better than mine and this night had to be perfect. Liam was bringing his mate. His mate!The news reached me yesterday in the most unexpected way. I’d been chatting with Blair when she casually dropped that the entire pack house was celebrating Liam’s good fortune. At first, I thought she’d meant Tom after all, they both shared the same titl and I’d recently seen Tom with a particularly stunning she wolf in the woods. But Blair had quickly clarified, shaking her head with a knowing smile. "No, not Tom.” She ground out. "Liam. And the pack house is buzzing.” I’d been excited with a tangle of emotions washing over me. Happiness, of course
King’s POVThe hallway was quieter than usual as I led Liam and Tom toward my office with their footsteps echoing behind me. Gianna always curious had tried to tag along her bright eyes practically sparkling with mischief as she hovered around. “I’ll catch up later.” I told her firmly stopping her with a look. “Go check on the kids.” She pouted a small huff escaping her lips, but I didn’t budge. She always managed to worm her way into things she had no business knowing, but not this time. She gave a dramatic sigh before spinning on her heel and heading toward the living room. I hope she won’t hover outside wanting to eavesdrop. That little woman is not beyond anything. As soon as we entered my office, I closed the door with a quiet click and turned to face Liam and Tom crossing my arms. “Alright” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut glass. “You’re hiding something. Spill it.” They exchanged a glance Tom raising a brow while Liam shifted uncomfortably. It was unusual to see Li
Kane’s POVThe morning light seeped through the heavy curtains casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, groaning softly as I shifted under the weight of exhaustion.My muscles ache which was a reminder of how wild the night before was. For a moment I thought I was still dreaming until the warmth against my chest pulled me fully into consciousness. It was Gianna. And I was the only one that didn’t fuck here yesterday. She was exhausted by those fuckers. Her small soft and luscious frame was pressed against me still naked, her hair fanning over my shoulder like a silken veil. She was so mesmerizing even this early in the morning with thoroughly sexed look. I blinked taking in the peaceful expressions of Keith and Klaus sprawled across the enormous bed. Unlike me, they were dead to the world their breathing deep and even. And then I felt it a soft, wet sensation trailing up my chest setting my already hard morning cock on fire. It was ramrod now and aching.My breath hitched as
Gianna’s POVThe water soaked us both and Klaus’s hand trailed to my thing. The only piece of clothing I totally forgot to remove. Who even wore it for me last night? Probably one of the brothers. His hand tugs my soaked thong to the side and I cover my gasp against his neck as he slides his finger between my folds. He spreads my wetness on my clit before pinching it painfully. I push closer as he circles my opening but doesn’t penetrate me. Toying. Edging. Teasing.But never letting me chase the ecstasy his skillful touch brings. Klaus is so wicked. I feel empty yet full and it’s a twisted sensation I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Even now, his control hasn’t snapped while I’m all sorts of fucked up. My body craves the orgasm but its waiting for his permission. My hand still on his wrist, I push in a silent plea to give me something. Anything. I buck against his palm in wicked pleasure when he listens and shoves his finger in achingly slow. Damn it! It’s not enough. Hating hi
Gianna’s POVHis only reply came in the form of his dropping to his stomach and hoisting my legs over his shoulders. Gods this man is obsessed with my pussy. It took everything in me not to tighten my thighs around his head and urge him closer.“Do you know what I like to do with my candy?” He asked his nose nudging against my pussy his heated breath brushing my sensitivity. “What?” I asked with a silent gulp. His gaze steadied on mine as he placed soft kisses on my inner thigh. “I like to savor it. One lick at a time…” He was toying with me making my breath hitch every time he looked like he would take me in her mouth. “…until every bit of the hard shell is gone and that warm center melts in my mouth.”The right corner of his lips elevated as he kissed my entrance and then he looked back up at me. “Will you melt for me, baby?”My jaw was practically trembling as I whispered. “Yes.”Deliberately, he licked me. Tortured me. Tasted me. Feasted on me. Every suck of his lips and stroke
Gianna’s POVFUCK, I needed him to move faster. I was sure I would climax the moment he moved my underwear. I had nearly come at just being bent over his lap. Each slap had sent a pulse through my core and down into my already throbbing clit. His mouth was back on my nipple, and I rocked and arched into the sensation as he sucked and squeezed the tautness between his teeth. With one arm beneath me, his other traveled down my side, pausing to grip my hip, my ass and the thigh of my bent leg. My arms were already starting to ache above my head at his slow pace. Every time his tongue swirled on my nipple, or he teased me I bucked my hips against his, utterly desperate for that friction.He chuckled on my skin, tongue flicking at my breast as the very tips of his fingers slid up my inner thigh “Is this what you want?” He asked. His breath heated over my wet peak fingers practically dancing over my pussy. “Yes!” I almost cried.“Yes, what?” His voice was stern. Commanding. Painstakingly
Keith’s POV"YES." Gianna squealed out. The word, whispered and breathless that sent a shiver through me. I leaned in, my mouth crashing against hers, fierce and possessive, before pulling her into my arms. She gasped as I threw her over my shoulder, and the sound of her startled laughter was followed by my name tumbling from her lips. "Keith!" The grin tugging at my lips was anything but innocent. My hand smacked her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet, and she flinched before letting out a greedy little moan. The sound went straight to my core, stirring something dark and primal. "You're playing a dangerous game, Gianna!" I murmured trailing my hand over her reddening ass cheek squeezing that soft flesh before landing another sharp slap. Her high-pitched squeal was music to my ears. Crossing the threshold of my room, I tossed her onto the bed with ease. She landed with a bounce, her dark hair spilling around her in waves and that mischievous smile curved her lips, daring me t
Gianna’s POVThe next morning I woke up to the sound of soft whispers and a light breeze coming through my open balcony doors. I sound poetic because I’m happy. Shit. Sunlight streamed into the room illuminating the soft lilac curtains swaying gently. I stretched lazily my muscles deliciously sore a constant reminder of the triplets' err devotion for the lack of better words. But today felt different. Quiet. Too quiet. Maybe because the kids weren’t here? I need to go see them then. I sat up, scanning the room expecting one of them to be lingering like they often did. Nothing. Nyx entered shortly after balancing a tray of breakfast. She placed it on the table with a slight smirk. “You must’ve worn them out, my Queen.” She added the last word mockingly with a friendly smile on her face. I raised a brow. “Me?” “Yes, you. The Kings have been up and about since dawn. They’ve been busy in meetings, from what I hear. But!” she paused dramatically “they left a surprise for you.” “A
Gianna’s POV“Alright, Queenie. We’re calm now. But I think we could use a distraction. Don’t you agree, brothers?” As the tension in the room eased, Keith broke the silence with a sly grin.“What do you have in mind, Keith?” Klaus raised a brow his lips curving into a smirk. “I was thinking since we missed most of the fun of the festival, maybe we could create our own. Something private.” Keith said, standing and offering me his hand. “And by ‘private,’ you mean?” Kane leaned back in his chair his eyes narrowing playfully. “Let’s just say I have an idea that’ll take our Queen’s mind off any lingering stress.” Keith winked at me pulling me to my feet. Minutes later, I found myself in the palace gardens bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The triplets had led me here, each wearing a mischievous grin that made me both nervous and curious. I thought they were going to drag me to their chamber and have their way with me. They are surprising me time and again and a huge par
Gianna’s POVThe journey back to the palace was heavy with tension. Kane and Klaus walked ahead, their shoulders rigid while Keith stayed by my side his jaw clenched in frustration. The festival’s earlier joy felt like a distant event as the encounter with the shadowling weighed on all of us. It’s that bad. Once inside the grand hall the triplets didn’t waste time. Klaus barked an order, summoning the palace guards to tighten security around the borders. Keith immediately requested for the prophetess to be brought in his tone sharp enough to send the servants scurrying. The prophetess arrived shortly after her entrance almost comical in its awkwardness. She shuffled into the room her robes slightly too large and her hair a frizzy halo around her face. She looked nothing like the ancient, wise seer I had expected more like someone who had accidentally stumbled into the role. “Prophetess Zara explain why there was a shadowling in the village during festival!” Klaus said, his voice
Gianna’s POVKlaus leaned against the doorway, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he watched me brush out my hair. I don’t even know why I decided to do that when we are all just talking about nothing and everything. Guess to do something else that doesn’t involve fantasizing about their dicks all the time. “You know, there’s a festival in the village today. You should come with us. It’ll be fun!” he said looking hopeful like the rest of his brothers. “A festival? What’s the occasion?l I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “It’s an annual thing. It’s a celebration of life, the sea and a chance for everyone to… forget.” Kane chimed in from the couch where he was fiddling with a dagger like it was a toy. His smirk was sharp, but his tone softened at the last word. “We thought you might like to dress for the occasion too.” Keith appeared beside Klaus holding a bundle of fabric. I eyed the fabric warily. “What is it?” “Something fitting for a festival by the water…” Klaus said, stepping