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
Gianna’s POVI stood in front of my mirror pulling on a snug pair of jeans that hugged my curves perfectly. I paired it with a cropped sweater, casual enough for the day’s agenda but revealing just a hint of skin. Blair was about to get an earful of the tea I’d brewed overnight. Liam was hiding something from Alice (I was sure of it) and if anyone could help me dig into this mess it was her. In the kitchen, I heard King moving around with the clatter of pots and pans breaking the quiet. He’d been in this strange mood since last night. Tight lipped. Tense. As if just being in the same room as me was testing his patience. To be fair, I hadn’t made it easy for him. Last night after Liam and Tom had left I’d been restless. The tension in my body refused to dissipate because I was curious and I’d wandered into the kitchen even after I left his office where King was making himself a late night snack. Dressed in my short shorts and a sheer vest that clung to my upper body, I’d leaned
Gianna’s POVBack at the cabin, I saw King in the backyard shirtless and sparring with a punching bag like it had insulted his entire bloodline. His muscles flexed and rippled under the rays of the afternoon sun glistening with sweat as he landed punch after punch. What I would do to lick the sweat off. He looked different today than any day I’ve ever seen him. A bit tighter like something was clawing at him from the inside. His jaw was clenched, his movements sharp and restless. My curiosity got the better of me. “Who pissed in your coffee this morning?” I called out walking toward him. He turned to glance at me his dark eyes blazing with something I couldn’t quite place. It looked like he wanted to rain his fury on me too. “You here to train or to run your mouth?” He grunted moodily. I rolled my eyes but I was already pulling my sweatshirt over my head leaving me in a tank top and my sweatpants. Since I couldn’t give Blair the tea, I might as well train. “Let’s go then.” I
Gianna’s POVI waited until Kayden and Kate were fast asleep before I made my way out of the room. Sneaking out like a teenager. I bite back a snicker because I am too wanton right now. I stood in the doorway for what felt like forever, my pulse thrumming in my ears. He was lying flat on the bed one arm stretched across his chest, the other resting above his head and his face calm in sleep. At least, I thought he was asleep. My legs moved before my brain caught up, taking me closer until I was standing by his bed. The man always looked so unshakable during the day but now? Now he looked...peaceful. Vulnerable even. A part of me screamed to turn around and leave but the rest of me and the part that was restless and aching didn’t care about logic. I was HORNY as hell and watching him lie there, so perfectly sculpted like some Greek god wasn’t helping. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding my breath. He didn’t move. Not one action of his shows he was awake. But I knew King bet
Gianna’s POVI stared at myself in the mirro biting my lip as I adjusted the shorts for the fifth time. They weren’t mine obviously. Blair had left them behind and I hadn’t bothered returning them because well...lazy. But now? Now they felt like a blessing. Cause they are the only seductive stuff I could think of at such a shrot notice. They barely covered my ass and the frayed hem teasing the tops of my thighs in a way that screamed look at me. I tugged at the waistband again which was useless because it didn’t need adjusting. These shorts had one job and they were doing it perfectly: driving King insane. It is such a shame I have to result to doing this. For the top I reached for a white spaghetti strap tank. It clung to my skin like a second layer, showing just enough to be suggestive but not scandalous since there are kids. My curves had gotten... fuller since giving birth and this shirt barely covered anything. Perfect. I could see the colors my nipples. If he’s going to ke
Gianna’s POVThe woods were quiet, the kind of quiet that made you feel like the trees were holding their breath. Like I am currently doing. I trailed behind Blair my steps crunching against the forest floor the leaves damp from last night’s dew. She hadn’t said a word since she told me to follow her but I could see it in her stiff shoulders and the way she kept twisting her fingers, something was eating her up inside. “Blair” I called softly trying to catch her attention. She didn’t stop, just kept walking until we were deep enough that the cabin was a distant. Finally, she halted turning to face me. Her face was flushed her lips parted slightly as if she was struggling to find the right words. I crossed my arms, waiting. “Well?” I prompted when the silence stretched too long. Blair ran a hand through her hair, letting out a shaky breath. I hate when Nlair is nervous since she is usually not like to is. LI’ve been...seeing someone” she said quickly like ripping off a banda
King’s POVGianna’s been on a mission to kill me this week. There’s no other explanation. Every single day she’s been prancing around the house in next to nothing, acting like she doesn’t notice the effect she has on me. But she knows. Oh, she fucking knows. I’m barely hanging on by a thread here taking cold showers like my life depends on it and she’s just waltzing around like a goddess sent to ruin me. Today, though? Today was the last straw. I walked into the kitchen ready to start dinner for the kids and there she was making cereal. Cereal. Like she couldn’t have picked any other damn time or room to be in. And of course she was wearing the tiniest little shorts and a tank top that barely covered her ample boobs. Her back was to me and my eyes instantly trailed down to the curve of her hips. She turned around her big, innocent eyes meeting mine and I swear I almost lost it right there. The little smirk she gave me like she knew exactly what she was doing almost broke me.
King’s POVI was sitting in my room still reeling from what happened earlier. Gianna had me so wound up I couldn’t even think straight. That woman was playing with fire and didn’t even care she might get burned. The sweatshirt she wore? Mine. Her scent all over it? Also mine. And the way she looked at me before walking out like I was the one who should be begging? She was driving me insane. I ran my hands through my hair and leaned back against the bed, trying to calm myself down, but it was no use. I didn’t even hear the knock at first. It came again, sharp and loud pulling me out of my thoughts. I thought maybe it was her, maybe Gianna was coming back to finish what she started. My cock jumped in my pants at the thought because I’ll make her scream her lungs for making me wait. My chest tightened at the thought, my pulse racing as I got up to open the door. But it wasn’t her. Standing there was a woman I never thought I’d see again. a woman from the past I thought I won’t ha
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