Kira's POV “Let her go, Dane.” His father commanded, and obediently, he let go of my neck. I exclaimed softly as I rubbed my neck with my hand, trying to relieve the tension of his grip on me. “Kira, you may leave,” our Alpha said, and I obeyed, bowing to him before leaving. As I made my way back to the kitchen, I realized I needed to leave this pack house, I needed to leave this pack. But it was going to be hard because the men at the border wouldn’t let me pass. I had come to the conclusion that the longer I lived in the pack house, the more the triplets would continue inflicting pain on me for a crime I knew too well my parents never committed. “Kira.” I heard the familiar, annoying voice of Warrior Titus behind me and I frowned, wishing I could ignore him. But I couldn’t—he was a respected warrior. Turning around, I met his gaze, and he gave me that infuriating, cocky smile of his. “How are you doing, my dear Kira?” he said softly, giving me a perverted look as his eyes trail
Kira’s POV “Mate,” my wolf howled again. My heart stuttered, then raced as her words sank in. Could it be? Was my mate here, in the pack house? The thought sent a rush of excitement through me as my wolf urged me to go check, but I didn’t want to go in my wolf form. So I shifted back into my human form, and this time, the pain wasn’t as unbearable. I quickly went to my closet, searching for a dress, as the one I wore had been torn during my shifting. I picked the first dress my hand touched and got dressed. Taking one last glance at my reflection, I stepped out of my room, following the intoxicating scent that was pulling me forward. The scent was leading me toward the garden. My heart pounded in sync with my wolf’s excitement. Could it be that one of the guards was my mate? The closer I got, the stronger the scent became. The mansion was quiet as everyone had retired to sleep. It was past 12 a.m. As I stepped into the garden, my breath hitched. The air was thick with crisp pine
Kira’s POV I turned sharply, my eyes darting through the dimly lit hallway. The scent was stronger now—earthy yet rich, like aged whiskey and fresh rain. It wrapped around me, tugging at me just as Darius’s scent had, but this… this was different. This was new. I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. I took a step forward, drawn toward the scent. My body moved on its own, guided by instinct. I rounded the corner, my breath hitching as my gaze locked onto a tall figure standing at the other end of the hallway. His broad shoulders, his body structure, his physique—everything about him looked so familiar, so intoxicating. With a racing heart, I moved closer to the shadow while my thoughts became a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn’t understand why my wolf was reacting to this person as if he were my mate. One was supposed to have only one mate. And if you were lucky, after a rejection, you might get a second-chance mate. But that couldn’t be my case. Darius and I hadn’t officially rejected
Kira's POV “Mate!” My wolf howled, her reaction identical to the way she had responded to Darius and Damien. My eyes widened, but I didn’t get the chance to process what was happening before my wolf took control, forcing my feet forward. I moved instinctively, drawn by the intoxicating scent that sent a thousand questions buzzing in my mind. What was happening? Another mate? Is this some kind of joke? Is the Moon Goddess playing tricks on me? And who is this… The thought was cut short as I stopped in front of the library door. The scent was stronger here. Whoever my mate was… he was inside. Swallowing hard, I reached for the doorknob. My fingers trembled as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. And then, the moment my eyes landed on him, it felt like my soul left my body. Seated on the couch, a book resting casually in his hand, was Dane. The last of the triplets. My breath hitched. My heart pounded. My mind spun. I was mated to the triplets. All three of them. “Mate," my wo
Darius’ POV Thunderous applause filled the grand hall as my brothers and I were crowned Alphas of the Full Moon Pack. Damien, Dane, and I rose to our feet, turning to face the crowd of pack members who had gathered to witness and celebrate our coronation. This was a historic moment, a festival unlike any other. For the first time in our pack’s history, three Alphas, three brothers, would rule side by side. Loud howls filled the air as the pack kept celebrating our coronation. I stole a glance at my brothers. Damien and Dane gave me a curt nod, a silent acknowledgment of the weight we now carried on our shoulders. We strode toward our seats on the grand podium, and as soon as we sat, everyone lowered their heads in respect, including my father. Lifting my hands, we signaled for them to rise. A few speeches followed, formalities we had to endure before the true celebration began. Soon, the hall burst into life. Music filled the air, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses s
Kira’s POV With trembling limbs, I pushed myself off the bed. I had been unwell since the early hours of the morning, and now it was getting worse. But I knew this wasn’t an illness—this was the weight of rejection, the crushing reality that I was mated to three men who despised me. The thought alone shattered my already fragile mental state and weakened my wolf. I had nearly collapsed in the kitchen this morning, forcing the butler to insist I return to my room. Since then, I had curled up in bed, drowning in sickness and pain—until he suddenly barged in. Sighing heavily, I moved toward my small wardrobe, pulling out the first dress my fingers touched. Not that I had much to choose from. My wardrobe held only a few things—the servants’ uniform and four worn-out dresses. That was all. That was all I owned. The mansion staff received generous monthly salaries, but me? I was never paid. Because I wasn’t a worker—I was a slave. An omega. Paying for the sins I knew, deep down, my par
Kira’s POV The laughter and music echoed in my skull, each sound a sharp reminder that I didn’t belong here. Reaching a group of elegantly dressed women, I bowed my head slightly and extended the tray, my heart hammering as I struggled to keep my grip steady. One of the women—a blonde in a flowing red gown—reached for a glass, but as I adjusted my hold, the weight of the tray shifted unexpectedly. My fingers fumbled, and before I could stop it, the bottle of wine tipped— Red liquid spilled across the woman’s expensive gown, staining the silk in deep, blood-red streaks. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Then— A sharp, stinging pain exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent me stumbling back, my breath hitching as heat spread across my skin. My vision blurred with unshed tears as I clutched the tray, my fingers digging into the metal. “You worthless thing!” the woman screeched, her face twisted in anger. “Do you have any idea how much this dress costs?” “I—I’m sor
Kira’s POV A jackhammer. There had to be a jackhammer pounding in my head this very second. That could be the only explanation for this horrendous aching. My body felt like it had been trampled by a stampede. My head pounding, stomach twisting with nausea, and cold sweat clinging to my skin. I groaned, forcing myself to sit up, and that’s when realization hit me like a slap to the face. This was not my room. Panic crawled up my spine as my eyes darted around the space. It was too big, too luxurious, too pristine to be mine. The dark floor-to-ceiling curtains kept the room dim, adding to the eerie feeling of unfamiliarity. There were no personal belongings, no pictures—just a perfectly neat, almost sterile environment. My breath hitched. Is this a hotel? Heart pounding, I glanced down at myself—clothes still intact. Check. No signs of anything… inappropriate happening. Check. “But where is this place?” I muttered, gripping my throbbing head as I stood from the couch. My legs wobbled,
Kira's POV “You heard me.” His voice was softer now. “I didn’t buy that necklace for just anyone. I don’t bring just anyone to my side at events like this. But you… you’re the exception. Because I want you to be my woman.” My breath hitched. His woman? I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My mind was spinning. This had to be some kind of joke. Alpha Leo, uncle of the triplets, brother to our Luna, whom my parents were accused of orchestrating her death—likes me? It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t. “You don’t believe me,” he observed, his eyes narrowing. I shook my head slowly. “I just… I don’t understand why you would.” His expression darkened, and before I could react, he reached out, gripping my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. “Then let me make it clear for you,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. “I don’t play games, Kira. When I want something, I take it. And right now, I want you.” My pulse pounded. The intensity in his gaze sent heat flooding
Kira POV The auction came to an end, and Alpha Leo led me out of the table. But the moment we stood up on our feet, other guests began making their way to us, and instantly, I became anxious. Leo, the observant type, leaned towards my ear. “Stay calm, I’ll do all the talking,” he whispered. Just as he whispered, my gaze accidentally locked onto the triplets. They were staring at me, gawking, almost. My heart lurched, and I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice the way their eyes burned into me. “Alpha Leo, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.” A deep voice cut through the noise, drawing my attention. The man speaking appeared to be in his early thirties. Dressed in a navy-blue, impeccably tailored suit, he had a strong physique and a handsome face. It seemed everyone here was strikingly good-looking. Leo shrugged. “I decided to leave the comfort of my home,” he responded casually. The man hummed in acknowledgment before shifting his gaze toward me. A small, friendly smi
Kira’s POV “Stop staring at them.” Alpha Leo leaned down and whispered into my left ear when he noticed me stealing glances at them. Not that I could help it. The triplets sat just a table away from us, and their eyes were glued to me. They weren’t even trying to hide it. Swallowing hard, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and looked up at Alpha Leo, who had a blank look on his face. “Did you tell them I was coming to this auction with you?” I asked curiously. From the way they were staring, they seemed dumbfounded to see me here. “No, I didn’t,” Alpha Leo plainly replied, and I gasped. I gasped. “You…” My voice rose slightly before I caught myself and quickly lowered it. “You didn’t?” I whispered in disbelief. I had assumed he told them, maybe even asked for their permission. But he hadn’t. Leo narrowed his eyes at me. “Why should I tell them?” I swallowed hard. I was in deep trouble. “You…” I started to argue, but the auction was about to begin, and the room fell silent. I swal
Kira's POV The last time I wore something this beautiful was four years ago, back when my parents were still alive. Since their deaths, I had known nothing but tattered rags—until tonight. Dressed in a fitted red gown gifted to me by Alpha Leo, I stood before the mirror, taking in my reflection. My life flashed before me. What would things have been like if my parents hadn’t been framed? Would I still be the Beta’s daughter, living like a princess? The triplets would have surely accepted me. Life would have been good—so good, so beautiful. Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I wouldn’t ruin my makeup. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. One of the male staff stood there, informing me that Alpha Leo was waiting. I inhaled deeply, stealing one last glance at my reflection before picking up the purse that matched my dress. The silver heels I wore clicked against the floor as I made my way out. I took the stairs to the living room and could see the admiring
Kira’s POV “She is waking up.” The voice was faint, distant, as if coming from underwater. My head throbbed as I struggled to force my heavy eyelids open. It took a few seconds before my vision cleared, and that was when I noticed the pack healer seated in front of me, looking relieved. I furrowed my brows, confusion settling in. Why was she here? “Can you hear me?” she asked softly. Instead of answering, I shifted my gaze around the unfamiliar room, my confusion deepening. This wasn’t my room. Before I could register where I was, my heart nearly stopped when my eyes landed on him. The same man. The handsome stranger. He leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his piercing gaze fixed on me. “You…” I swallowed hard and sat up, my eyes darting around the room. That was when I noticed the framed photographs on the walls—the late Luna’s pictures. Goddess! I gasped, scrambling out of bed, but the moment my feet hit the floor, my legs buckl
Dane’s POV I stepped forward, my voice laced with anger. “Her parents were the traitors who orchestrated our mother’s death—your sister’s death! She is the daughter of those traitors!” I spat. A heavy silence settled over us. One second. Then another. And another. Finally, Leo sighed, shaking his head. “Now I get it,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on Kira’s unconscious form. “Now I get it.” He exhaled sharply before lifting his eyes to meet mine and my brothers’. “So you are making her pay for the supposed sins of her late parents?” he asked calmly, but I could feel the anger beneath the calmness of his voice. And what surprised me more was that the anger wasn’t directed at Kira—it was directed at us! “She should have died alongside them. We’re already being merciful,” Darius grunted. Leo scoffed and folded his arms. “So you think living this kind of life—slavery—is better than death?” he asked, and my confusion deepened even more. What was happening? Leo was confusing us. We expec
Damien’s POV As soon as the guards dragged her away, a restless feeling surged through me. I kicked a stool across the room, frustration seething inside me. Running a hand through my hair, I exhaled sharply. God! I was losing my mind, and the furious howls of my wolf only made it worse. I wanted to scream. To demand answers. To call for the guards and order them to hunt down the bastard who had dared to date Kira. Everyone in this pack knew she belonged to us—not as a lover, but as our slave. So who was the fool reckless enough to claim her? To touch her. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let my brothers suspect a thing. If they saw me reacting the way I truly wanted to, they would know. And I could never allow that. They could never find out that Kira was my mate. Sighing heavily, I slumped into the armchair, trying my best to control my emotions and restlessness. Darius and Dane also took their different seats, each of them seeming to be in deep thoug
Kira’s POV “Because… because you are our slave!” Darius finally said, and I frowned. For a moment, I thought he was going to spill out the truth to his brothers, but it seems my wolf was wrong. “Yes… you are a slave, our slave… even the air you breathe belongs to us. You have no right over your life, Kira. You lost that right when your parents became traitors,” Damien added. “Now tell us, who is that bastard?” Dane urged. I glared at the three men before me, my heart racing, but no longer in fear, but in anger and hate. I could take any insult thrown at me, but calling my parents traitors was something I hated more than anything. I lifted my chin and held their gazes. “My parents aren’t traitors, and one day, I’m going to prove that. And when that day comes, you three bastards will take back your words, and the whole pack will pay for the death of my innocent parents!” I spat in anger. The triplets stared at me with two expressions in their eyes—anger and hate. I could see they ha
Kira’s POV I took a deep breath, gripping the doorknob tightly before slowly pushing it open. Stepping inside, I gently shut the door behind me, but the moment my gaze landed on the triplets, my soul nearly left my body. Alpha Darius stood near the window, his arms crossed over his shirtless broad chest, his piercing gaze locked onto me. Alpha Damien lounged on the couch, one leg casually resting over the other, but there was nothing relaxed about him—his eyes burned with anger, and his fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest. And then there was Alpha Dane. He stood closest to me, leaning against the door frame as if he had been waiting for me. His brown eyes were filled with rage, his entire body tense, as though he was one breath away from exploding. I swallowed hard, feeling trapped. Three pairs of eyes bore into me, their anger suffocating the air in the room. My mind screamed at me to leave, to turn around and bolt, but my body refused to move. Darius finally spoke, h