KiraThanks to the mental distress that arose from my disturbing thoughts of D'Angelo, I paced back and forth in the room with my eyes fixed on my phone in my hand.I last heard from him over ten hours ago, and now his phone is switched off. I couldn't help but imagine the worst. I needed to be sure that he was fine.Because of this, I couldn't sleep. All I did was call and wait and hope.I had repeatedly questioned the bodyguards about their boss's whereabouts, but they remained clueless. It made my heart race with growing anxiety."Kira, please come to bed and get some sleep," my mom pleaded with me. "D'Angelo is fine. Maybe he doesn't need any distractions.""No," my voice trembled. "This was the same thing that happened during the war. I don't want any surprises. If he was okay, he would have called and not left me hanging like this."My mom sat there, not knowing what to do, while I continued pacing back and forth, sending a ton of messages and voicemails, hoping that he would ca
D’AngeloBreathing heavily, I pressed my back against the tree trunk, wiping away the sweat that streamed down my forehead, trickling along my face and neck. My muscles ached from the rigorous training session with the warriors, and my chest rose and fell with each labored breath, consumed by exhaustion.This was the sacrifice we had chosen to make, preparing ourselves to endure any pain. We committed to training relentlessly, pushing ourselves to fight with the strength and speed necessary to defeat Leo.Shutting my eyes, I felt the rough bark of the tree beneath me, and my ears picked up the distant chatter of the other soldiers as they went on break.We all had pushed ourselves to our limits, and even when my muscles screamed in protest, I continued fighting. My eyes snapped open when Hugo approached me, holding a water bottle."You okay, Alpha?" he asked, handing me the water, and I took a long gulp, loving how the liquid slid down my throat and revived me.Hugo was about to leav
D'AngeloHorrified, I spotted Alexis's lifeless body on the floor and Kira bound and gagged beside Isabel. I felt like throwing up. This couldn't be happening. Isabel held a poisoned dagger. The exact type that ended Grey's life.Breathing was almost impossible, and my lungs constricted in fear and screamed for air. I couldn't take my gaze off the knife. I took a step forward but stopped when Isabel chuckled evilly."Oh yes. You know how this works, D'Angelo. One step closer, and I'll pierce this into your whore's side."She looked down at me with a cold hatred burning in her eyes. Then her arm rose in a slow motion, "And you better not push me.""Why?" That was all I managed to say. Why are you doing this?"The fires of hate choked Isabel's voice, and Kira whimpered, scared to death. "Why?" Isabel repeated, her chubby face twisting in a cruel smile. "Because it's fun! Because we want revenge, you scumbag!" She lifted the knife in a high arc, and Kira cried out."You have no idea how
KiraMy ear throbbed in pain as I lay on the hospital bed. Luckily for me, the poison-tipped weapon only brushed the outer part of my ear, and the doctors had successfully removed the poison and applied a topical antiseptic. They covered my ear with a bandage to stop the bleeding.I lay there, and my mind raced with worries about D'Angelo's whereabouts and, more importantly, whether Alexis was alive. I owed her no love or obligation, but I didn't hate her, and the thought of her friends turning against her was pitiful. Also, she was pregnant and didn't deserve to endure such stress.Tired of laying in bed and feeling helpless, I peeped into the hallway to check if any nurse or doctor was nearby. Finding the coast clear, I seized the opportunity and made my way out into the hallway. I didn't need to go far before spotting Caleb and his twin engaged in a hushed conversation at the far end."Caleb," I called out, and he turned around swiftly. His eyes doubled in size with relief written
Part 2Fated to my brother-in-law (Zina's book)Everywhere I looked, there was a sea of black—black gowns, black veils, black suits, black fishnets, black whatever the hell anyone had on. We had gathered to lower my husband to his final resting place.The husband of my youth had died while saving the Alpha, who doubled as my best friend. It felt unnatural and unfair to put Grey and death in one sentence.How could someone so young, who'd been full of life, be reduced to such a pathetic state and placed in a coffin?I couldn't understand it.Mourners streamed into the tent where he was lying in state. I'd ban people from seeing him if it were up to me. They were all alive while he was not. And after today, most of them will move on."Grey didn't deserve to die,” a chubby woman with a grating voice trembled as she sobbed.
AnthonyThere were no words to describe the shock that passed through my veins when I realized my mate was no other than my brother's widow.What kind of twisted sorcery was this?The second our eyes met, I knew she was the one.She looked uncomfortable, and a flush of pink stained her cheeks. She wore a black veil that obscured her hair, but beneath the veil, she was drop-dead gorgeous.My brain turned to mush. I was rooted to the spot, unable to think or move. This was, by far, the craziest experience of my life.“I told you, she’s a bloody witch,” my mom whispered harshly to Aunt Olga. “Look how she took off. Who leaves in the middle of their husband's funeral?”“What did you say to Zina?” D’Angelo, the pack alpha and my late brother's best friend, asked, walking towards us
ZinaI woke up angry.Nothing made sense to me any longer. My husband died, leaving me pregnant, and now I had to deal with this forbidden bond with his brother.I'd spent the next two weeks locked up in my room, ashamed to admit that I was already betraying Grey with my lustful thoughts about his older brother.After the funeral, I was forced to meet Grey's family once for a compulsory meeting to discuss the division of his property. I refused to attend because I felt it was too soon, so his mother and Anthony came to the Alpha’s house to see me.Gwen was trouble, but with the Alpha present, she restrained herself.Anthony was the spitting image of my husband. About eight years ago, he moved to another tribe and only returned to bury his brother.I got out of bed and lifted Grey’s portrait from the nightstand in the bedroom we had shared for over five years."Why did you leave me?" I whispered, placing the picture on my stomach. "You need to help me now. I can't stop thinking about y
Zina"I don’t need babysitting," I said flatly to Anthony when he opened the front door. I was annoyed with myself for entertaining stupid thoughts about him.Unfazed, he responded with a lazy smirk. I was 5'7" and not exactly short, but he was several inches taller, so much so that I felt like a dwarf next to him and was forced to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.Grey was tall, but I never felt small or insignificant in his presence. Anthony made me feel like a child. "You need to tone it down. I didn't kill your husband. You’ve been condescending with your words and actions ever since we met."I silently pleaded with myself to get a grip on my emotions. Grey and his brother might have shared similar striking features, but their personalities were opposites. Grey was sweet and gentle, unlike this one."Please excuse me.”His hand remained on the door. "Don't you think hugging the Alpha like that is very unbecoming of a grieving widow?”"What’s that supposed to mean?" I bristled.