KaiIt took everything in me to act normal when I saw the marks on Adasha’s back by the pool.They weren’t just scars—they were the unmistakable remnants of silver whips, wounds that hadn’t healed properly.Whoever had inflicted that pain had gone out of their way to ensure it scarred. Silver burns, beatings, and entrapment in the metal—it was a level of cruelty that made my blood boil.It was torment, plain and simple.I didn’t want to think about the agony she must have endured or the lengths her abuser had gone to in order to leave those permanent reminders of their control.When Adasha looked at me, I forced myself to remain calm, burying the rage simmering beneath the surface.If I’d been confused about the fear in her eyes, the lies, and the secrecy before, everything was starting to make sense now.Whoever she had been with wasn’t just possessive. He was a violent abuser.“There’s no explaining this,” I muttered under my breath, my jaw tight.“Let’s not jump to conclusions, Kai
Kai “Maybe it wasn’t her mate,” Darius offered, his tone measured. “Parents, guardians, perhaps? Someone else entirely?”He was trying to ease my fixation on Adasha’s mate, but I wasn’t easily swayed. My instincts screamed otherwise.“Her back is marred with silver whip marks,” I said, my voice low but firm. “He was smart enough not to ruin any part of her that would be visible. That’s how I know it was him.”Darius leaned back, listening as I continued.“Any other abuser wouldn’t have cared—they’d have left marks everywhere. But targeting her back? That was deliberate. Strategic. No one would see, and no one would know.”I paused, the weight of my thoughts pressing down hard. “I’m certain she’s running from him. Her secrecy, the fear in her eyes—it all points to the same conclusion.”Darius sighed heavily, sinking into the chair across from me. The gravity of my words seemed to settle over him.“This is trouble, Kai. If what you think is true, then we have a lot to deal with,” he sai
AdashaIt was hard to focus on the canvas with an incredibly sexy model lounging before me.Kai seemed to sense my discomfort—or perhaps my shyness—and he was clearly enjoying it. He winked at me every now and then, his playful remarks designed to tease me just enough to fluster but not overwhelm.Despite myself, I couldn’t help but relax in his presence. There was something about him that made me feel safe, as if nothing could harm me while he was around. It was a foreign feeling, almost too good to be true. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was genuine.As the sun dipped lower, signaling the approach of dinner, I found myself wishing we could stay here and eat alone, away from prying eyes and judgmental stares. But I was only a guest here—at best—and making demands or challenging customs would be out of line.Before he left, Kai leaned forward, trying to sneak a peek at my work.“No, you don’t,” I said, stepping in front of the easel to block his view.He raised a brow, his expressio
AdashaWhen we arrived at the dining room, I saw there were four people present: Kai, Gabe, Darius—whom I now recognised as the Beta—and another man I hadn’t met before.I greeted everyone with the utmost respect, my voice steady, and they all responded. Though the new man’s reply was polite, there was something mechanical about it, as though he were being cautious.Understandable. Gabe and Darius seemed more comfortable with my presence now, but I wouldn’t expect the same from someone who hadn’t interacted with me before.I was about to take my usual seat beside Gabe when Kai cleared his throat.“Not tonight, Adasha. You sit here,” he said, gesturing to the seat closest to him.Darius and Gabe exchanged knowing glances, chuckling softly. I guessed they could sense my shyness and shock—or perhaps it was written all over my face.Arguing with an Alpha was never a good idea, so I nodded and quietly moved to the seat beside him.As I sat, Kai smiled warmly at me, his piercing green eyes
Adasha “Hope you enjoyed dinner without my aunt around,” Kai said with a laugh, his tone lighthearted. I nodded, offering him a small smile. “The atmosphere was calm. Thank you,” I replied sincerely. He stepped closer, the space between us shrinking as his presence became all-encompassing. His hand gently cupped my chin, tilting my face toward his. “There’s so much sorrow in your eyes, Adasha,” he said softly, his voice carrying a depth of concern that made my chest tighten. “I don’t know how to take it away.” His words hung in the air, raw and unguarded, as he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “You’re different,” he murmured, his gaze searching mine as though trying to decipher something unspoken. “I can feel it…” His words trailed off, almost as though he were talking to himself. My heart raced, the rhythm erratic and overwhelming. I wasn’t sure if I could handle such proximity, such intensity from a man like Kai. And yet, I found myself frozen in place, unab
Adasha“You have been kind to me, Alpha Kai,” I said softly, my voice trembling with both gratitude and fear. “But I don’t want to bring trouble to your doorstep. Just give me my bag, and I’ll leave. This isn’t your fight.”Kai’s jaw tightened, his green eyes flashing with determination.“But it is my fight, Adasha,” he said firmly. “I am making it my fight. Please, let me help you.”I shook my head, my resolve firm despite the quiet plea in his voice. “I can’t.”His expression shifted, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face before it steeled into something more resolute.“Very well,” he said, his tone calm but deliberate. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll have to make my choice. But first, I want you to accompany me to the yearly Alpha Summit.”My eyes widened in fear, my heart nearly stopping.The Alpha Summit.Randy always attended alone, never allowing me to join him. He hadn’t wanted me to make any connections, to have any allies or opportunities to escape. The thought of being
AdashaKai’s eyes burned with a mix of anger and sorrow, but he remained silent, his grip on my hand a steady comfort.“Just for dancing and talking to that Alpha,” I continued, my voice breaking, “My husband made sure to discipline me that night. He didn’t care that it was innocent, that I was just trying to act like a proper hostess. All he saw was betrayal.”The memory made me shudder, and I couldn’t hold back the tears.“But the real danger came the next morning,” I said, choking on the words. “That Alpha... he called my husband. He ratted me out, told him I was trying to seduce him. And my husband—”I couldn’t finish the thought. The rage and humiliation Randy had unleashed on me were still too raw.Kai’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening further, but he didn’t interrupt.“He was furious,” I whispered. “But he had an important meeting that day. That meeting was the only thing that saved me. I knew I couldn’t wait for him to come home. If I did, I’d be dead.”I wiped at my te
AdashaKai slid off his shorts, leaving only his boxer briefs as he bent toward me, his lips pressing tenderly against my skin.His fingers traced every visible scar, every line on my body, as though they were treasures to be cherished.Each touch was paired with a kiss, and with every one, my breath hitched, my confidence blossoming under his gentle care.He unhooked my bra, freeing me from its constraints, and guided me to kneel with my back against him. His lips found my shoulders, warm and insistent, while his hands cupped my breasts, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipples.A wave of wild, unrestrained hunger coursed through me as his touch left undeniable evidence trailing down my thighs.My body ached for the reprieve he offered—a fleeting sanctuary from the storm I had endured for six long years.As I trembled with desire and anticipation, his fingers lightly traced my scars, his lips following close behind with reverent kisses.My back came alive with the fire he stoked, the
KaiI pinned the bastard beneath me, my grip bruising, my rage boiling over.Twice.Twice in a single night, I had come inches from death. My body ached, my wounds burned, but none of it compared to the fury coursing through my veins.The man beneath me struggled, his naked form trembling with raw anger. His eyes—wild, unrelenting—held nothing but pure hatred.But something about him made me pause.There was a look, a presence—peculiar, unmistakable.Moonchild.I hesitated for just a second, and Draco’s growl snapped me back."Speak!" he barked, his voice sharp as steel.The man didn’t flinch. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, but he held my gaze with defiance.I bared my teeth, forcing my knee harder into his ribs."Why are you trying to kill us?" My voice came out rough, guttural, edged with the violence still pumping through me. "Twice tonight—you and your wolves attacked us!"A flicker of confusion crossed his face."We didn’t attack you."I stilled."We followed you from
KaiI didn’t need to be told—we were under attack.A thick gas flooded the cabin, burning my throat the second I inhaled it. My vision blurred, and a sharp, searing pain split through my skull. My nose was bleeding—I could taste the metallic tang in my mouth.Poison.We had no choice but to run.The moment we burst out of the cabin, the cold air hit my skin, but it did nothing to clear my head. My body felt sluggish, my limbs heavier than they should be. Had they traced us from the banquet hall? Had they known we’d come here? I had no answers.But right now, answers didn’t matter.Survival did."Poison gas," Randy muttered, his own breaths ragged.I nodded grimly, already assessing the battlefield.We were surrounded.Vicious, predatory wolves encircled us, their growls vibrating through the ground beneath our feet. Yellow eyes glowed in the dark, muscles coiled, ready to strike.I quickly counted our numbers.Me. Randy. Draco. Draco’s Gamma and Beta. Randy’s Beta and Gamma. Darius. G
KaiWe finally arrived at the cabin in Cleverbridge, and Lucian wasted no time. He had to take my aunt for medical assistance, leaving the rest of us behind.As I stepped inside, a familiar scent of aged wood and earth greeted me.The place was exactly as I had left it—furniture covered with waterproofing to keep the dust at bay, the faint smell of cedar still clinging to the air.It had been a while since I’d last been here, and the nostalgia hit me unexpectedly."I have clothes that will fit us," I said, already heading toward my room.The others shuffled inside, their exhaustion palpable."Make yourselves comfortable," I added over my shoulder. "The cabin is off-grid, but Darius knows his way around. There should be some canned food in the kitchen we can heat up."I disappeared into the room, pulling open old drawers, grateful that I had stashed extra clothes here in case of emergencies.This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but at least we wouldn’t have to suffer in the ill-fitt
Kai"I heard what Michelle Westwood did," Draco said, his voice edged with something between warning and certainty."And trust me, you do not want to experience that. I believe we’re safer without them."I exhaled through my nose, the weight of his words pressing against my own convictions."But murdering people simply because they’re Moonchild descendants is wrong," Randy interjected, his voice surprisingly measured. "As long as they don’t have compulsion abilities—""I doubt the Moonchild descendants pose any real threat," I cut in before he could finish.The van was silent, the road stretching endlessly ahead as I continued."Michelle Westwood was served Nightshade tea. She was happy being Kevin’s mate. She wasn’t trying to reclaim her grandfather’s kingdom, wasn’t looking to start a war."I ran a hand down my face, feeling the exhaustion clawing at me."Most of the Twelve family members who attended that day were ready for a fight. Someone knew her identity. Someone planned on exp
KaiLucian arrived an hour later.By then, my aunt was doing better—her breathing stronger, her color returning—but she still wasn’t lucid.Her body was healing, but her mind was somewhere else, caught between recovery and the lingering effects of the silver.We stood there, bare-skinned in the middle of the forest, the chill biting at our skin. But none of us cared.The weight of what had happened, of how close we had come to death, was heavier than the cold.How did the council expect us to react?Did they truly believe we would just accept this? That we would swallow their lies and pretend this wasn’t an orchestrated execution attempt?What excuse would they give?What bullshit would they spin to justify turning the banquet hall into a silver-cage death trap?Draco stood off to the side, his body rigid, his fists clenched. His silence was louder than any words.He was seething. Out for blood. And I couldn’t blame him.If we had stayed in that hall any longer—if we had hesitated, if
Kai"This hall was built by our great-grandfathers after the fall of King Lycus Moonchild," Randy said, his voice laced with exhaustion."It was meant to be a symbol of hope and peace."I glanced at him, noting the strain in his posture, the subtle tremor in his hands. He was feeling it too—the slow, creeping weakness as the silver took its toll.We were running out of time."And how exactly is that relevant to our situation?" I asked, my patience thinning.Randy exhaled, his gaze sweeping across the room."Because the times back then weren’t as peaceful as they are now. Our great-grandfathers would have built this place with caution. With escape routes. They had to have been prepared for betrayal, for war."I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. "We’ve checked everywhere, Randy. There aren’t any hidden doors. No levers. No secret passages."He nodded, his jaw tight. "Then we check the floor."I frowned, but he wasn’t wrong.All this time, we had been searching the walls, the windows,
Kai"You better give her back once we’re out of here."Randy’s voice was firm, but there was something else laced beneath it—desperation. Even now, trapped, he was still clinging to the matter of Adasha.I narrowed my eyes. "You mean if we get out of here."The walls, the windows, the doors—every exit was reinforced. We weren’t walking out of here anytime soon. We had to wait, bide our time until the silver was retracted. And even then, we’d have to fight our way out.Randy’s Beta stepped forward, his tone grim. "The only way out is when they come for us. We need a plan. We have to be ready when they attack."Randy barely acknowledged him. His attention was still on me."You can’t keep her."His voice was raw, something breaking beneath the anger."She isn’t safe with you. Fated or not, you can’t keep her."There was something in his eyes—something more. He wasn’t just spewing possessive bullshit. He knew something.My instincts flared."Just give her back, Malachi." His voice tremble
Kai"You should have run for safety."The words felt hollow, empty—because I knew she couldn't hear me.My aunt lay still, her face pale, her breathing shallow.The wound on her shoulder was ugly, deep, and I knew the silver still lingered, making her healing sluggish.She had thrown herself in harm’s way for me, taken the bite meant for my flesh. And now, she was paying the price.I tore a strip of fabric from her ruined clothes, hands steady despite the fury simmering in my veins, and bound the wound as tightly as I could.It wouldn’t fix everything, but it would stop the bleeding long enough for her wolf to catch up."Trap?"Gabriel’s voice pulled me back to the present. I lifted my gaze to meet his and nodded as I stood, my muscles aching from the shift."It’s odd, isn’t it?" I said, scanning the ruined hall."The attackers aren’t trapped in here with us. They got in, did their damage, and disappeared. Everyone else is gone. Which means—""We were the target."Realization settled
KaiA woman’s scream cut through the air, raw and panicked.Then—chaos.Wolves shifted in frantic, desperate bursts of fur and bone, scrambling to escape. Chairs overturned, boots pounded against marble, voices shouted in confusion. The banquet hall, once a place of power and control, had descended into madness.And then—I saw her.Aunt Ingrid.She turned, her stance fierce, her eyes locking onto one of the intruders. She was ready to fight, to protect—me.But she never saw the other one.A blur of motion. A wolf lunging from the side.Fangs sank into her shoulder.She screamed—a sound that ripped through the air, through my bones, through Orion’s very soul. A deep, gut-wrenching cry of pain and shock.That bite was meant for me.Rage exploded through Orion, white-hot and blinding.I twisted, scanning the battlefield, my vision tunneling. Draco. Where was he?Then I saw him. Already on his feet, his wolf prowling, muscles coiled, ready to strike. His golden eyes burned with the promis