Chapter Fifty: One Last ChanceKiara, at the age of Seventeen Four days before her eighteenth birthday Kayden POV: As Jayden and I sat in our office, the only thought that ran through my mind was that we were idiots. If there was a word in the multiverse that could describe utter stupidity, Jayden and I would be the explanation. Everything was going perfectly, we were wooing our mate, our future Luna, and we blew all the time and effort we had put in during the past few days just because our possessiveness got the best of us. Over the years, we had been dickwads towards Kiara in so many situations regarding any male wolves. When it came to battle strategies and wars, bring it on; Jayden and I were beasts at that, pun intended. But with our hardly five-foot-four-inch soon-to-be mate, we were idiots. How could one mess up so much despite heading millions of wolves? Ugh! This shit was fucking crazy! It wasn't as if we didn't trust Kiara. We did! It was that excuse of an alpha, Ai
Chapter Fifty-One: Scavenger Hunt Kiara, at the age of Seventeen Four days before her eighteenth birthday Kiara POV: Why was I always weak when it came to Jayden and Kayden? It had taken everything in me to avoid them the last couple of days after what they had done with the whole Aiden drama. To top it off, JJ and Rex even thought Kayden and Jayden were right and that Aiden was bad news. Yeah, okay, it was weird to see Aiden's reaction toward Kayden and Jayden and my feelings toward them. I had known him for years; he had never been like that. Rex was hell-bent on believing, and so was JJ, that Aiden had feelings for me more than that for a friend. Yeah! Bullshit! I would've noticed, right? Anyhow, I was doing just fine, minding my own business and keeping my distance from all the oppressive males in my life, which included beta Tim and gamma Chris. It was fine growing up that they all had something to say or give advice, but now it was getting out of hand. Like seriously, I
Chapter Fifty-Two: Date 2.0 Kiara, at the age of Seventeen Three days before her eighteenth birthday Kiara POV: With the scavenger hunt over and the promise of a reward waiting for me, my heart fluttered with excitement. I couldn't help but feel a bit giddy; after all, Jayden and Kayden had gone out of their way to make it up to me. Although the reason behind this fuss was something I still held in my heart, the bitterness was slowly fading away, replaced by the warm, gooey feelings their actions stirred in me. "Alright, close your eyes, sweetheart." Kayden's commanding voice made me grin, and I obediently closed my eyes. I still couldn't get over their pet names. Every time Kayden called me 'sweetheart,' and Jayden called me 'love' fireworks went off around me. Goddess! I was getting so corny! I heard the rustling of their clothes and a door being opened, and then Kayden's warm hand slipped into mine, zaps of electricity that used to last for a second or two now lasting longer
Chapter Fifty-Three: The Countdown Begins Eve of Kiara's eighteenth birthday Kiara POV: I stretched out in bed as I smiled, remembering the past three days. They had nothing but magical after I had slept between Kayden and Jayden's arms in the hammock. Their magnificent scent surrounded me, and the jolts of electricity surging through me with every touch were magical. I could've stayed there forever. I wanted the moment never to end because there was no way to know that this wasn't a passing obsession or phase. Deep down, I knew it wasn't all the signs there, but then there was the question of why not hint towards us being destined, mates. I get they couldn't tell me, but some indication could help my anxiety to rest. Plus, there was this thing with them being so volatile. They could be so loving and understanding one second, but the next, poof, all the understanding and love went out the window, and the ruthless twin alpha kings were left, who always ended up hurting me so
Chapter Fifty-Four: The Countdown Begins 2.0 Eve of Kiara's eighteenth birthday Kiara POV: The cool interior of the pub was a welcome contrast to the scorching summer heat outside. The place was packed, the air filled with the hum of laughter, chatter and the rhythm of the music pulsating from the speakers. I guided my friends towards an empty table near the bar, all the while trying to suppress the anxious knot forming in my stomach. I took out my phone, and quickly dialling Aiden's number. He picked up on the third ring, his voice calm and composed. "Hey, Kiki. What's up?" He said "Hey, Aiden. We're at the pub. Would you like to join us?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. There was a pause before he responded, "Sure, I'll be there in a bit." The moment I ended the call, I felt a strange tension fill the air. JJ and Rex shared a glance, their faces taut with a grim expressions. I sighed, deciding to let it be. There was no point in arguing further. Aiden arrived
Chapter Fifty-Five: The Shift Kiara's eighteenth birthday Kiara POV: "Shit, Kiki, your shifting." I heard Helix say But nothing registered as I let out an ear-splitting scream. Someone picked me up; electricity that I had never felt before surged through me as I felt another disk in my spine rearrange—making me scream again. "We got you, love; we got you." "Hold on, baby. We're taking you to the field under the moonlight." The world blurred and spun as the pain seemed to intensify with each passing second. My skin felt as if it were on fire, my body contorting in ways that were both terrifying and unbearable. I was dimly aware of being carried, of the gentle, soothing voices that tried to comfort me. "We're here, love," Kayden's voice echoed in my ears. His voice trembling with suppressed worry. I was gently set down onto the cool grass, the night air doing little to soothe the burning sensation spreading through my body. "Baby,This is what we've been waiting for. We
Chapter Fifty-Six: Mated and Marked Part One Kayden POV: We ran what felt like our hours; we watched our mate run between me and Jayden. Love followed through our veins like never before as we stared on in awe of our little mate. Goddess! She was perfect! It felt so surreal to finally have this moment. Years had passed, but it felt like yesterday we first saw her in these very woods, lost and scared, and then all bouncy and happy to be our friend. Her sandy-coloured wolf under the moonlight looked majestic. Her blue turquoise was so bright that they were glowing as she gazed up at Jayden and me. The mere sight of her was building on the anticipation of what would come after the run. The thought of finally sinking into her had my wolf and me growling in anticipation. Fuck, it was long overdue. Tonight my sweetheart wouldnt get a chance to sleep. She would have two very horny wolves on her. 'Goddess, she's magnificent. Our mare, Kay. She's finally here.' Jayden's mind link came in
Chapter Fifty-Seven: Mated and Marked Part Two Kiara's POV: Kayden and Jayden's words echoed in my mind as they feasted on my skin. I was still in a daze from the fact that they were my mates. Yes! The signs were all there the past few days, but there was also a little doubt about the what if's. But now, as I lay on the bed that was made for their mate, for me, I couldn't help but hold the tears at bay. This was all for me; everything they had done had been for me. I had so many questions which I would ask soon. Right now, all I wanted was for them to claim, mark, mate, and make me theirs wholly. I felt Kayden nip the base of my throat and shoulder where he would mark me soon as he slowly trailed kisses all the way up to the shell of my ear and then held my cheek in his palm and looked down into my eyes. So many words were said without being said as he stroked my lips with his thumb and then bent down as he claimed my lips again. My lips instinctively opened for him. He shoved his
Chapter Ninety-Seven: When Dreams Become Reality: The End!Kiara POV: My mind reels from the chaotic amalgam of the last 48 hours. It feels like a tornado had swept through our lives, leaving no corner untouched by its tempestuous winds. The kitchen had been a war zone, filled with the scent of burning pastries and a cacophony of squabbling caterers. The garden, the intended venue for the ceremony, had transformed into a floral battlefield where petals and thorns were the weapons of choice. Our usually disciplined musicians were discordant, hitting off-keys and false notes as if possessed. Tailors had made multiple trips for last-minute adjustments on suits and gowns. Yes, every conceivable disaster waiting to happen was on the cusp of unfolding. It was a miraculous brand of chaos that could only herald an extraordinary event—my wedding, to be precise.I look at myself in the floor-length, ornate mirror that Cathy had insisted on placing in the bridal room. The room itself is a cozy
Chapter Ninety-Six: Marry Us!Kiara POV: Life at the castle has shifted into a complex tapestry of laughter, challenges, and newfound responsibilities. Each day, I've steeped myself deeper into the nuances of being a Queen—mastering diplomatic dialogues, poring over historical scrolls, and even learning how to use my unique gifts to lead different packs.` Despite the intensities of my royal transition, the weight of the Aiden fiasco hangs like a dark cloud in the periphery of my thoughts. We've dealt with it as a united front, dishing out the raw brutality of Lycan justice, yet the uneasy feeling it sparked remains. But the castle seems to have moved on—everyone fully engrossed in their daily chores, secret conversations, and sporadic laughter that echoes through the corridors.Or so it appears.A discordant note has struck the otherwise harmonious rhythm of the castle—particularly with Kayden and Jayden. Both have been increasingly jittery, their eyes often meeting in what looks li
Chapter Ninety-Five: Retribution For AidenKiara POV: Life has a funny way of fooling you into thinking you've walked in a straight line, only to circle you back to where you started. One week. That's how long it had been since I came back. Three days since the medical ward released me, their diagnostics said I was fit to re-enter my everyday life. And just like that, it was as if I had never left.My mornings were as uproarious as ever. Rex, JJ, and I had resumed our relentless banter that would often escalate into full-blown, albeit harmless, verbal duels. Just this morning, Rex had pulled a face that was a comic blend of concern and mischief. "Your Highness, are you sure you're still equipped for royal duties? Being away must've dulled your royal snark."JJ chimed in, nudging Rex aside as he smirked. "Yeah, Kiki, we've gotta ensure our queen can still kick our asses on the regular, you know?"They seemed the same, but I sensed an added layer of protectiveness in their teasing, a
Chapter Ninety-Four: You're Home and SafeKiara POV: As consciousness edged its way back into my mind, I found myself wrapped in a cocoon of muffled voices, their words indecipherable but their tones unmistakably concerned. Among them, I could clearly distinguish Kayden's and Jayden's voices; they had a unique cadence that my heart recognized even when my mind was clouded. I couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at their anxious muttering; they were fussing like two mother hens over their single, most prized egg.I felt a gentle pressure on my hand. Someone—probably one of my mates—was holding it as if it were a fragile piece of glass. As much as I loved the feeling, I couldn't resist the temptation to open my eyes and rejoin the world I'd left behind, even if only briefly.When my eyelids finally fluttered open, the sight that met me was overwhelming in the most beautiful way. Gathered around my bedside in what looked like a well-furnished, softly lit infirmary room were the faces
Chapter Ninety-Three: Justice! Kiara POV: There's a quiet tension hanging in the air, a silence so loud it's nearly deafening. We've encamped just outside the boundaries of the BlackFang territory, under the cover of the dense forest that serves as a natural demarcation line between our worlds. The foliage above us rustles softly, a night symphony orchestrated by a wind that seems to carry the weight of our collective apprehensions and fears.Jayden, Kayden, and I stand on an elevated patch of land, looking down at the tableau of soldiers and warriors—both wolf and Lycan—preparing for the operation. Their faces are etched with a steely resolve, a far cry from the brotherly banter and laid-back demeanour that usually characterize our ranks.King Alistar's sons—Eamon, Faelan, and Declan—are with us, engrossed in a last-minute strategic discussion. The five of them huddle around a compact, portable table where a hastily drawn map of BlackFang territory is displayed. A collection of sma
Chapter Ninety-Two: What Is The Faith Of BlackFang? Kiara POV: The atmosphere in the room is so dense that I can feel it pressing against my skin. King Alistair's proposal hangs heavy in the air, like an unspoken oath that could either mend or further divide two long-feuding worlds. My heart races as I lock eyes with Kayden and Jayden, and I can feel their emotional turmoil blending with mine, sending waves of uncertainty and apprehension through our mental link. 'What do you think?' My mental voice quivers as I send the question through the link. My mates' eyes widen almost imperceptibly, and their mental voices echo in my head. 'It's a monumental decision, Kiara. We're not just speaking about alliances; we're talking about flesh and blood, a future generation,' Kayden's thoughts weave into mine, laced with caution and a sense of gravity. 'And what about freedom? The freedom to choose a mate, to fall in love naturally with her fated mate? Are we robbing our future daughter of
Chapter Ninety-One: ReunitedKiara POV: My heart is a frantic drumbeat in my chest as the doors to the throne room burst open in an explosion of splintered wood and metal. The charged air is immediately filled with the cacophony of growls, howls, and snarls as wolves flood the room, leaping onto the Lycan guards. Claws meet fangs in a blur of frenzied movement and fur, painting a scene of absolute chaos.And then I see them. Rex and JJ, their wolf forms unmistakable even amidst the turmoil. Rex, a colossal beast with fur as dark as obsidian, is engaged in a ferocious bout with Eamon, one of the triplets. JJ, silver as a moonbeam, darts and sways with Faelan in a dance as old as time.Gamma Chris, a hulking wolf with a coat like burnt charcoal, and Beta Tim, a svelte, agile creature with a russet-coloured pelt, face off against their Lycan equivalents. The air is electric with the intensity of their clashes, every swipe of a claw or gnashing of teeth an explosion of pent-up aggression
Chapter Ninety: What Are You Doing Here? Part TwoKiara POV: My heart pounds in my chest as Queen Elara leads me through the massive doors into the Lycan throne room. Despite her reassuring presence, the room intimidates me. It's a sprawling space filled with dark mahogany and adorned with various artifacts and weaponry, a testament to centuries of Lycan history and prowess. Towering statues of Lycan warriors stand sentinel, their stony gazes seemingly watching my every move. The thrones at the room's far end, made of intricately carved dark wood and inlaid with gemstones, look less like chairs and more like ancient monuments to power.As we step further into this grand space, I notice the Lycan who had captured me in the forest. He stands like a fortress next to an imposing man. The man is stunningly handsome, with hair as dark as a raven's feather and eyes like glowing embers—eyes that command your attention. His physique is both athletic and regal, his demeanour one of calculated
Chapter Eighty-Nine: What Are You Doing Here? Part OneKiara POV: My eyes flutter open, greeted by unfamiliar surroundings. The room is an opulent display of old-world elegance, adorned with rich tapestries and intricate carvings that hint at a long, storied history. But its luxurious trappings do little to comfort me. Panic seizes me as the events leading up to this moment crash over me like a tidal wave: the forest, the Lycans, the numbing blackness. I leap out of the lavish bed, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach, and dart toward the window. My hands grab the handle and pull, but it doesn't budge. It's locked. Just as I'm about to succumb to a wave of despair, a voice from behind interrupts my spiralling thoughts."Don't be afraid. You are safe here."I spin around to find a woman standing near the doorway, and my breath catches in my throat. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her beauty isn't the flashy kind that demands attention but the se