Kiernan’s pov
1313 Words
I hated this town.
Too quiet. Too small. The air tasted like old pine and slow failure. I was only here because their pathetic excuse of a pack leader kept interfering with my trade routes, thinking he could bite off a piece of my empire without bleeding for it.
He was wrong.
Still, I had a meeting to attend, to give him time to convince me otherwise before I broke his bones or his spirit, whichever gave in first. I whistled an untamed tune as I took the long way, walking through the woods, letting the tension roll off my shoulders. The trees opened up to a clearing behind what looked like an old college building or small campus, cheap infrastructure, local community nonsense. A few students lingered by the fence, but I wasn’t looking at them.
No. My gaze locked onto her.
Fuck.
She was standing behind two boys that seemed engrossed in whatever s**t they were talking about. Books tucked to her chest, headphones dangling from her neck. Her hair was white. Not dyed platinum. Not the kind of white girls bleach themselves into. No, this was silver moonlight—real, wild, untamed. It spilled around her face like silk and made her skin look almost translucent. Freckled. Icy. Glowing. She’s f*****g incredible.
I stopped walking.
Her eyes are what draw me in. Sultry, slanted eyes, the type that always look seductive without trying. They’re the brightest blue I’ve ever seen. A blue so light, it’s unusual. One look from this girl and any man would be on their knees.
What the hell?
My eyes dragged down her body, slow, possessive. Petite frame. Soft curves. Hips that looked like they were made to be held down. Long legs, smooth and bare under a short skirt that made my mouth dry.
And her lips…
Full. Plush. Fuckable.
The kind of lips that would look perfect wrapped around my c**k.
She doesn’t have that plastic beauty you see lining the magazine rack. Though she could easily make it on one of those covers without photoshop and surgery, her features are natural.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women in my life. f****d a lot, too.
But something about her captivates me. It feels like a hurricane is at my back, pushing me towards her and leaving no room for
resistance.
She hadn’t even looked my way. Just stood there, all soft and pretty like the universe made her to tempt me.
My jaw clenched.
What the hell am I doing? She wasn’t even my type—too small, too sweet-looking, like a f*****g doll. I liked my women bold. Aggressive. With claws and dirty mouths and eyes that challenged me.
This one?
She looked like she’d blush if I called her baby.
But something in me stirred. No—growled. My wolf pushed against my skin like he wanted out, wanted closer. And I hated that. I wasn’t here to chase skirts, especially not ones that looked like they should still be studying poetry and sipping iced coffee. But gods, I wanted to taste her. Just once. Damn it.
As if she could hear me she turned to my direction, looking straight at me that for a moment I thought she could see me.
But I had a skill of hiding in the shadows, like it was part of me. And with a storm rolling in and the weather so dark, I know she couldn’t see me.
But then she stepped forward, eyes wide and scared of the unknown. I liked that. And I was the unknown.
“Hello” f**k, her voice is pure smoke. The kind you really only hear in porn videos. I suck in my bottom lip, biting back a groan.
I lean against the tree and watch her, absolutely enthralled with the little creature before me.
Something inexplicably dark arises in my chest. It’s black and evil and cruel. Dangerous, even.
All I want to do is break her. Shatter her into pieces. And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own. I don’t care if they don’t fit, I’ll f*****g make them.
I shook my head and turned, pissed at myself.
“Get a grip,” I muttered.
“Kier, it’s time for the meeting. Where the f**k are you”. My beta Mason mind linked me, interrupting the moment.
I scowled and the next I looked a guy is before her, pulling her attention away, and I know I need to leave now before I do something stupid like kidnap her in front of at least fifty witnesses.
I went to the shitty café at the edge of town and grabbed the strongest black coffee they had, but nothing washed the taste of her out of my mouth.
I leave the café and head straight for the meeting with Dain the Alpha of Raincore pack and the one that has been tampering with my work.
I step into the room like I own it.
Because I do.
Neutral ground or not, my presence is law the second I walk through the damn door. The guards stationed outside don’t move. They’ve already been warned—I’m not to be disturbed.
The Alpha of Raincore Pack is already seated. Good. At least he understands that much.
I take my time approaching the table. Sit down slowly. Deliberately. Letting the silence thicken as I study him.
He doesn’t meet my eyes.
Weak.
“Thought I’d do you the courtesy of meeting face to face,” I say, voice even and sharp. “Since you clearly don’t know how to stay the f**k out of things that don’t concern you.”
His jaw tightens. He still doesn’t speak.
I smile. It’s not a friendly one. “Nothing to say?” I lean forward slightly, voice dipping into a low, mocking tone. “You had plenty to say when you sent your rats sniffing around my territory.”
Finally, his eyes lift to mine. There’s a flicker of something there, uncertainty. Fear, maybe. He tries to mask it, but I see it. Smell it.
“You really think I wouldn’t notice?” I ask. “You really thought I wouldn’t come knocking?”
He shifts in his seat. Still silent.
My smile fades. I sit back, drumming my fingers once against the table, slow and measured. “You got involved in something that doesn’t belong to you. You knew the risks. You chose this.”
Still nothing.
I c**k my head. “Or maybe you didn’t choose it. Maybe someone else pulled your strings.” I pause. “I don’t give a s**t either way. What matters now is that you crossed a line. My line.”
His throat bobs, a subtle swallow.
I caught that.
“You think silence protects you?” I sneer. “You think sitting there like a f*****g statue makes you strong?”
I lean in again, this time just enough to let him see the wolf behind my eyes. “Let me make this very clear, Alpha—next time you breathe in my direction without permission, I will tear your pack apart and send you the pieces one by one.”
He holds my stare now—but he doesn’t speak. Can’t. Not when the air’s thick with my dominance, choking the room like smoke.
I push my chair back and stand.
“Meeting’s over.”
I’m halfway to the door before I stop, glancing over my shoulder.
“You should’ve stayed in your lane.”
Then I’m gone, boots echoing off the stone floor like gunshots.
Outside, Mason waits.
He falls into step beside me, glancing back toward the door.
“He say anything?”
I smirk. “Not a word. But he heard me loud and f*****g clear. Seems like he’s protecting something or someone. I don’t care nonetheless”
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