LOGINKaia’s POV.
The air in the Great Hall had turned thick enough to choke on. Every eye was a needle, stitching me to the spot where the Alpha’s son had just committed social suicide by touching me. My father’s eyes flared with a warning so potent it made my knees want to buckle. He didn't move from his seat, but his knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the table. To him, this was a security breach. A stain on the Beta’s reputation. I didn't wait for the formal dismissal. I turned on my heel, the silver tray clattering onto the table, and walked out of the Great Hall. I didn't run. But as soon as thedoors closed behind me, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. I made it halfway to the Omega quarters when a hand clamped onto my shoulder, spinning me around. I already knew the grip. It was too rough to be a stranger’s, too familiar to be anyone but blood. "What the hell was that, Kaia?" Jace hissed. My brother’s face was twisted in a mixture of disgust and genuine confusion. "Did you do something? Did you scent him? Use some Omega trick to get his attention?" I shoved his hand off. "I was carrying meat, Jace. Unless he has a fetish for roast beef, I didn't do anything." "Don't lie to me," he snarled, stepping into my space to use his height as a weapon. "The Alpha’s son doesn't just walk up to a... a girl like you and start whispering in her ear. He’s the future of this pack. You’re a servant who happens to share my last name. If you’re trying to social climb by playing the 'misunderstood Omega,' stop. You'll get us all exiled." "A girl like me?" I repeated, my voice dropping an octave. I stepped closer, refusing to let him intimidate me. "You mean a girl who can out-spar you three days out of five? Or a girl who actually does the work while you preen for the Alpha? If Killian Blackwood wants to talk to me, maybe it’s because he’s bored of looking at the same vapid faces you spend your time with." Jace’s eyes flashed gold. For a second, I thought he might actually strike me. "You’re delusional. He was mocking you. He has to be. Stay away from him, Kaia. That’s not a request from your brother. It’s an order from your future Beta." He turned and stormed back toward the lights and laughter of the hall. I stood in the dark, my hands trembling. Not from fear, but from the exhausting effort of holding back the wolf that wanted to tear the arrogance right out of his throat. *** I couldn't go to sleep. My skin felt too tight, my blood too hot. I headed for the training grounds on the edge of the forest. At midnight, it was deserted, illuminated only by the pale, cold light of the moon. This was my true home. Not the kitchens, not the omega’s Quarters , but the dirt and the wooden posts. I didn't bother with a shirt. I stripped down to my sports bra and leggings, letting the biting night air hit my skin. I needed the cold to numb the memory of Killian’s thumb against my jaw. I began my routine. Strike. Pivot. Elbow. The heavy bag swung with a groan. I poured every ounce of my frustration into it. Strike for my father’s silence. Strike for Jace’s cruelty. Strike for the elders who looked at my curves and saw a liability. I was moving in a blur of sweat and motion, my breathing coming in harsh, rhythmic rasps. In the dark, I didn't have to be "plus-sized" or "Omega." I felt the power in my calves as I launched into a roundhouse kick, the impact vibrating through my entire frame. "Your form is slightly off on the follow-through." I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. I dropped into a defensive crouch, my fists up, my wolf snarling at the surface. Killian was leaning against a tree. He had shed his formal jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and etched with dark tattoos. He looked less like a prince now and more like a predator who had found his favorite hunting ground. "You're following me," I said, not moving from my stance. "That’s a crime, isn't it? An Alpha stalking an Omega?" "I’m not stalking," he said, stepping into the moonlight. His eyes weren't on my face; they were tracking the sweat glistening on my collarbone, the rise and fall of my chest. "I’m observing. And I’m not an Alpha yet. I’m just a man who couldn't sleep” "Then go for a run," I snapped. "The woods are that way." "I like it here," he murmured, walking toward me. He didn't stop until he was just outside my striking range. "Why do you train so hard, Kaia? No one is going to let you on the front lines. They’ve already decided what you are." "I don't train for them," I said, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. "I train so that when the world tries to crush me, I’m the one who doesn't break." Killian’s gaze darkened. He reached out, and for a moment, I thought he was going to touch me again. Instead, he grabbed the punching bag, stilling its swing. "Show me," he said. I blinked. "What?" "Spar with me. No ranks. No titles. Just... this." "I can't spar with you," I said, a hysterical laugh bubbling up. "If I leave a mark on you, my father will have me locked in the cellar. If you hurt me, it’s a diplomatic incident." "I won't hurt you," he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "And as for the marks... I think I’d like to see what kind of mark you’d leave." It was madness. It was the quickest way to get myself exiled or worse. But looking at him, I realized he was the only person in this pack who wasn't looking down at me. He was looking at me. I didn't say a word. I simply lunged. I moved fast, aiming a low kick at his lead leg, but he was faster. He caught my shin, his hand like a manacle. I used the momentum to pivot, swinging my elbow toward his chin. He ducked, his laughter a soft, dark sound in the night. We moved through the dirt in a violent, beautiful dance. He was stronger, yes—his Alpha blood gave him an edge I couldn't match in raw power but I was lower to the ground, faster with my movement. I managed to get inside his guard, my shoulder slamming into his chest. For a second, the weight of me caught him off balance. We tumbled to the ground, rolling through the frost-covered grass. I ended up on top, my knees pinning his biceps, my hands pressing against his shoulders. We were both gasping for air. I had the Alpha’s son pinned. His eyes were wide, the gold in them burning like twin suns. His scent was overwhelming now—the woodsmoke and rain were joined by the scent of arousal. "Yield," I whispered, my hair falling around us like a curtain. Killian didn't answer. He shifted, his hand moving with a speed I couldn't track. Before I could react, he had flipped us. Now, I was the one pinned to the ground, his massive frame hovering over mine. His thighs settled between mine, his hips pressing into the soft curve of my stomach. The contact was too much, a jolt of desire that made my toes curl into the dirt. "You’re magnificent," he rasped, his face inches from mine. "They try to hide you away because they're afraid, Kaia. They see a girl who can't be controlled, who takes up space and demands to be seen.” "I'm an Omega," I breathed, my heart shattering at the way he looked at me. "I'm nothing." "You are everything," he countered. He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine. "The rules say I can't touch you. The laws say I should find a 'pure' mate to secure my line. But I’ve spent my whole life being what they wanted. And right now? I only want what’s forbidden." His hand slid from the dirt, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. "Tell me to stop, Kaia," he whispered. "Tell me you don't feel this pull, this tether between our souls, and I’ll walk away. I’ll never speak to you again." I looked at him—the dangerous, beautiful prince of the pack and then I looked at the life of shadows waiting for me tomorrow. I didn't tell him to stop. I reached up, my fingers tracing the scar on his eyebrow, before sliding down to the nape of his neck. I pulled him down, closing the distance until our lips were a breath apart. "Don't you dare walk away," I whispered. And then, he kissed me.Kaia's POVRhea's cottage smelled like dried herbs and old books and something underneath both of those that I'd never found a name for. Something warm and green and very old, like the first week of spring when the ground is remembering what it is after a long winter. I'd been coming here since I was a child and I'd stopped trying to name the smell years ago. Some things you just let be what they are.She opened the door before we knocked.She looked at me the way she always looked at things she was assessing, with an attention that went through the surface rather than stopping at it. Not invasive. Just thorough. She'd been looking at me like that for as long as I could remember and I'd never minded it because nothing about it felt like judgment. It felt like someone who was actually trying to see what was there.She stepped back and let us in."Sit," she said to me. She told Killian the tea things were where they always were and he'd know. She told Mira to stop hovering in the doorwa
Kaia's POVI woke with my cheek against Killian's shoulder and for one disoriented second I had no idea where I was.Then the hip told me. It had a detailed report ready and delivered it immediately. I let it finish, then took a slow breath and did a proper accounting. Hip was bad but I'd walked on worse. Ribs unhappy but manageable. Head clear. The rest of me was in the specific hollow state that follows doing something enormous, when the body has spent everything it had and is now waiting quietly for instructions.Killian was awake. I could tell by the quality of the stillness. Not the loose, unguarded stillness of sleep but the present kind, alert underneath, the way someone is still when they're keeping watch and not wanting to make a thing of it.His arm was around me. He'd been keeping me from sliding for however long I'd been out.I sat up slowly. The arm loosened but stayed near, and I let it.Dax was across from us on a log, eating something from his pack with the relaxed con
Killian's POVWe made camp in the neutral ground, just inside the Silver Moon tree line, with no fire and no shelter and no plan beyond stopping long enough for Kaia's body to have a reasonable chance at the last stretch home. Dax found a fallen log and sat on it like he owned it. Sera disappeared into the trees, came back three minutes later to report nothing moving in any direction, and then sat down on the far end of the log and started cleaning her blade. Mira found a tree, put her back against it, pulled her knees up, and was asleep in under two minutes. I'd been watching people fall asleep in difficult conditions for six years during the campaign and I knew the difference between exhaustion and trauma and this was both, layered on top of each other, three weeks of accumulated weight finally allowed to come down.Kaia lasted about four minutes longer than Mira. She'd been running on will since the shift back and will has a limit even in her, which I was beginning to understand wa
Killian's POVShe was on her feet the whole way through the forest. I want to say that clearly because it mattered to me then and it matters to me now — she was on her feet, moving under her own power, despite the hip and the ribs and the absolute depletion of a first full Matriarch shift. I had offered to carry her. Once, quietly, in the first few minutes after we cleared the camp. She had looked at me with an expression that communicated several things simultaneously, most of them variations on the theme of absolutely not, and I had respected this and not offered again.She did accept my arm. Not as support — she made that distinction clear without saying it, the way she made most distinctions clear, through the specific quality of how she held herself. She took my arm because she wanted to, because we were moving through dark forest terrain and two points of balance are better than one, because something between us had shifted in the corridor and the touching felt right. Those were
Kaia's POVVane escaped into the trees. I let him.Not because I couldn't have caught him — I probably could have, in Matriarch form, even with the camp in chaos and the guards still processing what had just happened to them. I let him go because keeping him alive and functional was more useful than catching him right now, and because I was already thinking three moves ahead of this corridor, and one of those moves required Vane to still be walking around and making decisions.This was something new. I had never thought this clearly in a fight before. In the sparring pit my mind went quiet and my body took over, all the training running on its own without narration. But in Matriarch form the thinking didn't stop — it expanded. It ran wider and faster and saw further. I'd dealt with eight guards, kept track of Mira's position, noted the direction Vane went, assessed the camp sounds for secondary response, and made the conscious decision to let him leave, all in the time it took most pe
Killian's POVI had been in wars. Real ones, not the border skirmishes that Silver Moon called wars when they wanted to sound serious. I had stood on actual battlefields and watched actual Alphas in full power — the kind of power that makes the air change, that drops the temperature, that makes every wolf in a quarter-mile radius feel it in their spine before they see it with their eyes. I had seen things that left marks. Things I still thought about in the dark hours of the night when sleep didn't come easily.I had never seen anything like Kaia.When she shifted, I was thrown back against the corridor wall by the pressure change. The torches blew out. For one half-second the passage was completely dark and completely silent, which was its own kind of terrifying — the silence of something enormous drawing breath before it moves.Then the light came back, and it wasn't the torches.She was silver in a way that generated its own illumination, a cold and self-sustaining light that had n
Kaia's POVPain was information.That was the first thing I had taught myself, in the years of training alone in the dark. When you hurt, you didn't panic. You listened. Pain told you where you were damaged and how badly, what you could still use and what you needed to protect. Pain was data, and d
Killian's POVI had spent six years at war. I had learned to read a battlefield the way other men read maps — calmly, without the luxury of feeling. You looked at what was happening. You calculated. You acted. Feeling came later, in the dark, when there was nothing left to do about it.That was the
The kiss didn’t just taste like rebellion; it tasted like an ending.When Killian’s lips finally parted from mine, He was still hovering over me, his weight a delicious, grounding pressure that my wolf was currently purring for—a sound I hadn’t known she was capable of making.He looked down at me,
Kaia’s POV.The scent of damp earth and pine needles always felt like a second skin, but today, it was choked out by the metallic tang of sweat and the bruised ego of a warrior twice my size.I shifted my weight, feeling the familiar, power in my thighs. People in the Silver Moon pack saw "plus-siz







