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Sierra's POV (6 Years Ago)
What is it like to be part of a family? A pack? A normal life? I want to ask anyone who would probably respond, but everyone here sees me as a problem child. I'm no child but I sure won't back-chat to them and say otherwise, Granted I don't speak to them. I cannot remember the last time I spoke. To anyone. Years perhaps? My Mom and Dad are buried at Lakeshore cemetery, There was a tragic accident one night that ended up being the equivalent of a total disaster. I was an orphan. It's that simple and I was left with a pack that treated me as a slave. Now. Tomorrow is the day I turn 18. I have spent the last decade feeling like an outsider. Abused, Broken and left and I never felt like I belonged anywhere. The only good thing about all of this is that I should get my wolf tomorrow and I can hopefully find my mate at the Gala that Jaya keeps talking about. She and I learnt sign language so she could communicate with each other without needing to actually speak. She's been my best friend since we were both young. I work in the packhouse doing jobs that no one wants to do but I live out in a basement with all the other Omegas that are ironically treated a lot better than I am. I'm normally covered in bruises and new marks but it's something I have to live with. I can't complain to them even if I did speak. They all talk behind my back and what they don't know is that I listen to every damn word they say but they all think I'm deaf. The accident that took my parents away from me ... I was also in that car but I survived and every day since that accident has been torture. Emotionally speaking and also physically speaking. "Oi, daydreamer. This kitchen needs to be cleaned and ready for the ball tomorrow, and so does the main hall," Rosie, who is the queen bee around here, shouts to me. I don't listen. When I take a foot to the thigh, I instantly glare her way, showing her that I don't care what she thinks or says. She can't tell me what to do. "Oh yeah. My bad," she laughs, which makes her other friends laugh, too. "Read. My. Lips. Carefully." She mocks. "This kitchen and the dining hall need to be spik and span ready for the ball tomorrow. We have so many important guests coming that I will leave you in the rain if you do not make this perfect." She insinuates each word with a mocking tone, but it only fuels me to be an arse. I raise a single eyebrow at her and watch as her face contorts to a shade darker of red from the anger she's burning with. She stomps out of the kitchen muttering something about Omegas and how they are not suitable workers. Pathetic and something else but by this point, she's too far out for me to hear her. I'm just finishing up the finishing touches to the cleaning when a sneaker steps into my line of sight. "Gah. This floor needs cleaning Sierra do little" he says as he spills cola all over the floor. I can feel the droplets of it splashing my hands and thighs as I'm crouched down but I don't have the energy to argue even in my own head so I do what he wants as he stands there and watches before I feel the sharp tug on my hair. "You may think you're this amazing, obedient little girl but you're nothing more than a pointless, useless waste of breath" he sneers at me and it's then I see the hunger to destroy my life flash in his crystal blue eyes. He can ruin me however he sees fit and I have no say in that matter. I don't get to scream in agony as this monster grapples with my hair and tugs until the burning at my scalp is nothing more than a numbing feeling that sends shocks down my body. "Let me make this extremely clear," he says as he also mocks my abilities to actually hear. He makes me sound like a child about to get scolded. "Get your job done and make sure it's a proper job that's been done. I don't want or need to have to send someone else to do it because if I do, if I find a single ounce of dust scattered about, then you will face the consequences. Do I make it very clear?" I nod my head frantically. I can feel an incoming anxiety attack and I want to be able to stop it but that tightness clutching at me, the feeling of powerlessness and overwhelming sensations tickle every sense I have and I find myself struggling to breathe. I hear their laughter and mocking tones as I get to work, only stopping to catch my breath when I need to. "You're done for the day. Go home you silly fool" Marta says as she picks me up by my arm and pushes me toward the door. Marta is the lead Omega among us and if she says something is done then someone is done. She's bitter and cruel but she does this on purpose, she allows you to think you've got stability when in actual fact, she's a viper waiting to bite you and make you suffer slowly.I'm not dramatic or I try not to be but she is technically a snake. Nice one moment and will cut you off to spite her nose the next. It's what everyone here is like. Loyalty? I don't even know if the Alpha knows what that is.
Kade is 4 years older than I, he took over at 22 from his father who wanted to spend more time in the shallow end of the pool with some skinny model only wanting his money. "Go. I don't want to see you here until tomorrow. You're cleaning all of the upstairs and you will not be attending the ball. Sorry Cinderella" she says which gets a round of laughter.So I do ... I walk out of the building and towards the woods but I'm not that far into my walk when I feel a presence behind me.
Zade. "I think..." he says scratching his chin like a gleeful little puppy getting a new toy. "You should have breakfast with us tomorrow morning" and I want to laugh but I don't. I don't do anything I just stare at him. "I have a nice little surprise for your birthday" he says and I automatically brighten up. I've never really celebrated my birthday since my parents died so this will be nice. I nod my head and dart off towards my little home. "Remember Sierra ... it's a secret"*** This chapter is a one off chapter for Killian's POV. Killian is Sierra's older and protective brother. He may not have known her for long but he has become strangely protective over her. This is a chapter so you can see what it is going to be like in his book - The Midnight Agreement - ***KILLIAN'S POVSleep has been impossible since finding Sierra. Since before to be honest, when we found out she was in fact alive.Not because I'm unhappy. Quite the opposite. It's because every time I close my eyes, I see the little girl my parents lost when she was only a few weeks old, and the woman she somehow became without us. I think of the years stolen from her, of birthdays we all missed, scraped knees we never patched up and heartbreaks we never protected her from. The guilt still sits heavily in my chest, because we should have been there for her instead of her doing things alone, but it no longer consumes me the way it did the first night I saw her. Because Sierra is stronger than any
SIERRA'S POVI don't realise I'm crying until my brother pulls back slightly and looks at me with the same surprised expression I imagine is mirrored on my own face.Not sobbing. Not breaking apart.Just tears.Quiet ones because I always wanted a brother or sister but my Mom always said that she couldn't have anymore kids and I settled with being an only child but now...Now I'm crying like an idiot because I have a family of siblings.It's the kind of crying that slips free when something buried so deeply inside you finally gets permission to exist.For years, I told myself I didn't need anyone. It was easier that way. Easier to believe I was alone because then I never had to wonder why nobody came for me. Why nobody searched. Why nobody cared enough to look harder. But now, sitting in this bed with one brother awkwardly holding onto my shoulders, another hovering nearby pretending not to be emotional, and Damiano watching me with unmistakable affection in his eyes, and a mate who th
My heart starts racing the moment the door opens, and I hate how obvious it feels.After everything I’ve just been through, after pain and fear and everything else, this is what makes me nervous? Meeting people? But this isn’t just people. This is something else entirely. Something deeper. Something that feels like it’s shifting the ground beneath my feet in a completely different way.Because this isn’t about survival.This is about… where I belong.Damiano steps in first, familiar enough now that his presence immediately steadies something in me. There’s reassurance in the way he moves, in the way his eyes flick to me like he’s checking, confirming, making sure I’m still alright. But it’s the two figures behind him that pull my attention fully.My brothers.The word feels strange in my head. New. Heavy.They’re both large, broad-shouldered, carrying the same kind of presence that fills the room without effort. Strong. Controlled. Dangerous in the way warriors are—but their eyes…Thei
NikolaiShe looks stronger.Not fully—no, not even close—but stronger than she has any right to be after what she’s just endured. There’s still a fragility to the way she holds herself, a carefulness in her movements that tells me her body hasn’t caught up with her mind yet. But her eyes… her eyes are clear. Focused. Awake in a way that tells me she’s already thinking ahead, already trying to piece together everything that’s happened and everything that’s still waiting for her.And that unsettles me more than if she had just broken down.Because Sierra doesn’t fall apart.She adapts.She pushes forward.And right now, I don’t know if I want her to.“You’re thinking too hard,” I say quietly, leaning back in the chair just slightly, though I don’t release her hand. My thumb keeps moving over her skin, a slow, steady rhythm that’s become more for me than for her.Her gaze flicks to mine instantly, sharp despite the exhaustion lingering beneath it. “So are you.”There’s no hesitation in h
SierraWaking up feels… different this time.There’s no sharp panic tearing through my chest, no immediate jolt of fear that snaps me fully conscious before I even understand where I am. Instead, everything comes back slowly, like my body is finally allowing itself to surface rather than dragging me up all at once. My breathing is steady. My mind isn’t racing. Even the pain—because it’s still there—is dulled, like it’s been pushed just far enough away that I can exist around it instead of inside it.For a moment, I don’t move.I just lie there, letting myself feel it.The quiet.Not the suffocating kind from before, not the heavy silence that came with being alone and waiting for something bad to happen. This is different. Controlled. Safe. There’s no echo of footsteps outside a locked door, no distant voices, no countdown ticking somewhere in the background like my life is something disposable.Just stillness.And warmth.That’s what pulls me the rest of the way back.Warmth.Familia
Nikolai's POVI don’t let go of her hand. Not when the doors shut, not when the engine turns over, and not even when the vehicle begins to pull away from that place. My grip stays firm around her fingers, like if I loosen it even slightly, she might disappear again. The world outside the window blurs into nothing, buildings and shadows passing by unnoticed, because all of my focus is locked onto the woman beside me.She’s here. Breathing. Warm. Alive. That should be enough to steady the storm inside my chest—but it isn’t. Because every time I close my eyes, I still see her chained to that chair, wrists torn raw, body trembling under something she refused to show me fully. I still smell the wolfsbane. I still hear the quiet way her breath hitched when the restraints came off.My jaw tightens as I shift slightly in my seat, careful not to jostle her. Her head rests against my shoulder now, her body finally giving in to exhaustion, but even in sleep, her fingers curl faintly into mine li
Chapter 59: What's the plan?Nikolai’s POVSuch a brat.When I woke up in bed not 30 minutes ago, the bed was cold and Sierra was gone. I didn't want to think that she had gone out, especially with her not taking her phone or anything. After looking around the house, I hear the distinct screeching
Chapter 58: AnswersSierra’s POVChristmas morning was always my favourite. I get up, open presents, have lunch, and spend the day playing with everything I get.As I got older, I hit a point where I was just genuinely happy with anything I got. My parents were gone, and I had No One to celebrate w
Chapter 57: how did you…Nikolai’s POVChristmas Eve has always been a big tradition in our family. Everyone gets together, and they celebrate it in a certain way. Movies, take-away food, laughs and love but this year it’s different. This year I’m not celebrating it alone.I have Sierra this year a
Chapter 56: I would throat punch him. Sierra’s POVDo you know how hard it is to get back to your room, strip off your clothes and put your most sexiest underwear on with a silk robe in the time it takes your mate to walk up the stairs and to our room? - Grabbed, he was slow and sulking, so he did







