LOGINSierra's POV
My birthday should be the day I celebrate, right? Should I enjoy it with those I love and those who love me? I wish. Not in my book ...I don't get to celebrate, I don't get to enjoy these moments anymore and I don't think I get to give myself that moment to even think about my birthday, In the last decade since my parents passing, since I was last out of the house, since I even remember what the city I live in looks like, I haven't Celerbrated my birthday. I'm not allowed to. But today though ... well today is a completely different story because I turned 18 today and I have this amazing feeling that it will all start looking up. Starting with a walk to the little house 5 minutes away in the woods. My old home. My parents' home is run down. It's probably due to be a demolition project but this is where I felt safest and I still do. Anyone can easily walk in and I wouldn't be strong enough to handle them but no one comes to this part of the woods I believe and if they do then I haven't seen them or felt them so that's a little bit of a bonus. This house hasn't been used since they passed, and a part of me—the part that longs for them to be here, to see how much I have grown up (In some ways) the part that aches without them—knows that deep down, I am strong enough to handle the things that are thrown my way. It's 4:30 a.m., and I'm due to be at the pack house in an hour. The scent of hazel drifts around me, and I'm instantly hit with that realisation. It's a mate smell. Does that mean... "Your mate is close by mi amor," someone giggles, and it sounds so close behind me yet so far behind me. Spinning around I find nothing. No one. But that voice sounded close. It sounded calming and caring. "I'm your wolf silly, I'm in your head. I'm Mina. Goodness Sierra I have waited so, so long to finally talk to you!" She, meaning Mina, my wolf, is excited to see me and to talk to me. It's the way she says it as she purrs inside my head. How is this real? I didn't realise it could feel this weird but here we are. The questions come in rapid fire to myself and because I don't talk but my wolf somehow knows what it is that's currently travelling through my mind she answers each and every thought that I have had and she does it without getting annoyed at me. 'Happy birthday to me' I whisper to myself in my mind as I stretch up and let my achy muscles loose for a moment and turn the cold shower on. I haven't been able to have a warm shower in...I don't even know how many years so I have to suffer with a freezing cold one. Once I'm out of the shower, I get the bread that I managed to stash away in my ruined and stained pocket of my work outfit which is a little too small and I start heading toward the pack house once again. The bread is a small piece which isn't a lot because we have to share whatever scraps we can find through the Omega's which isn't enough to make me feel full. At all. Walking through the door, I halt on the spot when I spot everyone already piling into the small dining room. It's then that I spot the scowl Rosie Harvey is sending my way. Oh no. "Mutey" she sneers at me and I want to crawl under a rock and never come out. Rosie is one of those women who likes to make someone else feel completely small just so she can feel on top of the world and I guess with her wanting to be Zade's chosen mate has everything to do with the hostility that she sends other people's way if they so much as look in his direction or breathe the same "Royal" air as him. I got used to her being rude and the name-calling a long time ago but some how, today she seems to be more ... brutal in the stare. I don't bow my head to her and she hates that. She hates that she doesn't have the control on me that she wants to have where whereas everyone else around here asks how high when she says jump. "Unfortunately..." she says with a flick of her manicured hands "-You're wanted in the dining room. Courtesy of your lordship" she says and flags her puppets close to her who are just like her. Bitter. Cruel. Empty. Making my way to the dining room, my feet dragging instead of happily walking, the scent gets stronger and it's dizzying. "Ah good ... come here" Alpha Zade says as he stands up and that's when it hits me. He's my mate. The only thing screaming at me right now is my gut telling me that this isn't what is supposed to happen. Something is terribly wrong. I do the sign for Alpha to which he rolls his eyes to and then silence around the room as he speaks. "Sierra...oh sweet, naive Sierra" he says with a cruel tone. "I called you here today to let you know you're going to repeat what I tell you-" he says and I can feel my heart beating rapidly. Frantically now.I took a step forward, nervous, terrified, but still holding onto that flicker of light.
He narrowed his eyes, and for the first time, I dared to lift mine to meet his gaze.
"I can be better," I signed. "Stronger. I’ll prove myself. Just… give me a chance."
Silence.
Then he smiled. But it wasn’t kind.
"I, Zade Matthew's, Alpha of the HighClaw pack, reject you, Sierra Whitmore to be my mate and Luna. You are to work here and obey my every command to accept my rejection" he says and he does it without even flinching But me ... My whole damn hearts just shattered in my chest at the ruins this man can inflict.It felt like a mountain had collapsed onto my chest—I couldn’t breathe. My hands were still shaking, fingers ice-cold, and the laughter echoing through the room felt like it was peeling the skin right off me.
*** 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
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