LOGINSierra's POV
“Don’t move,” he said.
And I didn’t. When an Alpha speaks, you listen. You lower your head. You stay quiet. You don’t speak unless they let you.
The only problem I'm having is that I don't speak so I'm screwed.
“Who did this to you?”
“Look at me,” he says as he towers over me. I try my best to keep my body firmly planted on the spot but it's hard when I have had men tower over me and abuse their power as a role of the pack members to humiliate me and terrorise me to the point of dreaded fear all for their own laughs and fun. His fingers coast so gently over my cheek that throbs with even the smallest of twitches and touches but it isn't that gentle nudge that's making me feel more nervous, it's the touch of a mate. I smelled him the moment I sat down in this room, I could feel his aura in here before I even opened my eyes but I didn't expect to find him in here on the biggest night of the year. I was expecting him to have company at-least.There isn't any point in signing my answer because he obviously doesn't understand it so I slowly walk around him, very aware of his eyes boring into my state of clothing and write on the piece of paper again before handing it to him.
He reads it aloud which even to my ears, sounds stupid. "I work here. I accidentally hurt myself while cleaning when I got back to work earlier" when the truth is, Rosie gave me a good slap to the face because she was angry at the choice of clothing I wore to an important night and she was ashamed to have me as a living, breathing waste of space is what she said. Then grumbled when I didn't even scream. "Trust doesn't come easy to you. Does it little wolf?" he asks and I feel like a total muppet for even shaking my head because you never tell the truth herd. You lie through your teeth and hope and pray that you look believable. Staying exactly where is he, he sniffs the air as if searching for something a little more than what I am giving. Looking into something that should be left so far out of reach it's not even funny. It isn't he who will see the consequences of this if my Alpha finds me in here. I'm not even supposed to speak to anyone so for me to be in another Alpha's room will resort to punishing consequences. His phone ringing pulls me out of my terror long enough to look back down in shame. What is wrong with me? Apart from the obvious things that is? "Yeah Rem?" he says as he turns away from me. Taking this opportunity to get the heck away from this part of the house I take it. Only to run into our Alpha who looks like he is about to blow a gasket. Lowering his voice to a whispered sneer, he matched my height when I felt the pressing of his sharp nails to my collarbone. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? No, don't actually sign that shit. I don't care but you do not...disturb Alpha Nikolai...you especially don't fucking talk to him!" It's only then that I feel the presence of Alpha Nikolai behind me. My skin feels clammy and my heart is picking up pace. My body is exhausted and I have two Alpha's here. One to my side giving my shoulder a hard squeeze. This is his way of showing me who is in charge. To put me in my place when he thinks I'm slipping. Dominance ... meet obedience. Obedience ... Meet Mr asshole. "Alpha Zade. Please remove your hand from your worker" Alpha Nikolai says and I can see the moment Zade knows he isn't going to win this round with someone who is a lot more stronger, bigger muscle mass and has atleast 4 inches on him but the look he sends my way as he lets me go shows me that this isn't over.It's just getting started. Why didn't Alpha Nikolai tell him I was his mate/ Is he also waiting to humiliate me and reject me the moment he can? I know I'm not up to their standards, I'm an omega for goodness' sake but surely I can't have bad luck all my life. "Now. I have to be home in Portland by evening tomorrow and I have a 9-hour drive so please I will be at your office at 7 am in the morning to discuss business with you. I expect a trade for this generous thing I'm considering on doing for you Alpha Matthews." "Of course Alpha. Anything" he says as he passes me without so much as a glare. When Alpha Zade walks by, so does the mystery I call my second chance mate who looks like he's about ready to do something very regretful. "Speak soon Little wolf..." he says as he walks away from me.Crap.*** 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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