Chad's POV
I bent over Avyaane's still form, my heart pounding with a tumultuous mixture of concern and simmering anger. Her chest barely rose and fell, her skin pale and clammy.
Despite everything that had transpired, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry for her. My wolf whined softly within me, torn between rage at her attempt to shoot me and an instinctive need to protect our mate.
Logan's voice cut through my thoughts, dripping with venom. His eyes flashed dangerously, a muscle twitching in his clenched jaw as he snarled,
"Don't fake death with us, you little bitch. Because the actual death is just around your corner if you keep this up." His hands trembled with barely contained fury, itching to lash out.
I glanced up to see Killian rushing to Blair's side, his face a mask of concern as he examined the gunshot wound. The usually stoic Killian's voice wavered slightly as he said softly, "Let me see it."
His gentleness was a stark contrast to the murderous fury blazing in his eyes. "That ungrateful whore is going to pay for this," he added, his tone low and menacing.
Logan's patience had clearly run out. With a growl that rumbled deep in his chest, he seized one of Avyaane's bare breasts, squeezing it roughly. "Get up, bitch!" he roared, his face contorted with rage.
"Don't think you can fool us with this act." Veins bulged at his temples as he fought to control his wolf, which was howling for retribution.
But Avyaane didn't even flinch. A frown creased my brow as I studied her face, noticing the slight flutter of her eyelids.
"Let her be," I said, my voice low and authoritative. "I think she's actually unconscious." I felt an odd surge of protectiveness, even as anger still churned in my gut.
Blair let out a bark of laughter, though it was tinged with pain and bitterness. "Anyone would fake that when cornered without escape," he spat, wincing as he adjusted his injured arm.
"She's just trying to buy time." His eyes, usually twinkling with mischief, now burned with a combination of hurt and betrayal.
I shook my head, feeling oddly conflicted. "She can't escape us now," I stated firmly, trying to project an air of calm authority even as turmoil raged within me.
"We should take her to the hospital for treatment. After that, she moves in with us, and we can exact our revenge as we please." The words left a sour taste in my mouth, but I knew it was what my brothers expected to hear.
My brothers exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and grudging agreement. Logan's lips curled into a cruel smile, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"Well, who's gonna carry the little slut?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
Blair pushed himself to his feet, wincing slightly but determined to prove his strength. "Let me take care of that," he insisted, a hint of his usual bravado returning.
"She's not heavy, after all." I could see the pain etched in the lines of his face, but also the stubborn pride that refused to show weakness.
As we left the house, I couldn't help but notice that Avyaane's father still wasn't home. Probably out late drinking, as usual. The thought filled me with a mixture of disgust and pity, fueling the protective instincts that warred with my anger.
"I can't believe we've finally found a mate," I mused as we walked to the hospital, the unconscious Avyaane cradled in Blair's arms.
My voice was thick with conflicting emotions - relief at finally finding our destined partner, anger at her attempt to kill us, and a lingering fondness that I couldn't quite shake.
Blair snorted, his handsome face twisted with disdain. "And one lowlife, for that matter," he spat. "I wish we could reject her first, but our thirst to torment her won't let us."
The bitterness in his voice was palpable, masking the hurt of being shot by the very person meant to complete us.
At the hospital, the nurses bowed low, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and reverence. "What shall we offer you, your highnesses?" they asked, practically tripping over themselves to please us. Their obsequiousness grated on my already frayed nerves.
"A bed in the emergency ward," I ordered, my voice clipped and brooking no argument.
"Yes, Alpha," one nurse replied, quickly leading us to an empty room. The fear in her eyes as she glanced between us and Avyaane's limp form was evident, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
As we laid Avyaane on the bed, the doctor rushed in to examine her. After a few tense moments, during which I could feel my brothers' impatience radiating off them in waves, he straightened up with a sigh. "The weak thing is overpowered by her first shift. That's why she fainted."
Logan let out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with derision. "Isn't this a cruel joke?" he sneered. "Us strong Alphas mated to someone who can't even handle a simple shift?"
His words dripped with contempt, but I caught a flicker of disappointment in his eyes, quickly masked by anger.
"She'll be dead before satisfying us all," Killian added, his eyes gleaming with malice. But beneath the cruelty, I sensed a hint of frustration - perhaps even fear - at the vulnerability of our newfound mate.
I turned to the doctor, pushing down my own conflicted emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. "What does she need?" I asked, striving to maintain a facade of calm authority.
"Enough rest and medication," he replied, looking nervous under our collective gaze. I could smell the fear rolling off him in waves.
Blair, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke up. His voice was strained, whether from pain or emotion, I couldn't tell. "How long will that take?"
The doctor hesitated before answering, clearly intimidated by our presence. "Two weeks at least, from the looks of it."
Logan's face twisted into a sneer, his eyes darkening dangerously. "I do believe she'll need a permanent bed in the emergency. Because after pleasuring us every night, that's what will come next."
With that, he stomped out of the hospital, leaving a trail of frightened staff in his wake. The barely contained violence in his movements spoke volumes about the retribution he was already planning.
As we followed him out, I found myself lost in a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. I didn't know whether to feel okay or not about sharing my ex-girlfriend as a mate with my brothers.
The situation was complicated, to say the least. Part of me still cared for Avyaane, remembering the good times we'd shared before everything went to hell. But another part of me burned with anger at her betrayal, at the rumors that had torn us apart.
And now this - she was our mate, but she had detested us violently, even going so far as to shoot Blair. The memory of the gunshot still echoed in my mind, a stark reminder of the chasm between us and our supposed destined partner. How were we supposed to move forward from this?
As we stepped out into the cool night air, I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. The crisp breeze did little to calm the turmoil within me.
I was sure I'd get over whatever I was feeling about the situation soon. I had to. As the Alpha, I couldn't afford to show weakness or indecision.
But as we made our way back home, Avyaane's unconscious form burned into my memory, I couldn't shake the feeling that our lives had just become infinitely more complicated.
The tension between my brothers was palpable - Logan's rage, Killian's cold fury, Blair's wounded pride, and my own conflicted emotions created a volatile mix.
Something told me that this was only the beginning of our troubles. As I glanced at my brothers' grim faces, illuminated by the harsh streetlights, I knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges.
Now that our mate turned out to be our most hated enemy, I didn't know whether we'll enjoy tormenting her or the pack will laugh at us for being mated to the lowest.
The future I had once envisioned being mated to a strong she-wolf, seemed to crumble before my eyes, replaced by an uncertain path filled with uncertainty. As the Alpha, it would fall to me to guide us through this storm.
But as the cool night air whipped around us, carrying the scent of our injured mate, I wondered if I was truly ready for the trials that lay ahead.
Chapter 7Blair's POVAs we returned to our castle, the weight of the night's events hung heavy in the air while my arm throbbed with a dull, persistent pain, a constant reminder of Avyaane's deception.Stepping in our foyer, I watched as my brothers disperse, each seeking comfort in their own way.Logan headed straight for the kitchen, his movements tense and agitated. We all followed, realizing we needed refreshment before heading to our separate rooms.Once in the kitchen, Logan shoved a bun into the microwave to warm up, before he turned to me, his eyes flickering with a mix of concern and lingering anger."Are you sure you don't need to be checked?" he asked, his gaze fixed on my injured arm. "Your wound's not healing properly." He added pointing a finger to my arm.I bristled at his words, my pride stinging almost as much as the gunshot wound. "I would have been checked at the hospital if I needed," I snapped, trying to keep the pain out of my voice. "I'll heal up fine." I concl
Chapter 8Logan's POVAs the first rays of dawn filtered through my curtains, I found myself wide awake, and my mind was a churning cauldron of thoughts and emotions.I stretched in my bed, muscles tensing as I grappled with the bizarre twist fate had thrown our way. How in the Moon Goddess's name were we supposed to share my brother's ex-girlfriend as our mate?Sure, Avyaane was pretty - I couldn't deny that. But as Chad's ex, I harbored a deep-seated resentment towards her. It could've been anyone else's ex, for fuck's sake.But no, it had to be the one belonging to Chad - perfect, precious Chad, who always came first and was always the best. Everyone else was second fiddle to him, and this situation only served to show how we were left with his leftovers."Damn it all," I growled, punching my pillow in frustration. The familiar bitterness rose in my throat as memories flooded back - Dad training Chad alone when he was alive, forgetting about the rest of us as if we weren't his chil
Killian's POVI didn't care much about Blair's injured arm as I did about seeing my secret love and crush, Avyaane. Yes I was in love with her since I first saw her six years ago when she joined middle school and was barely 12.There was something about her that captivated me. You are safe to say I fell for her way before Chad did and dated her for two years before they broke up recently.I was trying to make my move on her after their breakup but I couldn't summon the courage, not that I was weak, but that was a different courage.And now she suddenly became our mate.I can't tell you how happy I felt because now I can have her please me and no one will raise a brow, because she's ours after all.If I chose to sleep with her, that's my choice. I swear I'd even get in a fight with my brothers if they would suggest we reject her or not touch her. Because, that was something I'd never agree on.Just then, Logan pulled up at the hospital, bringing me back to reality from the journey of m
Avyaane's pov My mouth felt dry and every part of my body felt sore as I struggled to drag myself into consciousness. I could hear the faint beeping of a heart monitor and from the smell of antiseptic and saline drifting Into my nostrils. It was clear I was in a hospital. I pried my eyes open and looked around. I was alone in the room and an oxygen mask was affixed to my face. I had no recollection of how I ended up here at first. I didn't know how long I'd been here for either. A few days? A week? Possibly a month? It was hard to tell exactly. I tried to get the mask off my face just as a nurse walked in. Her small eyes widened when she saw me awake. “Hello Avyaane. You woke up earlier than we thought”She rushed over to me and assisted in getting the mask off. After propping me to sit, She offered me a glass of water from the side table. “What happened” I asked her when I'd taken only a few sips. My mouth was dry and I was terribly thirsty but it hurt even more to
Chapter 11Chad's Pov She looked so small, swaddled up in a flimsy hospital bedsheet. Her eyes were hollow and her cheeks sunken. She looked like a scared little puppy. “Looks like the little mutt survived afterall” Logan growled from beside me as we filed into the small room, our presence taking up the space. The nurse shrinked out of the room quietly and the doctor looked he wanted to as well. “Looks like the doctor was wrong. Didn't take you up to two weeks too wake up now did it?” Blair said with an evil smile. He was fully healed up from the bullet wound Avyaane had given him four days earlier but his pride wasn't and he was itching to make her pay. “I knew you were stronger than you looked” Killian said, a little less loudly, staring into Avyaane's eyes with a smirk on his face. His words were meant to sound sarcastic but his tone had made it sound like he was praising her. “Let's give her a little room guys” The doctor said, making halfhearted hand gestures to
Chapter 12 chapter twelve Avyaane's pov I numbly walked with the Alpha's as they led me towards their waiting SUV outside the hospital. The discharge papers were processed very quickly and a nurse had handed me my clothes, freshly washed and ironed, to wear. The Alpha's never left the room, leering at me as I slowly took off the flimsy hospital gown and put on my clothes. I felt their eyes ravage my naked body but I refused to look up, to look at them. I was theirs now. In word and in writing. My father had signed the papers giving my off as property to the Alphas, sanctioning them to do with me whatever they pleased. I had ready the papers twice, going over the words in disbelief. I stared at my father's words and signature in shock. And then in anger. The good for nothing bastard. In a way, I was glad to be rid of him once and for all but I knew it wasn't for the better. It was like jumping from a frying pan into a big,roaring open flame. With my father, at least I knew w
Avyaane's POVThe heavy downpour of rain did nothing to quell my screams as my father beat me up mercilessly and without remorse with his favorite stick for not opening the door fast enough after one of his drunken sprees.“Pease, father, I’m sorry.” I pleaded for him to stop to the extent that my voice was little more than an agonized whisper, but he didn’t listen. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying beating the crap out of me.“You stupid bitch,” he spat as he hit me again, strategically avoiding my face as he usually did because my face was his source of income these days. I honestly wished he could just mark my face and disfigure it, but I knew he wouldn’t; it was his precious merchandise after all.“Please!” I coughed, my entire body stinging with pain.“How dare you keep me waiting? Are you trying to follow in your mother’s footsteps like a whore?” He spat, his face red with anger.If he continued to hit me, I was sure I’d die this time, as I could no longer feel the pain of
Avyaane's POVWhen I got to school, all I wanted to do was blend in as much as possible, but of course my wishes went unanswered because, as soon as I stepped into the gate, I was bathed in water that smelled like it had been left to marinate for days at room temperature, after it was used to wash fish or any other sea food.“There’s our favorite little stupid puppy; I didn’t think you’d have the nerve to come back to school.” A familiar voice said so, and a bunch of other voices around her laughed.I let out a sigh as I sat down on the floor, afraid to look at Allison in the eye. That would probably only result in a beating, and I was getting tired of being beaten up.Allison was the daughter of the Beta of the Black Moon Pack, and she was one of the people my father wanted me to please to get good graces from her father. She was the most beautiful girl on campus and the most entitled. She got away with anything due to her beauty and popularity, and it irked me, but I couldn’t do any